Chapter 3
P.O.V. Unknown
12th June 1998
I knew something was wrong because I had heard no movement from above for the past couple of weeks, I did not know how long but I had no strength left in my body to even open my eyes. So it must have finally happened, this big battle I kept hearing my captures talking about that could be the only explanation as to why no one was here not even that snivelling little rat man who I assume is called Wormtail as he often called by my captures. He normally came down to bring me food, when the others were out doing whatever it was they did, but I had not even heard his sorrowful whimpers, which is what lead me to believe that this big battle had occurred and that someone should be back soon to either free me or kill me.
That was until I heard what sounded like heels clicking on the stone steps that lead into my cell and I thought that must be impossible because why would they send a woman down to see me. The last time he had heard the clicking sound of heels was before he was taken. Soon he heard them reach the last step and what sounded like a males voice say I must warn you about what you are about to see and this will be the key to your success. With that I used the last of my energy to look up slightly, then I saw her and I knew she was no ordinary woman, she was a queen and she made sure everyone knew it. She had long brunette hair which hung down in a beautiful mess of curls, if you looked hard enough you could see honey coloured highlights but I knew they were natural just by their look, I knew that if I had to touch just one curl that it would feel as smooth as silk, and flow through my fingers like water, she had a small straight nose perfect size for her face, with full dark red lips, which were pulled back in a smirk and showed her bright white teeth. Next was her body, I may not have seen a women in over 10 years but I knew that she was beautiful, strong and confident all by the way she held herself, with her shoulders back puffing out her already rather large breasts and showing her long limbs with the tight fitted long sleeve shirt and tight jeans, finally paired off with a pair of combat boot like heals I used to see my mother wear. She appeared rather tall thanks to her heals but I could tell that if she were to take them off that she would only just reach my chest, she didn't wear gloves like my captures did but then again they never showed their faces either. I could see her long black nails, so sharp looking I could bet they would leave rather deep marks if needed.
Finally my eyes went back to her face and I knew I would be forever lost to her; she had such dark brown eyes that appeared even darker with all her dark eye makeup. Then I looked to her lips painted in the same shade of blood red as her nails, pulled back over a set of bright white teeth in a look almost feral. That was when I knew who she was, she was the lost daughter of the strongest lycans ever, and I had only ever seen that look once before on a man who all feared for since he had lost his daughter and blood mate he had sworn to make sure no one would ever harm her. But sadly he had died many years later at the hands of the ministry, who believed him to be too powerful and needed to be disposed of, now standing before me with the same look as her darkened soul father was his daughter, my saviour.
She looked back at the young man behind her and grinned a devilish smile at him and then proceeded to move towards me with a stride that oozed power and pride that forced me to lower my head in respect and in lack of energy.