The sound of my cell bars sliding open snapped me wide awake. I started to stand but was stopped by a growl. On taking stock of my surroundings, it gradually registered to me that a pack of huge, frightening men stood around the room, their faces stoic. They were here, the Lycans.My heart spiked, the events from the past rushing back to me. Two men approached me, taking me by my arms. Once they proceeded to carry me off, I frantically rushed out, my voice rising with each word, "My aunts, where are they? What did you do to them?! What did you do with the rest of the witches?"I kicked out my legs, surprised when I found they were bare. My breath hitched once I took in the state of my dressing. I was in different clothes: someone had changed me.My gaze connected with the stocky vampire from before. He gave me a slow, sickly smile at the realization in my gaze.My eyes widened. "You pervert!" I kicked wildly, fighting against the strong holds on my arms. "I would turn you into a pig
LAN FARROW_Guards bowed low as I came storming through the chamber. The prisoners inched away from the bars, blending into the shadows. They hid, not entirely from me. But from what they knew I could do to them. On entering the central hall, I spotted an elder tear away from the crowd of people he was with, fast approaching me. I held up a hand, needing to be left alone.Head pounding, I climbed up the stairs, thoughts frantically zipping across my mind. After navigating the keep, I marched into my private wing and instantly drew up short when I saw it was teeming with lycan warriors. The hell? This part of the castle was private for a reason.On sighting me, the warriors fell silent. The sound of my boots reverberated as I slowly walked through the large hall. Looking at the faces around me, I came to a stop. "Out."For a while they stood there, staring at me, their faces starting to twitch anxiously. This ratcheted up my ire. I roared, "I said get the hell out!" I wasn't used to
MEREDITHThe voices around bombarded my ears, heightening my anxiety, although I tried not to show it, I never did. "Quiet," I stated calmly. When the noise still persisted, I screamed, "Quiet!"Unused to hearing me raise my voice, they quieted down. "Willow is in trouble," I began. "It's up to us to get her back from the Lycans before... Before they torture her to deat--"Hellene suddenly snapped, "It's all your fault, Corinne! If you didn't come up with that stupid plan--"Corinne scoffed heatedly. "Oh, like you would have thought of a better plan? Funny how I didn't hear you object t--""Ugh! I can't believe you! I can't believe any of you!" She proceeded to storm off.I made to stop her, but Maren beat me to it. She placed her hand on Hell's shoulder, saying calmly, "Hey, we're going to get her bac--"Smoke literally blew out of her ears. "Aren't you supposed to be her friend, Maren? For all we know they could be picking off her nails from the skin of her fingers one by one, and a
WILLOW __My cellmate was quite... talkative. Even now the scaly woman's voice rang out in the cramped room, grating on my ears."...Yes! I'm telling the truth. I was a princess in my land, right up until these dogs decided to take my sister, Dierdre, for some debt we haven't paid yet. To be fair, something that old shouldn't be considered a debt anymore. But, noo, king La--"I didn't want to even hear his name being spoken, but sadly, my ears were not immune to Yvonne. The 'princess'--an interloper from another dimension--had landed herself here when she came to get her captive sister, and now she was stuck in our dimension, or kingdom Earth as she'd called it."...I mean, every night before I sleep, the palace maids comb my hair with exactly two hundred and five brushes. Imogen used to add an extra one..."From the side of my eyes, I took in the young woman who was at the verge of hysterics, that was, if she wasn't already driving into it headfirst with a speeding limit. She was bl
The chambers were freezing cold when we poured into it, marching towards the door at the end of the lengthy corridor. The prisoners were huddled in various corners of their cells, eating what was left of breakfast. As we neared the massive door, it was being pulled open, and then we were marching through it.I recognized some sights around from the night before, the empty stone hall, the open peristyle, the manicured gardens... On one of the numerous wooden chairs dispersed around it, I caught sight of a bespectacled boy around my age sitting and typing away at the laptop opened in front of him.As if feeling my gaze on him, he rose his head and looked back at me. Our eyes hung for an inexplicable minute.A nudge had me reeling forward.Someone said above me, their voice dripping with irony, "Stop staring at our technical expert, he isn't going to help you run away."I tried to twist my arm out of his grip and ended up releasing a frustrated breath. "Meathead," I muttered."Watch your
Something collided against our cell bars loudly, producing a godawful sound. "Wake up!" A guard yelled.Prying my eyes open, I squinted, focusing on the huge guard. I started to glare, but stilled when I saw numerous other guards with long chains in their hold.Yvonne paled, saying from beside me, "Gods, no. Don't tell me it's today."Confusion filled me but I never tore my eyes from the guards."Up," one said.I drew back. "We're not even going to eat first?""I said up!""Okay. Sheesh."I struggled to my feet, Yvonne rising up on her tail. She slithered away on instinct when the bars were forcefully pushed open.The guards invaded our cell, starting to replace our bindings. One gripped my wrists, holding it together as the cuffs were opened, then another longer was being one closed around it.All the while a thousand thoughts bounced around my head. I shot a look at Yvonne. The same treatment was being given to her.One end of my chain was attached to Yvonne's, then we were led ou
Yvonne stared back at me from the other end of our cell.Night had descended over the castle, blanketing us in darkness."So," Yvonne began, her tone one of false indifference. "Is it just me or... did the king seem really angry at that boy for humiliating you?"I looked away, trying to act indifferent so she'd drop the topic. I shrugged. "Beats me."She didn't drop it, instead she started to slither towards me. "Did anything happen between you two?""No," I said. When she continued to approach me, I shot her a look that stopped her in her tracks. I rose a brow at her pointedly. "I'm in here because I tried to kill him, remember?"Saying nothing, she tilted her head at me, continuing to look at me for an unnerving while. A loud clang sounded beyond the steel doors and we snapped our heads toward it. I watched the handle twist, and then the door was pushed open. In walked two huge lycan guards.Wordlessly, one approached our cell, opening it.Once he stepped in, I drew up, instantly g
The next day came in a burst of sunshine, and annoying lycan guards."Up," some jerk ordered, opening the cell wider.My eyes flickered open and I sat up slowly, eying the burly guard. "What do you want?"Of course he didn't answer. He would lose his heart to a witch if he did; which, to them, was a worse fate than beheading.Once he started to swap my lengthy bindings for shorter ones, I realized he was leading me to my interrogation. "But it isn't afternoon yet," I said to his uniform, because it was more likely to listen to me than its wearer.Without saying a word, he grabbed my arm and started to lead me out. I threw a glance behind me, sighting Yvonne's still sleeping form.Down to the open colonnade we went. In the manicured gardens beyond, I spotted the thin, bespectacled boy from yesterday. When our gazes connected, he quickly looked away in guilt, nervously typing away on his keyboard.The cottage doors opened and I was led in. As usual, I swallowed on sighting the torture e