A/N: Hi guys! I'm back! Again…. xD

Zane's POV

Zane's eyes slowly opened. At first, he thought he was blind. Then, he realized it was just really, really dark. He tried to stand up, to stretch, then he realized he was bound to the wall. His hands were both in metal clamps, attached to the wall by one link of chain. Since it was low on the wall, it forced him to sit. More chains were wrapped tightly around his ankles, because he totally would've been able to escape with his feet.

Closing his eyes, Zane struggled to remember what had happened. Slowly, the memories came back to him.

He'd been sitting on his bed, reading his portscreen when he heard screaming and snarling from outside his bedroom door. It was ripped open, and three dark figures charged in. Before he could even try and manipulate them, though, he'd felt a sharp sting in his neck before blacking out. He thought he maybe remembered his sister, Celeste, trying to rescue him. It could've been just a dream, though.

His head hurt, everything hurt. When he tried to stretch his consciousness out, his mind felt like it was trying to roll a hundred pound block of stone up a cliff. Sighing, he tried to figure out how he could escape. It seemed impossible.

Defeated, Zane slumped back against the wall just as the door to his cell swung open. A dim light filled the impossibly dark room as one of the figures he remembered stomped towards him.

Zane took his chance, trying to manipulate the monster. Or man? But his head hurt to much. The creature smirked, as if noticing Zane's frustration. He watched as the creature took a key out of his jacket and unlocked the metal bands around his wrists. Zane struggled to get up, to fight, or do something, but already he was hoisted over the things back.

Realizing that he wouldn't be able to fight his way out, Zane instead tried to memorize the path they took. He was only able to figure out one thing. Judging by the carvings on the walls, they were in an ancient temple. Aztec?

As they walked, the light grew brighter. The creature dropped Zane roughly on the floor. Loud snickering greeted them.

"Strip his shirt- he won't be needing it for the interrogation. Chain him to the wall!" a voice exclaimed. Zane gulped, but had no time to do anything before his silk shirt was ripped off his back, and the same rough hands pulled him to the feet and held him against the wall, his back facing away from it. His arms were held up, and metal bands clipped around them, linked to the wall by one chain like before. Even though his feet didn't even touch the ground, they put metal bands around them, as well. Grunting from the pain of being suspended by his arms, which for the record hurt like hell, Zane waited to see what would happen to him. He expected some form of torture. Why, he didn't know. Plus, interrogation? What could he possibly know? Though yeah, he was the Prince of Luna, it wasn't like his parents told him that much.

"Ok, boy, here's how this works. You give us straight forward answers, we spare you the pain. Got it?" the voice from before asked. Zane barely managed an awkward nod seeing as how his head was pressed against a wall.

"Where are they keeping the rest of the late Queen Levana's soldiers?" the voice demanded. Zane tried to decide whether or not he should tell them. If he did, it would be catastrophic. And, it would be his fault. If he didn't…. They would kill him. He was sure of it.

"I…. I don't know…. My parents never told me anything about them," Zane muttered. He waited for the pain to come. It didn't.

"He's lying," a different voice finally said. Suddenly, he felt sharp claws shredding his back, one scratch, two, three deep scratches. Stars, it hurt. Zane tried to muffle his scream. He refused to be seen as weak.

"Answer. The. Question," the first voice repeated. Zane figured he was called the 'Alpha' judging by what he'd heard of the beasts he suspected of kidnapping him.

"I told you, I don't kno-" he was cut off by a scream, his own scream, as the claws came on his back again. It was obvious this one was deeper than the others. A tear slipped down his cheek before he could stop it.

"Alpha, we should just kill him now. If he won't answer our questions…."

"Yeah, I'm hungry!" muffled agreement.

"No. Keep him alive. He may be useful to us, still. In fact, I know the perfect person to help us figure it out…. I hear tell they came to the nearby town yesterday. Beta Lynn, go retrieve Camille. I hear she isn't to bad with hacking, just like her mother," the Alpha exclaimed. Zane heard one of the wolf mutants stomp away. "Actually…. Everyone besides this…. Pathetic Lunar's assigned guard, we're going to go for a small trip. We're going to capture that stupid earthen, as well. The Thalia one. Then, we'll wait until Celeste stumbles right into our clutches…. When everything's in place, we shall commence our plan!" the Alpha announced. A howl rang out.

"Shall I bring him back to his cell?" his guard asked.

"No…. Keep him here. His arms won't last long…." the Alpha replied. Zane gulped. His arms were already aching. How long would he be stuck here? Until his arms just like, what, fell off? He needed to save his friends. To…. To warn them. With his mind clouded by pain, though, he was entirely useless.

Zane hoped they would be ready.

Camille's POV

Camille sat along the edge of the pond, dipping one of her bare feet into it. They'd been sitting here for at least an hour, making small talk and watching a group of deer on the other side. Then, suddenly Camille felt Darien's hand slip into hers. She blushed.

"So, I must ask, Camille, what are you doing here? With…. No parents?" Darien asked cautiously. Camille gulped before twisting around to face him.

"My… my friend, Princess Celeste, her brother, Prince Zane was kidnapped. Everyone's doing their best to find him, but we have a good strong lead. The reason why we aren't with parents is, well…. They didn't want us to leave, so we ran away…." Camille murmured. Darien frowned, before gently squeezing her hand.

"Can I help? Find…. Zane? If you guys wouldn't mind? For the record, though, you do realize your parents won't like have you executed for leaving, right?" Darien asked with a smile.

"Of course you can help! And I don't really know that since we kind of disobeyed the Queen's orders like twice and I'm pretty sure that merits an execution…." Camille yammered on. Darien playfully nudged her in response, for which she nudged him back even harder. Instead of nudging her back even harder though, he leaned forwards and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. It was all Camille could do to not squeal with excitement.

"W…. Wha…. Wai…. Huh?" Camille stammered. Darien was blushing, but he had an easy smile on his face. He wrapped a steady arm around Camille's waist, gently pulling her closer to him. Camille finally allowed a small smile towards Darien.

Quite frankly, she felt like she belonged in his arms. Like, not to sound cheesy or anything, but it was perfect. She felt as though nothing could have ruined the moment. Of course, she was wrong.

Strong arms grabbed them both, pulling them away. Camille twisted to see who had attacked them, before looking back to see Darien already limp on the ground. Before she could scream for help, though, she felt a sharp sting in her neck before everything went black.

A/N: Hi guys! That was a bit shorter than usual, I think, but I hope you liked it! See you guys next time!