Isabel POV
I woke up dazed and let out a slight moan. I rolled, and my eyes watered when the light blinded me. "Luna?" i whispered, the last thing i remembered was watching Luna collapse in the ball room. Then this pressure hitting the back of my head, and nothing.
I sat up, taking in my surroundings. I was in what looked like a cell, concrete floors, bars across the opening to the hall on the other side. There were two other cells here.
I looked down at my hands, finding them chained in thick steel. i tugged on them, thoughtfully. I gripped the chain right at the end where it was buried into the wall. i pulled hard, letting out a huff of air and pulled again, not letting go. I tried to use more strength, but it didn't budge in the slightest. I tried a third time, and then swore under my breath.
"Is anyone else in here?" i called quietly.
"Yeah, i'm here," Brandon said somewhere to my left. He sounded okay to me, his heart was normal and i couldn't smell any sweat or blood, anything that would point at being sick or wounded, so i didn't worry about it.
"Do you know where we are?" i asked, sitting back and leaning against the wall. "Do you think were in the Council prison?"
"No, i know what there prisons look like, were somewhere else," i frowned even more. That was even worse, not knowing who our captors were made an escape difficult. "I take it you didn't see who jumped us?"
"No, all i remember was running back inside with you, and the last thing i saw was you getting to the balcony."
"I didn't even hear them come up behind me. Think Adam and Luna are here somewhere?"
"I woke up about an hour ago, if there in here, there still out cold. If there not here, there either locked up somewhere else, dead or they got out and making a plan to bust us out," i sighed, flicking a tiny rock on the ground.
I inhaled, closing my eyes, i got some different scents. But none of them seemed familiar. "I smell humans," i said thoughtfully, "witches or demons, maybe?"
"Or both," i tried not to consider that idea. Witches and demons hated each other, as much as werewolves and vampires did. So them working together only meant they were up to something bad and we were screwed.
"Did you see what happened to Luna before you were knocked out?" he asked quietly.
"Yeah, council has her, she was drugged or something by the looks of it. It was strong stuff too, put her out in thirty seconds. if there was a second wave of hellhounds than she could either be dead, or someone else grabbed her."
"I dont like this," i heard him mutter, "there are too many holes, we dont where we are, who grabbed us, how long we've been unconscious. Whether or not everyone is dead. This sucks."
"No kidding," i said shaking my head. I was starting to get a headache from the light.
I gazed down at the cuffs thoughtfully. They were open wide enough that i could fit a paw through. I closed my eyes, poking around my mind for Vierra. I felt her shift slightly, poke her head up in question. I let out a low breath pulling her to the front of my mind. My body exploded in heat and then pain scorched through my body.
I cried out, collapsing onto the ground and breathing heavily. I dry heaved and then tried to catch my breath. "What happened, you okay?" Brandon called anxiously.
"I can't shift in here," i breathed painfully. I didn't move an inch until the pain stopped. Brandon said nothing. A door opened on my right this time, and i sat up quickly.
A shadow appeared and i stared up at the man in horror. The face of someone i had known and loved, someone who made me who i was today. He was the last person i thought i would ever see in this life time. He had done this, he had attacked us and imprisoned us.
"Dad?"
Luna POV
It hadn't been long before the poison had worn off. But i couldn't see anything, due to the black cloth over my head. I couldn't hear much either, until the hood was lifted.
I stared around the room thoughtfully. I was chained to a hair, and my hands were behind me, also cuffed tightly. The Council stared back at me in a sort of triumphant way.
"Idiots," i muttered to myself, unimpressed with them. Some hit me hard and my head snapped in the direction of the blow and i tasted blood on my lips.
I turned back, eyes narrowed. One of the Council members, Jared Perettie had delivered the blow, he was a leader of the Winter Fey. "Luna, your either brave or really stupid, thinking you break into the Council Library," a woman said, looking at me in disdain.
"What can i say, i'm a rule breaker," i said smirking.
"When low class creatures like you break laws, it ends in death, are you aware of this?" a witch i didn't recognize asked.
"Sorry, i've been out of the game a while, being on the run, unable to shift because none of you seem to get off your high horses. Maybe you can mail me a rule book on your stupid laws," i said rolling my eyes.
"All species must obey these laws. Without consequences for our actions, there is no oder. where these is no order, society crumbles apart and chaos ensues," another woman said, in the same tone everyone else was giving me.
"You get that from a fortune cookie?" i asked snickering. "Wouldn't have pegged you for having a thirst for Chinese, but who am i to judge?"
He hit me again, the moment the words left my mouth and i felt my hands grip the chains behind me tightly. i glared at him, swallowing the pain. I wouldn't show them that i was sore, it would only make me look weak and breakable, and i wouldn't give them the satisfaction.
"What do you know of angels Luna?" a man asked, having watched with not a single show of emotion, and he still didn't seem to show any, even in his voice.
"We talking fat flying babys with wings and a bow or the high and mighty ones. You know i bet every single one of you would get along just fine with them," i said evenly.
