As the world around me appeared once again, I was somewhere new. My eyes struggled to adjust to the light in the room as I scanned my surroundings. There was no Scott, Malia or Kira, although as I looked to my right, sitting in one of the chairs was Lydia, with a guard standing firmly next to her. In an attempt to stand up, I soon realised that both my hands and feet were bound to a chair, and every time I pulled on them it was as if the ropes fought back.
"The more you struggle, the worst it will get," the woman said, swivelling in her desk chair so that she faced me, "they're laced with wolfsbane, and you can't get out of them." Taking in what she said, I stopped trying to escape, already feeling an open wound forming across one of my wrists. I stared her in the eye, in some form of attempt to intimidate her, but she merely laughed it off, stood up and walked round to the front of her desk.
"What do you want with me?" I asked, she looked at me, there was almost a sense of confusion written on her face and by Lydia's expression I'm sure she could see it too.
"You know what we want from you, Mr Hoyt, we want to know where you're alpha is," Instantly, I shot a glance at Lydia, who was just as bewildered as I was.
"If I remember correctly, you told your guards to take him to your 'holding cell'," I spat back, refusing to be treated as a prisoner, even though at this moment in time, I really was.
She turned around and pulled open one of the desk drawers, "Now, Tyler, we both know that that's not what I'm on about," She started rummaging through the drawer, and from what I could tell it was full of metallic objects by the small clattering noises that my wolf side could pick up. Most likely knives- this was going downhill very fast.
As the turned to face me, she held a belt of small blades, at least five of them from what I could see. "I'm only going to ask nicely once, Tyler, where is your alpha, not Scott, your first alpha?" She persisted; though I had no clue what she meant. My first alpha? Scott is my alpha! He's my only alpha!
She approached me slowly, unsheathing one of the knives from their slits. It was at that moment my heartbeat began to raise, and panic started to set in. "Scott's my only alpha! I don't know who you're on about!" I shot a panicked glance at Lydia, who was now being held down by the guard as she struggled in an attempt to get to me.
"Araya, he has no other alpha!" She shouted, "Just leave him alone!" I was grateful for her support, because right now it was about the only thing that kept me going. By this point, Araya had circled around the chair, so that she was standing behind me.
"Lydia, don't worry, I'll speak to you next, as soon as I know where this young boy's alpha is hiding," She rubbed down the side of my neck with the back of her hand, lazily grazing the edge of the blade across my pulse point. My breath hitched in my throat as response.
"Now, where is the alpha!?" She shouted into my ear, using her free arm to pull my head back, exposing my neck as the knife pressed into it even further. I squirmed away from her touch, desperately struggling against the rope.
"Fine." She whispered, releasing my head, and instead driving the blade down so that it nestled into the side of my stomach. As the pain hit me like a brick wall, my body shot forward, releasing a sound that was somewhere between a cry of pain and a growl filled with hatred. For a split second I could feel my eyes change colour, as if to start the healing process, only to be denied by the wolfsbane lurking in my system. To the side of me, I could hear Lydia shrieking as the guard containing her chuckled to himself, overjoyed to see a wolf in pain.
Araya left the blade planted in my body, dragging her hand back up my chest and rested it on my shoulder. She was toying with me; to her this was just the beginning. Throwing my head backwards, I let out some kind of wail, followed by a series of pants as I desperately searched for air. "I don't know what you want!" I mumbled; trying desperately to hold back tears as the pain hit me with every beat of my heart.
Faintly, I could hear her sigh, and suddenly Araya was in front of me, kneeling down by the front of my chair so that I was head height with her. "Do you know what he does?" She asked, as if she were giving me advice, "He takes future alphas, he forces them into their pack, and kills the ones who won't!" She was shouting now, her frustration clearly showing. But what did she mean, 'future alphas'? I had no idea!
"He's had you once, Tyler, he let you go because he knew you needed time, but now, he's coming to take you away, or kill you," Her words took a moment to sink in, I spent time with other packs, but never with an alpha pack, never with anyone who'd threatened to harm others! I shook my head hopelessly, the pain making it ten times as hard to concentrate on what she was telling me. "We want to help you Tyler, but first you need to help us."
Her eyes were cold and hard as I stared into them, showing no mercy whatsoever. I stayed silent; I didn't know what to say. She lifted a second blade, this time she forced it into my thigh, forcing it in as far as it would go before finally releasing it. My body simply jumped at the intrusion, but after the first knife I had no energy, or strength for that matter, to show the pain. I clenched my eyes shut, and waited for the worst of it to pass.
After several moments of vigorous pain, I felt both knives suddenly vanish from my body. "He doesn't know," Araya stated, "Take him back to the holding cell," With eyes still shut, I felt both sets of ropes released from my skin, giving both parts of my body, especially my wrists, a heavenly moment of relief. Soon enough, my body fell forward, landing with a heap on the ground. Struggling to pull myself upright, two guards linked their arms underneath mine and lifted me onto my feet. If I had any strength left I would throw myself at Araya, and stab her with the remaining three knives so she knew how it felt.
"Tyler, one thing you should know, as part of initiation into his pack he will make you kill the people closest to you, as an example of loyalty. Would you be able to do that?" I didn't reply, I'm not sure if I was physically capable at the moment, but we both know the answer without verbal confirmation. "Well then you'd better run, while you still can. Leave your friends to live their lives; it's the only way you'll all survive."
As her words faded into the silence, the two men at my sides began leading me out of the room.
That's chapter 3 done!
Well, wasn't that slightly horrifying? She stabbed him! WITH KNIVES! :O
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