Cara’s POV
“Oh my God! What in Lily’s! name happened to her?”Aa thin voice shrieked, almost making my ears bleed.
“Shh, she’s sleeping! You’ll wake the sleeping beauty,” another voice, older and calmer, hushed in a low tone.
“She is so beautiful has a Grey white hair. Just like lily” the girl’s voice kept on ringing in my head.
“Aiden, I can’t believe you did this to a girl,” said a third voice, feminine this time, her footsteps echoing as she moved closer.
“The strap was faulty. It was not my intention” another voice replied with bitterness to the feminine voice.
“Is she dead? She’s been asleep for two days now. Please tell me she’s not dead,” the little girl’s voice chimed in again, full of worry.
“Hahaha, Arden! I told you to approach her peacefully in the forest, but no, you insisted on doing it the ‘fun’ way. And now, she’s been out for two days!”
Two days? I’ve been unconscious for two days? My heart raced as panic washed over me. *Where am I? Am I dead?* The thought freaked me out. I gasped, my eyes flying open to find a group of strange faces peering down at me like curious children inspecting a broken toy.
“Aaahhh!” the little girl screamed, her shrill voice cutting through the room.
I sat up abruptly, checking my neck for any signs of injury, expecting to feel puncture wounds, but there was nothing. My mind whirled in confusion. I distinctly remembered being in the woods after escaping from Brian’s pack. That had been the happiest moment I’d had in a long time. Then came the wolves, surrounding me, attacking. I remembered being taken down and blacking out.
I remembered the girl in the woods. “Emily!” I gaspe. Shee was behind me. Where is she? What happened to her? I tried to recall reaching for her, but everything went blank after that. My pulse raced as I scanned the unfamiliar room.
This wasn’t the Mafian pack, I realised with a sense of relief. At least I wasn’t back in the clutches of that manipulative psycho, Brian. The four people standing before me didn’t seem like rogues either. They were a strange bunch: the little girl who couldn’t stop talking, two tall young men, probably in their twenties, they looked alike with nothing differentiating them than one had a turquoise hair, while the other one had jet black wild hair. Obviously, they were twins. and a woman dressed like a nurse, standing off to the side of the room.
“Huh, Aiden, did you hear that? She called her name! She knows my sister! Hey, do you know my name?” The sharp voice of the little girl pierced my already foggy head, causing me to wince in pain. She was a slim, vibrant girl, maybe ten years old, with lively brown eyes that reminded me of someone…
“Do you know my sister? She said she found you lost and weak in the woods. Is it true Herr questions were coming faster and more annoying by the second.
“I want to also go on my own training outside and catch grey haired old ladies. but Big Brother forbade me from stepping foot outside, that i am not old enough, but i am a big girl. the girl continued her disturbance.
“Emma, it’s time for your training,” the older boy with turquoise hair scolded, glancing around nervously.
“No, I want to hear the whole story! Hey, you, gray-haired lady, can you tell me the story?” Emma darted away from the turquoise-haired boy, pointing at me. “Gray-haired lady, I’m talking to you!”
I blinked, half-shocked, half-amused. ‘Old lady’? ‘Gray hair’? Who is she talking about? Definitely not me.
“Aiden brought me here to watch the ‘old lady’, not you, Siden,” Emma taunted, accusing the boy with turquoise hair.
“Your playtime is over,” Siden stomped his head.
“Why are you mean to me, an innocent girl like me, while Aiden is kind to me” the little girl complained, clearly feeling wronged.
“That’s because he feels guilty,” Siden retorted, pointing at Aiden, who stood quietly in the corner.
‘guilty about what’ I wondered in my head. Chuckling, my fear was already going away, watching the little girl play around.
“If big brother finds out we brought her here, we’re going to be in trouble,” Siden muttered to Aiden, casting nervous glances around the room. Meanwhile, Emma continued to run around, evading their attempts to catch her, all the while shouting, “Gray-haired lady, tell me your story!”
It was almost comical watching the two large warriors chase after this tiny, hyperactive girl. They were clearly guards, dressed in warrior attire with machetes strapped to their backs, but at that moment, they looked more like helpless babysitters.
“You two are already in big trouble,” a deep voice boomed from outside the room, freezing everyone in place. The voice, low and commanding, sent a shiver down my spine. I recognized it. It was the last voice I’d heard before blacking out in the woods.
My heart pounded in my chest as fear kicked in. The man who entered was massive, towering over the others. His arms were covered in intricate tattoos of eagles, extending from his hands up to his neck and disappearing beneath his clothes. The aura of authority that accompanied him was unmistakable. He was an Alpha. a big bad Alpha at that.