Adventures For The Ferals Treasure

Part 3- Dragonfly

It's been a week since they've re captured her, not that it was hard to do so. She was already in her cell by the time they were done getting dressed. She came in on her own and sat in the corner just waiting for someone to lock her door. And since then not a peeps left her lips. After the first time Zavier didn't want to continue getting his men seriously injured and decided to have only Zeke go near her cell since she seemed to be more calm around him. Little did he know is that she actually did speak to Zeke. Something about him just put her at ease, which is something she hasn't felt since her mother passed. But of course, Zeke didn't know what he should do with the privilege to see her whenever he wanted. He felt guilty and stayed away from her cell, he felt bad about having her trapped in this hold of hell.

Right now it was night time and Drita was starting to get annoyed with herself. She didn't even know why. She hasn't slept or ate for a week, but it wasn't that. Maybe it was the chains? She growled a groan of frustration.

"I'm sorry"

Her head snapped up at the voice. It was the wolf.

"About what?"

"You don't deserve to be chained up in here" he said, picking the lock with some sort of pin before coming in.

She tensed up a little, and he noticed taking a slight step back.

"It's that asshole who should be apologising" She eventually answered,

He frowned taking a step forward.

"If you want to at least be out of chains I'd suggest listening to at least one of his commands"

She growled, quickly shaking her head.

"Not happening anytime soon"

He chuckled, surprising her a bit. She looked up to meet his warms orange~ish brown eyes. They were calm and kind, and behind she saw his wolf who seemed to be the complete opposite. The wolf and her made eye contact making him stop, and while she was focused on his wolf said he was shocked. His wolf was always riled up on anything, it was rare for him to ever calm down, but she got him to.. Then he caught the flicker of her cat ears, completely forgetting about the whole prisoner enemy thing.

Drita snapped her focus away from the beast catching his eyes on her ears. She pinned them back flicking her tail his way.

"Not gonna happen"

"What?" He asked, a playful smirk on his face.

She just shook her head, crossing her arms.

"I'm not letting you touch my ears"

He chuckled

"Oh come on.. I though cats loves getting pet near the ears"

She huffed to herself, before a slow growing smirk made it's way to her face as well.

"You'll have to catch me first, canine" she said,

"You always play games don't you. Aren't you a playful kitty" and with that, he was pinned to the ground with a growl.

Both completely forgetting that they were in a cell and supposed to be on opposite sides. They couldn't care less right now. Drita was annoyed.

"Don't! Call me kitty" She warned,

He mentally smiled, knowing what her reaction was going to be.. and distracting her from his hand near one of her ears. He quickly flipped them, trapping her back first to the ground and giving a quick scratch to her left ear making it twitch back slightly. They were soft to the touch and he just couldn't help but feel the other one too. Drita growled at him making him chuckle, but her growl after a bit turned into a purr that shocked them both. He quickly looked down to see her head turned away and a slight red hue over her cheeks. She gave another light growl before pushing him off and scooching her back to the wall in an embarrassed haste.