Elena’s POV.
I wiggled hysterically on the wooden chair that I was tied on but my efforts seemed fruitless as the locks on both my hands and legs remained intact.
I had woken up yet again, for the past couple of hours, or days or even weeks.
I have lost count of the many nights that had passed by yet there has been no sign of any living being come around.
I had screamed till I lost my voice and the strength to move my lips even, yet no one came to my rescue.
I was beginning to realize that my location was far away from the pack or where anyone could find me.
My breath was slowly beginning to slip from my body as the darkness of the rusty room haunted my head, I felt numb by each passing minute.
I had woken up to find myself in this dark rusty room without any clue of where I was, my hands and legs tied to the chair. Whoever was behind it didn’t bother to tie my mouth because no one could hear me no matter how hard I screamed.
The skin of my hands and ankles where the rope was fastened on ached badly, and the hard surface of the wooden chair burnt the muscles of my butt.
I had squeezed my eyes shut because the more I opened it, the more darkness seeped in, haunting me to crumbs. I had tried to keep it closed as minutes and hours strolled by, I couldn’t even make out if it was day or night. I watched my life flash before my eyes.
All I did to keep myself alive was to drift into sleep between intervals, my heart shattered as I woke up each time to the dangerous darkness of the room.
As I trashed tirelessly over the restraints holding me down, it suddenly came to my realization that I might have been injected with wolves bane following how weak I have been since I found myself here. That was the only substance that could hold a werewolf down for a long period of time no matter how powerful they were.
Despite summoning Narla, my wolf, and joining strength with her, all my efforts to break free from the bondage still proved abortive proving that truly, I was downed with wolves bane.
I couldn’t help but wonder who could be responsible for this? I tried to recall my last incident before I lost consciousness. My last memory was sitting and having a conversation with Kaitlyn, then she left afterward leaving me all alone under the tree. My heart thumped drastically against my chest as I suddenly recalled that Graham had walked up to me and asked to join me. And then a few minutes after… Oh no! The maid that had brought the juice for me, it wasn’t just an ordinary juice, it was drugged.
I could recall pleading with Graham to take me back to the palace, did he eventually take me back or could he be my captor? Or could it be the maid who had drugged me? Or worse, what if he had truly taken me home and Aria seized the opportunity to do this? Could this be her finally taking out her anger on me like she has always yearned? She obviously couldn’t watch me take away the one thing that she always wanted.
My head buzzed with different thoughts, as my breath slowly slipped out of my body.
It was more frustrating that I had been here for longer than 48 hours approximately and no one had shown up yet, almost making it seem like whoever my captor was, had abandoned me and forgotten the path that led here leaving me to rot away.
The thought of Killian suddenly ran through my mind and a little droplet of tears streamed down my cheeks.
I was certain he’d be losing his mind right now and terrorizing the entire pack in search of me, it was worse that our mating ceremony had been a day before I was abducted. Why does our story keep going this way?
I knew certainly that he’d be left shattered and reduced to nothing just like my disappearance years ago, he was beginning to regain his happiness again with me around him, he was back to the bubbly energetic Alpha that he has always been, I couldn’t bring myself to picture the ugly situation he might have sunk back in right now.
A loud wail suddenly fled my mouth as my mind flashed to my children, the deadline that Aragorn had given me was up, and yet I was the one in a terrible situation while Killian still remained alive. What could he have done to my kids? What is their situation right now? I continued wailing as stabs of guilt and pain coursed through me.
If only this situation hadn’t befallen me, I would have told Killian the truth about Aragorn and sought for his help after the mating ceremony.
I have failed my children. I traded them for my selfish emotions and now there was no more a chance for their freedom. I stole that away from them. I am nothing but a terrible mother who forsake her children at the little chance she got.
The memories of the wonderful times we shared together rushed through my head at a heavy speed, suckling away the little strand of breath holding me alive.
I panted heavily as my breath grew ragged and my vision became blurry.
I couldn’t take it anymore, this has to be the price I’ll pay for failing my children, maybe we will be together and happy again in the afterlife.
Suddenly, just when I felt the last string of breath begin to fade away, the door cracked open and a manly figure strolled inside, his heavy footsteps echoed through the room as he drew closer to me.
I wasn’t hallucinating, someone had really found me, after the long horrific hours in here.
“Please, save me,” those were the only words that I could manage to mutter as the huge figure towered over me.