It didn’t take long for tips to start pouring in on Prince Michael. We had narrowed down his location to upstate New York. Two packs were tasked with assisting the Black Water Pack in making sure Prince Michael did not make it into Canada.
I was down in my office making notations on the log when I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I decided to lie down on the couch in my office. I’m not sure how long I was asleep, but when I woke up, I was stiff and sore. I was no longer on the couch in my office. I was lying on an unfamiliar surface. I heard unfamiliar voices speculating when I would wake up.
Where am I? This is not my house or pack. The scents I’m sniffing are unfamiliar to me. Just how did I get here? What in the blazes is going on and where am I? I open my eyes to see I am in a medium size bedroom. I am instantly on alert since this is not my house or any that I am familiar with.
‘Anthony. Anthony? Are you there? Can you hear me? Dad? Can you hear me? Alpha Richard? Anyone?’ I reached out in the pack link only to be met with silence.
I’m sitting on the side of a king-size bed looking around this blue-painted bedroom with white curtains at the small-sized window. I go to move but notice I have silver shackles on just above my ankles on both legs. No wonder I cannot link anyone in my pack. I try to reach out to my wolf only to be met with silence as well. I move my hands instinctively down to my baby bump and caress my baby as tears start to form in my eyes.
I’m not sure where I am, I’m cut off from my wolf, I cannot reach out to anyone, and I need to protect my baby at all costs. How am I going to do that? I’m not even sure if the baby is still okay at this point because of the silver shackles on my legs.
Think Melanie. What’s the last thing you remember? I was in my home office writing down tips as they came in. I was getting tired. I decided to lie down on the couch because I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer. Then, I woke up here. How did I get here? What happened to Jared and Tucker who were guarding the house? Or What about our border patrol?
As I’m pondering the answers to those questions, I hear footsteps approaching the room. The door suddenly bursts opens. Lo and behold guess who waltzes into the room? None other than Prince Michael himself. That’s right sports fans. The person who is supposed to be somewhere in upstate New York getting ready to make an escape into Canada.
“I take it you are surprised to see me in person Melanie,” Prince Michael snidely remarked as he walked over to me.
I didn’t say a word to him. I just looked at him.
“I bet you’re wondering how you got here, huh? Well, it’s a bit of a story really, but for another time. Right now, I need you to eat something since you’ve been asleep for two days. We didn’t anticipate the sleeping gas and the sedative to make you sleep so long. We have to make sure you stay healthy you know for the baby’s sake. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to your heir now would I,” mocked Prince Michael.
I just continued to look at him. I still didn’t say a word to him.
“Still not going to talk to me. No matter. I will be back shortly with some food. The bathroom is through that door. Might want to take a shower and freshen up. There are some clothes for you in the dresser to change into,” Prince Michael stated as he walked out of the room.
I just sat there and didn’t move until he closed the door. I slowly got up and noticed how sore I was. I went to the dresser to see what kind of clothing he had for me to wear. I found some undergarments, leggings, and a long-sleeved tunic top to wear. I went into the bathroom.
The bathroom wasn’t a grand bathroom by any means, but it suited my needs. It was a small, simplistic bathroom that reminded me of one you would find in a small motel room. I didn’t waste any time showering and drying off. I found a brush, toothbrush, and toothpaste. I did everything I needed to ‘freshen up’ so I could handle whatever was thrown my way. I have no doubt that I needed to be ready for anything at this point.
As I re-entered the bedroom, I noticed that there was a single chair in the corner of the room with a small table beside it. The window wasn’t one that a person could crawl through. The window reminded me of a standing lamp, a globe at the top flowing down to a long thin piece of glass. The window was maybe two inches wide in length. Nothing was getting through that window.
I sat down in the chair for a lack of a better place to sit. The room was sparsely furnished but I didn’t care because I wasn’t going to be staying here very long. I was determined to figure a way out of here and soon.
Before I knew it, Prince Michael was back again with a plate of food.
“Here, eat this,” he said as he shoved the plate of food at me.
I put the plate of food down on the table. I looked at him and still did not say anything to him. I waited for him to leave. Instead, he went over to the bed and sat down.
“Eat, NOW!” commanded Prince Michael.
I guess it surprised him that I didn’t pick up the plate of food and begin eating. I just sat there and looked at him.
“Why aren’t you eating?! I commanded you to eat?” demanded Prince Michael.
“Why am I here?” I demanded to know.
“Answer my questions. NOW!” commanded Prince Michael.
“Why am I here?” I demanded to know.
“How are you immune to my command? That’s impossible,” declared Prince Michael mostly to himself.
“Why am I here?” I demanded to know. I continued to ignore the food sitting next to me on the table. I sat with my arms folded across my chest staring him directly in the eyes. I refused to break eye contact with him-yes, I was challenging him directly.
Me challenging him, infuriated him. “How dare you challenge me!” Prince Michael roared. “You are nothing but a worthless female!” Prince Michael continued to rant as he stormed out of the room.
I chuckled to myself. I picked up the food, sniffed at it, and put it back down on the table. Then I thought, yeah, I’m some worthless female that you went out of your way to get for something. Mmhmm, sure am some kind of worthless female.
Sitting here, I started to think back on what Prince Michael said earlier. I’ve been asleep for two days, what must Anthony and Dad be going through right now? What happened to them? They must be losing their minds about now. I just hope they weren’t hurt or worse when I was taken.