Wolves in the Mist

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Chapter 11

It had been about three months since I was kidnapped. It had been two months since I no longer spoke to anything or anyone. Days became into weeks and weeks became into months. All you heard were my screams and the growls from the wolf that lasted for hours. Sometimes you would hear howls. But after long hours all you could hear was silence.

After a while all you heard were the growls and howls from the wolf. Where did the screams go?

I would wake up in the same room I was in. I would eat and rest for a bit, before I would have to get up again. Everyday consisted with fights. No one came to visit me anymore, at least no one I knew. Not Lincoln. Not Isabel. Not even Mason, although I was thankful for that.

The only visits I got were from strangers who brought me food and after a fight while I was asleep, recovering from the wounds I had received. Every morning I woke up with fresh bandages. Someone would come every night to change them. I had someone to take care of me during my weak state.

It was a man. I knew this because of the way his hands felt and the way he treated me. His hands were rough due to the calluses. But even then he was gentle with me when he treated me, making sure my wounds were taken care of and made sure not to touch me in places he shouldn't. I was thankful that at least someone cared about me, even if it was all just an act.

I had become stronger since my first fight with the beast. I felt less pain when inflicted upon me. I lasted longer each time. No matter how weak or tired I felt, I never showed it. After the first few fights, I realized it wasn’t trying to kill me. Yes it wanted to harm me and there were plenty of times it could’ve killed me.

But it didn’t.

I learned how to defend myself and how to attack. I knew I had to survive for many reasons and that's what I did. For weeks I went through the same thing.

I was finally resting after my last fight. The door above the staircase opened and a pair of footsteps made their way to me. I knew it was the same man that always came to treat my wounds.

He treated my wounds and lifted my body off the ground. He carried me out of the room in his arms. I didn't struggle. I didn't fight back, instead I found comfort and felt safe in his arms. My eyes began to feel heavy and in a matter of seconds I fell asleep in his arms. Relief was what I felt.

I did it.

I survived.

• • •

I slowly lifted my heavy lids. I was in another room, a bedroom. I shuffled around and noticed I wasn't lying on the floor, but on a bed. The comforter on the bed was fluffy and the white pillows felt so soft against my skin. It was probably because for the past few months I had been lying against the cold and hard concrete floor. I felt as if I was lying on a cloud. I smiled to myself and tears began to fall down my face.

I did it.

A knock on the door made me quickly wiped my tears away and put on a straight face. The door slowly opened and Isabel walked in. She smiled when she saw me.

"I brought you something," she walked in with a tray full of food in her hands. It had all sorts of sliced fruits in a bowl like banana, apple, pineapple, and strawberries. Next to it was a plate full of rice, beans, mashed potatoes, and chicken. It also had a glass of water.

I sat up and Isabel placed the tray on my lap. I didn’t waste more time and began to eat the fruits. A mix of flavors filled my senses.

"I didn't know what you liked so I brought you a few things to eat." I grabbed the spoon and began to eat the food from the plate.

"Emma..." I continued eating.

"Why aren't you speaking? Did you lose your voice?" I placed the spoon down and drank the orange juice.

"I'm sorry this had happen to you, but you made it out. I know saying that won't make things better." I placed the tray on the nightstand next to the bed and looked at Isabel.

"I'm really sorry..." Isabel held my hands in hers. “Please just talk to me. I'll do anything."

I sighed and finally spoke, "thank you for the food."

Isabel smiled, "oh thank goodness! I thought you lost your voice or something. They told me that they couldn't hear you anymore." I pulled my hands away from Isabel's.

"As you can see I'm fine and alive."

"Is there anything you want? More food? Clothes?" Isabel asked.

"I'd like to shower and a change of clothes," I stared at my attire. I was still in my undergarments, but had a shirt in which belonged to a man. It had a man's smell to it and from the size of it I could tell. Suddenly, my thoughts went to the man that treated my wounds.

"There's a bathroom right though that door," Isabel gestured towards the white door by the walk-in closet. "Everything you need should be inside. I'll wait here while you shower and get ready." I nodded and entered the bathroom.

After some time, I stepped out of the shower. I brushed my teeth, brushed and blow dried my hair. I was now staring at myself in the mirror.

Bruises, cuts, and scars covered my arms. I looked down at my legs and saw them there as well. Most of the cuts were fully healed, others needed a few more days. I grabbed the box of bandages from the counter and bandaged those that still needed to heal.

I knew I had more under the towel around my torso, but I didn't want to look. Tears blurred my vision. I took a deep breath and smiled at myself. A single tear fell from my eye before I wiped it away and walked out the bathroom, straight into the closet.

"So what happens now?" I asked as I looked through the clothes. I looked at the sizes of the shoes and clothing. They were all my size. I shook my head not wanting to know why or how they knew my size and got dressed.

"I help you find your parents while you help us," Isabel answered. Haven't I done enough already? I don’t even know what you want with me.

"What am I supposed to do?" I walked out wearing a black hoodie, black jeans, and black and white sneakers. I tied my hair into a low ponytail.

"Join the pack. Everything else will be explained after you are a part of it."

"What do you mean by the pack? A pack is a group of wild animals, wolves for example. These people aren't wolves. They're monsters."

"Emma there's a lot of things many people don't know about the world we live in." Isabel stood up and walked towards the white vanity table.

"What the hell are you talking about? Are you saying that wolves exist?" I crossed my arms over my chest.

"I'm not talking about wolves. Werewolves and witches," Isabel smiled at me before grabbing a rose from the vase. "Here, let me show you something," Isabel gestured towards the bed.

I arched an eyebrow and sat on the bed. Isabel grabbed my hand and placed the rose on the palm of my right hand. With her left hand she hovered it above the rose and slowly lifted her hand.

I watched with wide eyes as the rose lifted into the air. It stayed in the air for about a minute before coming back down. Isabel removed the petals one by one and held them in her bowl shaped hands. She whispered a few words in a foreign language before blowing at the petals. The petal lifted into the air and danced across the room. I watched in awe as the red rose petals fluttered around me before landing back on Isabel's hands.

"You're a witch?" I asked. A stupid question after already knowing the obvious, but I still asked. Isabel nodded.

"So werewolves exist as well? They aren't just made up?" Isabel nodded again.

"So Lincoln and Mason are..." I gulped. "Werewolves?"

"Yes," Isabel answered. "Alpha and beta to be more exact."

"What does that mean?"

"An alpha is the leader of a pack, the strongest one. Mason is the leader of this pack. A beta is the second in command. They take over while the alpha is absent or become the new alpha if the previous alpha dies. Lincoln is the beta of this pack."

I placed my hands against the sides of my head. "But how is this possible? You only exist in books."

"Werewolves were created by the moon goddess and witches... well that's a long story for another time."

"The moon goddess is like their god I'm guessing... What the hell... I can't believe this," I stood up. Isabel placed her hands on my shoulders.

"It's the world we live in," Isabel spoke.

"Can a human become a werewolf? I've read from stories that a bite of a werewolf can turn you into one... Am I going to turn into one?" My eyes widened.

"No, you won't turn into one. Yes, a bite from a werewolf does something, but it's more complicated than that." I sighed in relief.

"So you said I'm supposed to join the pack.” I crossed my arms. “Why should I join? I'm not a werewolf."

"I can't answer that question."

"You can't because you don't know the answer to it, or you can't because you don't want to tell me why?" I asked.

"I just can't," she answered.

"What do you do in a pack? How does it work?"

Isabel walked to the door. “Come with me and I'll show you."
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