Everything is dark, I can’t see or hear anything. I feel a small pinch near my neck and suddenly all I see is red.
I feel as though I am having a panic attack, my body jerks around uncontrollably and my eyes flit across the room, seeing everything all too quickly to form a clear image.
Two golden spots come into view and everything instantly freezes. I stare into the golden eyes and can’t look away. I see something flash in his eyes, it looks like panic, but quickly turns into cold fury.
What is going on?
I do not know Lyza, perhaps his wolf is saying something that angers him, my dragon suggests.
Werewolves can talk to their wolves? I ask.
Of course, all creatures can speak with their inner form, he answers, and I suddenly feel very stupid.
I really need to learn more about other creatures, I sigh.
I snap out of my conversation with my dragon when I hear someone clearing their throat.
I suddenly see the man that came to the cell I was previously in. I almost wish I was back in there.
Now I am strung up by chains so that my toes are inches from the floor, and I am facing a glass window to another room.
The man who I determined to be the werewolf king is standing in the other room, his golden eyes glaring at me.
I can’t help but notice how attractive he is. He is tall, over six feet at least, with tan, well defined muscles. His hair is black and messed up as if he had run his hand through it a dozen times.
And his eyes, oh my god, I could not look away from his eyes. All the wolves I have seen had yellow eyes, but his were golden, brighter than the sun.
Lyza, pay attention! My dragon growls at me and I drag my gaze away from the werewolf king.
I suddenly catch sight of the man from my previous cell walking towards me, an evil glint in his eyes.
“What are you?” He asks me.
Do not tell him Lyza, he will kill you, or worse, Mitalonys advises me.
“Who wants to know?” I ask, avoiding his question.
“I’m Beta Cadyn, second in command to the Werewolf King. Now I suggest you answer my question, this is the last time I am going to ask nicely,” He growls, walking closer to me.
What should I do?
Try to distract him, he offers.
“Where am I?”
“Enough, answer my question or you are going to experience the worst pain you have ever felt before,” he snarls.
“What did you give me to wake me up?” I ask. He growls at my change of the subject once again.
“An adrenaline mixture, which is going to make this hurt a lot worse,” he says waving over one of the guards.
The word hyperalgesia forms in my head. I had it when I was young, it is a condition meaning you were extremely sensitive to pain.
I suddenly see a syringe in one of his hands and start to panic.
What the hell am I supposed to do now? I growl at my dragon.
Your feet aren’t restrained, he points out and relief floods my body.
The Beta, Cadyn I think his name is, takes the syringe from the guard and stands in front of me.
"Last chance, what are you?” He asks, his voice sounding almost frustrated.
“You’re the genius you figure it out,” I snort. He grits his teeth and moves to put the syringe in my neck.
I smash my boot into his face and wrap my legs around his neck within seconds. He drops the syringe and it shatters against the stone floor. The guards move to get my legs off the Beta, but I give them a warning glance.
“Don’t even think about it. Take one step closer and your Beta is dead,” I growl, tightening my legs around his neck.
I can hear him gasping for air, his fingers clawing at my legs. I suddenly feel razor sharp claws slicing through my pants and into my thighs.
I cry out once before gritting my teeth and pulling my legs tighter against the searing pain. The Beta’s body suddenly slacks, but I keep my hold on him.
I wait for a minute before releasing my legs and kicking his body away from me. The guards immediately rush forward and carry him out of the room. I wince at the pain in my legs and look down.
The skin is shredded, and blood is running down to my feet. I flinch at the horrible sight and look away quickly.
“Can someone please tell me where the hell I am?” I growl looking through the glass.
The werewolf king’s jaw is clenched, and he breathes heavily. He suddenly disappears from view and I growl in frustration.
The door opens and the werewolf king walks in, coming to stand just a few feet in front of me.
“It would make this so much simpler if you would just tell us what you are? Not many creatures can put on a light show like that, so we have already determined you are either a witch or a dragon,” he says, and I feel my knees shake. His voice is a deep, husky sound and the power behind his words is enough to make anyone cower down in fear.
“There is no such thing as dragons,” I snort, rolling my eyes.
“So, you’re a witch?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Sure, I’m a witch, there, happy?” I mutter, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
In less than a second, he has me pinned to the wall with his hand wrapped around my throat. I gasp for air that will not come, flailing my legs.
My feet hit against him several times, but he does not even move. His eyes bore into mine with rage, his teeth are bared so I can see his fangs.
Mitalonys help!! I call out desperately.
I suddenly feel heat spread in my neck and the man jumps back with an echoing growl. He holds his hand with a pained expression, and I realize that the skin is red and blistering.
Oops, my dragon snickers.
You are such an asshole, I scold him.
I know! It’s so much fun, he says, and I inwardly roll my eyes.
“Bitch,” I hear the King hiss and turn to see him looking right at me.
“That’s not very nice,” I mutter, rather obnoxiously too.
He rolls his eyes and sighs in defeat. He leaves the room, muttering under his breath and rubbing his burned hand.
I visibly relax when I am alone in the room.
Mitalonys, where are we?
We are in the territory of the werewolf king. King Carthane was the leader nearly a decade past, and he ordered for all dragons to be destroyed. I believe this may be his son, he tells me, and I feel like I was just thrown into a bucket of cold water.
