Cain POV:
The vampire looked my way, winked at me and then was gone. I immediately shifted into my wolf and began chasing him down, but he was fast and challenging to keep up with, despite my abilities. My paws thudded heavily against the cool forest floor as I continued the chase, but soon, he was no longer in my sight, and his scent was nearly gone.
I had lost them and lost her; this was all my fucking fault; I should never have trusted that stupid bitch Eve. I mind linked with my brother and the pack warriors to gather in my office immediately. I needed to come up with a plan and collect myself. I have to find her and bring her home, alive!
Freja POV:
I woke with a pounding headache; the smell of dampness and cold surrounded me. Where the fuck am I? It hurt to open my eyes; my body felt weak and drained. I looked around the room, trying to move, but I was tied to a chair in the middle of a windowless concrete room. I was bound with silver, and I had some weird necklace around my neck. Fuck! What is going on? I wriggled my wrists, hoping to get free, but the silver burned my skin, causing me to hiss in pain.
I looked around for something to help me, but there was only another chair, a small table and a lamp in the room. Good job, Freja! What the fuck have you gotten yourself into now!
I sucked in a deep breath and began tugging at the silver chains hoping to slip my wrist out. I gritted my teeth and pushed through the pain. I tried to channel my wolf strength, but I couldn’t feel my wolf or hear her; something was disrupting my connection to her.
I kept tugging and tugging when I suddenly felt a pop. I screamed internally, realizing I had just dislocated my thumb, fuck! I slipped my wrist out, took a deep breath and popped my thumb back into place. Thank fuck, for adrenaline or else the pain would have been worse, especially with no werewolf abilities at the moment.
I heard footsteps and voices outside the door. I quickly put my hands behind my back, making it appear as if I was still bound.
The door opened with a bang, and in walked Demetrius, with a sly grin plastered on his stupid face.
He cocked a brow. “Oh, your finally awake, Mrs. Sleepy head.”
“Where the fuck am I?” I spat.
Demetrius tsked at me and waved his index finger. “Temper, temper. I suggest you cool that temper before he comes to greet you; he won’t be as kind towards you as I am.” He said in a severe tone.
I raised a brow. “Before who comes?” I asked hesitantly.
“Our coven leader, Lazarus.” He clasped his hands together. “He is absolutely dying to meet you.” Demetrius grinned.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Well, I’m not so eager to meet him, and he will just have to wait.”
He tilted his head to the side. “Oh, and why is that?” He said with curiosity.
I leapt from my chair and darted towards Demetrius, but he quickly caught on and slammed me to the ground, knocking the wind from me. Demetrius then kicked me in the face and again in the stomach.
He laughed. “Nice try, sweetheart, but that lovely collar around your neck, makes you weak, vulnerable and renders your werewolf useless.”
He yanked me off the ground, causing me to let out a whimper of pain.
“Now, let’s go. Lazarus does not like to be kept waiting.”
We left the room, and Demetrius practically dragged me down a dark hallway. I glanced around as we walked, trying to look for anything that could be a way out or something I could use as a weapon, but Demetrius was moving too fast. We finally arrived at a metal door, and Demetrius knocked.
A low, deep voice came from the other side. “Enter.”
We walked into the dimly lit room, where two chairs and a desk were the only pieces of furniture. One of the chairs was occupied by a man; he appeared to be relatively older, his hair was a dirty grey, he had rugged facial features, bright red eyes and a large scar that trailed down the left side of his face. But, of course, my big mouth just couldn’t stay quiet.
I wrinkled my nose at his appearance. “Goddamn! Who fucked your ugly ass up?” I chuckled.
The man, who I presumed was Lazarus, rose from his chair and rounded the desk, coming face to face with me. He narrowed his eyes at me as his upper lip twitched and then slapped me across the face with so much force, I hit the floor like a sack of potatoes.
He glared down at me, snarling, “Get up! Sit down and shut the fuck up.”
I spit out a mouthful of blood. “You hit like a girl,” I said, laughing.
Lazarus grabbed my hair, almost pulling it out and brought my face to his. “One more remark like that, and you won’t live long enough to find out who gave me this scar.” He sneered at me.
I snorted. “You’re telling me I’ll miss the most boring story in history?”
He gripped my throat tightly and lifted me off the ground. My breathing was now restricted as my lungs began to burn, and everything around me became blurry.
“Not so cocky now, are we?” He smirked.
Just when I thought death was coming for me, he released me, and I collapsed to the floor, gasping for air.
I coughed and cleared my throat. “Fuck man, you need to get laid,” I said, emphasizing the laid part.
“You just aren’t going to give up, are you?” He glared at me.
“No, not really,” I smirked. Lazarus could torture me all he wanted, but I wouldn’t go down without a fight!
Lazarus shrugged. “Well, no matter, once your mate comes for you, I’m going to make him watch while I drain every ounce of blood from that pathetic body of yours and then I’m going to kill him slowly.” He grinned.
I broke out in a fit of laughter; tears welled up in my eyes as I continued to laugh like a hyena.
“You’re an idiot! Do you actually think he will come for me?” I asked him.
“He may call me his “Mate.” I said, making quotations with my fingers, “But I assure you, he fucking hates me and will probably thank you for getting rid of me for him. Cain doesn’t want me; he wants some other bitch.” I said the last part through gritted teeth.