The fey, Jared, revealed a knife and he took a step towards me. "This is a very special object Luna. Made special just for werewolves like you, painful stuff. It sends bits of silver into your bloodstream when your cut with it. You'd eventually die of course, removing it is impossible, but it would be a slow eventual death for you. Took us decades to recover it," an indo vampire said, eyes gleaming. They were baiting me, challenging me to keep disrespecting them.
"Wouldn't have thought you were antiquers, but i guess old people need to have a hobby too," I stared at the knife thoughtfully.
Several of them smiled, glad that i'd continued to offend them. They wanted to hurt me after all. Despite the dangerous knife in his hand, i still had my atitude and pride, and there was no way i would show the barest amount of fear.
He lifted the knife to me and pressed the blade into my shoulder, cutting down and over my collarbone to the center of my neck. I clenched my jaw, feeling bits of fire stir beneath the cut. It was slow, like they'd said, it was slowly seeping out, just barely noticeable.
"Before we continue, why dont you answer a few questions for us? When were satisfied with the information you've provided, we promise a quick death," another man said.
A grin grew in an amused fashion, they didn't intimidate me. They had to chain me down and torture me to get answers. I could probably even win a fight with two of them at a time.
"You want answers?" i asked eyebrows raised, still grinning. "You can take your questions and that fancy little butter knife of yours and shove it up your ass."
Jacob Black (Jake) POV
It wasn't long after Luna and Bella left, that the Cullen's found out that they'd left. Which is how we ended up here. All of us were facing off at the border, and they wanted answers.
I glanced over at Paul, he wasn't handling Luna gone very well. He was edgy, paranoid and couldn't stop thinking about how hurt she might be. The horrible images that passed through his mind, appeared in all of ours and it made the rest of us just as scared and nervous.
He was even more freaked out when they weren't back when they said they would be. They were hours late, and when we'd called the airport, they hadn't retrieved there tickets to return. They also hadn't called or let us know what was happening, so most of us were assuming the worst.
The arguement that sparked between them had lasted over an hour. Bella had managed to convince her sister to let her go with them, but refused to take Paul. She just said he wouldn't fit in, and that the slightest sign that they didn't belong they were as good as dead. Which only made him want to go more, her opinion making it even more obvious how dangerous the plan was.
Luna had made it very clear that things could go wrong in seconds, and that she needed to focus. Taking both Bella and Paul, would make it difficult for her to concentrate. But Bella went anyways, despite Luna trying to convince her to stay home.
"Isabel can fight in both forms expertly, Paul, she's spent years training, our father was a Pack Leader. It'll be too hard for the two of us to have each others back with two different fighting styles, especially in such a stressful situation."
"Bella's half my height, she's smaller and weaker. Not to mention she's out of practise, Luna, and she hates fighting! I've been a wolf for years now and i patrol daily, you should be taking me with you, you'd be safer with me. I'd be able to find you in a heart beat if you were in trouble."
"I dont care, she's been my best fighting partner our entire life, she knows how our world functions. It's too risky taking you, so im not going to."
"So that's it, your choosing your sister over me?" he asked angrily.
"I didn't say that! Dont twist my words around," she said glaring at him.
"What if you do get caught, both of you? Then what? You'd be too far away for any of us to even sense that your in trouble!"
"Your not going Paul, so stop arguing with me and get over it. We'll be back later the next night. Just stay here where i know you'll be with your Pack."
"I dont care, you can't stop me if i want to go," he said getting even more furious. He was shaking, but i wasn't too worried. Luna would be okay if he shifted right next to her. The girl was impressive when it came to confrontations and fights.
"You think i wont be able to stop you?" she asked, eye brows raised at her imprint.
"I dont think you could stop me, i know you can't," he said confidently.
"Dont underestimate me, Paul, you have no idea what i'm capable of."
"Try it, i fucking dare you," he challenged her. A moment later they were fighting all over the house. After about a ten minute fight, she'd managed to lock Paul in the basement unconscious.
She had a split lip and i could see a small cut on her arm, but she did look to be in too much pain. She did look kind of winded though. She gave me a level stare, "i dont care what you have to do, i want him on lock down until we've at least landed in Vancouver. I just stared at her.
"Okay," was all i said, i didn't want her kicking my ass too.
"There in Vancouver?" Edward growled out furiously, having seen the memory in my mind. Edward repeated everything he'd seen in our heads. None of us had been aware of the entire plan, we just knew they were crashing some sort of party.
A whining sounded to my right and all of us turned to look at Paul. He whined again, and then collapsed, whimpering. He was in pain, and a lot of pain. "What's wrong with him?" Carlisle asked when we'd all moved towards him, to help somehow.
I realized what was happening and horror struck hard. My heart began to pound in fear. "Luna's his imprint, she's dying," Edward said quietly. We all watched as cuts appeared on him, in different spots. We watched Paul writhe for a few seconds before he was forced back into his human form. The cuts were still there, put one stood out the most. It was right over his heart, and it was in the shape of a heart. Luna was dying, and by the looks of it, slowly too. And not a single one of us knew what to do. Then Paul stopped twisting and just passed out, sweating and moaning through the pain in his sleep.