All of the heat from my body suddenly vanishes and my face visibly pales.
This was why father told me to stay away from the forest.
Mate? What the hell is that supposed to mean Madox?I growl at my wolf.What do you think it means Daerius? That girl is your mate and you are about to torture her!He snarls at me.Why would I be mates with a creature other than a wolf, especially one like a witch or oh god, what if she is a dragon?I say, disgust seeping into my words.Well then you are just going to have to get over it. The longer you avoid her, the stronger the bond is going to grow until you won’t be able to even look at her without wanting to tear her clothes off.I can practically hear him smirking.I cut off the link, knowing that my wolf is probably right, hell, he’s always right.Find out what kind of creature she is,I tell my Beta who stands in front of the girl. She is quite beautif
I gasp at the force behind his fist, it has me convulsing. The guards have my body pinned against the wall, so I am forced to bear the pain.I know he did some damage; I can taste blood in my mouth and his fist hit the bloody gash across my stomach.Pain sears across my body and I want to scream but am suddenly distracted as Mitalonys tries to take over my body. In my pain, I can’t hold him back.I slowly feel myself lose control of my body until I can just see, hear and feel the pain that still courses through my body.I let out a snarl and my chains are ripped free from the wall. I smash my fist into one guard’s face and his body falls onto the floor, completely unconscious.I take the other guard’s head between my hands and snap his neck in seconds. The last guard runs towards me, but I deliver a roundhouse kick straight
My wolf is so annoying, I am trying to think but he won’t shut up. This girl made a good point, if she stays here then I can teach her how to get along with wolves.And you can make sure she doesn’t turn into the monster that killed your mother and sister,Madox pipes in. I run my hand through my hair in frustration.“Very well,” I say, and she looks at me in shock.“What?”“You may stay in the pack,” I mutter quickly before I can change my mind. Her eyes widen and her mouth opens and closes several times.“Thank you so much! I can promise you that you will not regret your decision!” She gushes and I roll my eyes but can’t help the smile that crosses my lips from making my mate happy.“Now how the hell do I get down from here?”
Why is he finding it amusing to call you Lyza when you specifically asked him to call you Lyzaria?My dragon asks me.Because he thinks it’s funny to irritate me,I reply.How is that funny?It’s not really, he’s just an ass,I snort and Mitalonys chuckles a little.“Get cleaned up, I have to watch the warrior’s training in a half hour. The bathroom is through there and there are clothes in the closet that belong to my sister, but they should be about your size,” Daerius tells me.“Yeah okay,” I mutter, only half listening. When I hear the doors close, I groan and collapse onto the bed.Weariness and pain washes over me and I feel tears prick my eyes. My stomach still hurts where there is a knife gash and a massive bruis
To say that I am shocked would be an understatement.“Where did you learn to fight like that?” I ask, grabbing her arm and pulling her away from my warriors. She sighs a little.“My father taught me mostly. He had made a mistake that eventually led to his death. But in the time, he was alive, he trained me how to survive by fighting, and killing,” she says, clenching her jaw.“Well, I still don’t let females fight because if they were capture for any reason, they can’t withstand torture as well as males,” I explain, and she shakes her head with a breathy laugh.“Really? You tortured me, and I’m sure I held up better than most of your warriors would have,” she scoffs, and I frown.“Fine, you win. Now you are supposed to be maintaining a low profile so I suggest you shut up
“Wait so your name is Angel?” I ask Daerius’ sister.“Yeah, fits great doesn’t it?” She scoffs.“That’s because you try your hardest to prove that your name doesn’t fit,” a man says, walking up to us.“Oh! Lyza this is Gamma Mykael, he gets to hang out with us today. My brother never lets me leave without at least four guards and either Mykael, our Beta, or himself,” Angel mutters in annoyance.“Are you two ready to go?” He asks and I nod.A black SUV suddenly pulls up in front of us and I follow Angel inside. The inside is designed like a limo, with colorful lights running along the seats that are sideways.There is a cooler at one end and a TV at the other. I gape at the interior, ignoring Angel’s amused smile.
“Hey bro we’re back!” I hear Angel yell, followed by the front door slamming shut.Everything was fine, Lyza did not try to escape at all,Mykael tells me and I raise an eyebrow at her name.Lyza? Not ‘the dragon’ anymore?She is actually pretty entertaining and really funny, her and Angel get along really well,he replies. I make a surprised noise and head downstairs to see this for myself.Mykael along with the four guards are each carrying 4-6 shopping bags. Most of which I notice are striped pink.“I thought I told you not to buy the whole mall,” I say, and Angel rolls her eyes.“Hey, we managed to get it under $10,000. Last I checked you were okay with that,” she says.“Fine whatever, take the
He looks surprised at my compliance but then shakes it off.“What is your dragon’s name?” He asks. I make a face.“Seriously?”“I’m starting simple,” he shrugs.“His name is Mitalonys, but when I shift, he prefers being called Talon,” I say.“When did you shift into your dragon for the first time?”“When I was 14, but Mitalonys has always been around.”“Really?” He asks in surprise.“Yeah, we shift early in our lives, so we have more time to learn control, why?”“Well we shift into our wolves at 16, and that is also when we are able to start speaking to our wolves,” he tells me.“That must be why