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Chapter 20: Facing reality – Part 2/2

I sucked in a deep breath as I absorbed her words, telling me about the person I already knew and loved. I squeezed my eyes shut, relieved to hear that Amelia would not be taking over and leading the group of hunters. But, as I stood there thinking over everything Lynn had just told me, it dawned on me that the pup she spoke of was me. I vaguely remembered that day; we were visiting with a neighbouring pack, and it was also the day that I first shifted into my wolf. After shifting, I wandered off into the woods, only to get lost and was unable to find my way back home. I started to panic when I realized that I was lost and alone, leading to me tumbling down a cliff and injuring my leg. I remained in my wolf form the whole time, not wanting to be any more vulnerable, but the little girl who cared for me was so kind and gentle. I could remember her reading the story of red riding hood to me, telling me that the wolf in that story was bad but that I would grow up to be a good wolf. It was a fond memory for me, but one that I hadn’t thought of in such a long time.

Lynn stood there, a bewildered look on her face before a smile spread across her face. “Amelia’s your mate, isn’t she?” She asked as she closed the distance between her and the cell bars.

I raised a brow. “What makes you think that?”

“The way you listened so intently and the face you made when I said she wasn’t going to be handed the position of leader. You are trying to hide your feelings for her, but your eyes deceive you, showing the love you have for her.” She said confidently, and Lynn was right.

My eyes fell to the floor for a beat, “Yes, she is my mate, and I love her.” I told her proudly as a smile danced its way across my face.

Lynn exhaled heavily. “I’m not happy about this, and I’m not sure if I can support your relationship. But I know you will protect and love her with everything you’ve got. That’s why you need to save her from your father. Amelia does not deserve to die.” She told me, her voice cracking slightly.

I opened my mouth to respond but was cut off abruptly by the sound of my father’s voice echoing throughout the dungeon halls. “Damon, it’s time for your punishment.” He said in a sing-song voice.

I furrowed my brows and glanced between Lynn and Christopher before hurrying down the hall and out the dungeon door. I burst through and into the backyard, only to see Amelia bound and kneeling on the ground by my father’s feet as he held her by the hair.

Amelia POV:

Xavier’s cruel words poured through me like poison, freezing me in my spot. Then, finally, he released me from his relentless grip, and I dropped to the floor like a sack of rocks. He grinned down at me before spinning on his heels and walking towards the door. “I’ll be back for you, and this will all be over soon enough.” He said assuredly.

Xavier then left the room, leaving me to lay on the floor, broken and defenceless. Internally I screamed and wailed, feeling as though my time was up, that soon, I would die. I pushed the broken chair away and attempted to stand on my feet, but my legs nearly gave out on me. I braced myself against the cold wall, standing slowly. Once I was stable enough, I pushed off the wall, and that’s when I realized that I was no longer tied up, that Xavier had destroyed my binds when he threw me up against the wall.

I looked around the room for a way to get out. There were no other doors or windows within the room, and my only way out was to go through the main entrance. I slowly walked over to the door and gripped the handle tightly, praying that it was unlocked, and just as I suspected, it was locked tight. I walked back over to the broken chair and grabbed the sturdiest piece I could find.

Taking the blunt object, I hit the door handle with it as hard as possible. Finally, the handle broke off with one good whack, and I could only hope that no one heard that. I peered out the door and glanced around the empty halls. I walked down the corridor as fast as I could, looking for a way out. There was a large metal door at the end of the hall, which surprisingly was unlocked.

I pushed the door open, and it led me into another hallway, but a more inviting one. Closing the door quietly, I continued walking through the hall but stopped in my tracks when someone hollered behind me, “Stop right there!” They bellowed out, and that’s when I sprinted for it, bursting through the next set of doors in front of me.

I was outside finally, and I dashed for the woods, not slowing or looking behind me. The rough ground tore at my feet as I continued running, my breathing erratic and my heart pounding out of my chest as I pushed myself to go faster, hearing the man close behind me.

As I continued running, I came upon a rock ledge, not noticing it soon enough and going right over the edge. I fell, my body tumbling down the rocky wall. I finally crashed to the ground, the wind being knocked from my lungs. My body felt like it had been tossed around by a bull, everything aching and burning. I pushed up from the ground and looked around for somewhere to hide, finally spotting a fallen tree to hide underneath.

I hurried over and laid under the decaying bark, hiding from the man still hunting me. I could hear him not far off, yelling for me. I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing that this was just a nightmare, but the reality of everything was all too real to be a nightmare.

A few minutes later, it was quiet. I was too frightened to move but knew I couldn’t stay here forever. So, I sucked in a deep breath and crawled out from under the tree, frantically looking around. There was no one around that I could see, and I couldn’t hear anything. I continued walking through the forest, every fibre of my being on high alert, waiting for someone or something to jump out at me.

After walking for a few minutes, I stopped abruptly in my tracks, as I now stood before my parent’s wrecked car. I rushed over, nearly tripping over everything in my path as I anxiously ran to the car. I reached for the door handle but stopped, unsure of what may be inside the vehicle. I hesitantly opened the car door, and somewhat to my relief, it was empty.

I looked around the car, and there were no signs of them being seriously injured, which was good, but if they weren’t here, where were my parents? So I continued to search the car, looking for any kind of clue as to where they may have gone or what exactly happened. Finally, I opened the trunk and looked around, finding my dad’s briefcase that he always kept locked.

However, the crash must have broken its lock as it was now open. I flipped the lid open, revealing the mess of documents inside, and almost immediately, my eyes widened as I stared at the photo of Damon. Inside my father’s briefcase were photos, documents and notes, all on Damon and his pack.

I stumbled backwards as I realized that Xavier was right, my parents were hunters, and the target was Damon; that was why they had come here. Then, suddenly, a pair of muscular arms wrapped around my waist and hoisted me up.

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