Cecily's P.O.VThey leave me in the cell. The whip is gathered up, avoiding the end as they wind it up, leaving a small trail of blood behind them. They allow me to be unchained and the moment my wrists drop to the ground I groan in pain. My back sends a flare of agony through my body with every small movement I make. I don't know how I manage but I finally manage to crawl my way over to the corner. I collapse, uncaring at how unladylike I might look. I lie on my front for a moment, taking in deep breaths with my face buried in the musty cloth of the thin blanket they let me have. I lift myself up, shoving down the groan of pain as the torn muscles on my back protest at the movement. I drag myself to sit up, not liking feeling so exposed when I lie down.That's when I notice the man outside the cage. He's grinning at me wickedly and I'm fearful of what he's doing. He's just standing there, grinning. I look at his hands and I see a little red light. It's the camera. I've noticed him ho
Cecily P.O.VI know I'm in deep trouble the moment I hear him coming. I hear him shouting. He is raging. I'm still lying in the position his son left me in and my neck is still throbbing. Not long after the son did what he did someone came in. They wiped up the cut, muttering angrily. They roughly picked me up, did something to the back of my neck. Another torture device no doubt.My back still sends stabs of pain and the most recent wave caused me to feel like I couldn't breathe."Bring the stamps" I hear him shout. "I don't care what they're called! That bitch is going to learn a lesson about lying to me" he must be shouting really loud because a minute or two later, he barges into the cell. It's an understatement saying he's raging. He's a whole new level of furious. In his hand is a black metal bar and on the end are four interlocking circles, with a cross in the middle, the points touching where the circles cross. The end is sizzling. "Having a good little nap, Miss Turner? Becau
I wait in the seat beside her bed, scrolling through my phone. My dad's given me some Alpha stuff to do, per my request, to get my mind off killing Red Blood's Alpha. They are vulnerable; we know where they are. No one's come in to see her; they're not allowed. Only two people at a time, not including the doctor. Luke's been in and out constantly, Alpha Turner has come in every now and then too. I've given them time alone with her, not wanting to make them wait to see her. As much as I want to stay with her, I need to let her family get priority.She's been out for sixteen hours.Dwayne had done a physical scan on her, smothering her whole back in a cream to help draw out infection. If we had waited any longer to get her out of there, he fears that she wouldn't recover at all. She's lucky to be alive as it is. Due to being treated hours after the wounds were inflicted, it means it'll take longer to heal and she'll be left with horrendous scars. It'll be a constant reminder of what the
As soon as I pull the top over her head she stills. She then suddenly rockets towards the bathroom and I hear the sound of her throwing up. I jog to the bathroom to see her curled over the toilet seat, holding her hair back. I step up and hold it for her as she empties her stomach of silver.When she finishes, she sighs and stands up straighter. I hear a small whimper but it's cut off with the toilet flushing."You alright now?" I ask, releasing her hair so she can rinse out her mouth. She nods, holding her head higher. She takes a deep breath, calming herself down."I'm fine. Doc said I'd be throwing up, right?" she smirks at me before filling her mouth with a handful of water. She spits a few seconds later before straightening, covering her neck where the cut on her neck is. The edge of the gash is still visible no matter how she positons her hair. I watch her with one hip and shoulder braced against the door frame and arms crossed. "Let's go. I want to see my dad""He's in Dad's of
Cecily P.O.VI sit next to Austin at the top circle table. Everyone is talking and laughing around me but I don't feel it. Despite all the smiling faces I feel depressed. I feel empty, like I'm missing something. I am. I'm missing my wolf and my mate's mark. Austin nudges my arm lightly with his elbow. I snap into the present where he is looking at me with a concern that's matched on everyone else's face at our table. I blink, looking up at him."Are you okay?" he asks softly. I nod."I'm fine. I'm just not hungry" I look down at the plate that was put in front of me. Everyone else is nearly finished but I've not even picked up my cutlery."You need to eat, Cecily" Austin urges but I shake my head, slamming my lips together."Austin, I'm not hungry. I can't eat anything, not until I get the silver out my system" I've been throwing up all afternoon, little bits of silver coming out with my breakfast and lunch. Just like yesterday. It's been three days since Austin brought me back but m
Austin's P.O.VI'm woken by the whimpering of pain that cuts through the silence of my bedroom. I glance at the clock quickly- I've only slept three hours but they're the best three hours sleep I've had in days. Cecily cries out softly beside me, fingers screwing up in the covers and her head tossing on the pillow. I sit up quickly, letting the covers fall, exposing my bare chest to the air."Cecily" I reach to touch her shoulder but the second my skin touches hers, she screams. It's a scary scream of fear and pain that breaks my heart. "Cecily, it's just me. Wake up" her whole body shakes and she begins to tear up in her sleep."I'm sorry" she sobs out, chest heaving as she struggles to control her emotions. "Leave me alone!" she thrashes on the bed, crying out at the pain that her back causes. "Please, no more! Please, not the whip again" I know she's having a nightmare, reliving the memory of her time in Red Blood. I will kill those bastards for doing this. Not only have they physi
Cecily P.O.VI am beyond glad when I wake up on my own bed and not in the hospital. The soft mattress does wonders at keeping my back from hurting and from giving me cramp in my side. And better yet, when I blink open my eyes tiredly Austin is sitting next to me with his back against the headboard and a frown on his face as he looks at the phone in his hand. I know when he does this he's trying to calm himself down and keep his thoughts on track."If you keep frowning you'll get wrinkles" my voice comes out croaky, no thanks to the silver and to not drinking in a while. I let out a groan as speaking somehow manages to fuel the developing headache. Austin looks at me quickly, phone forgotten as he drops it to the side."Hey" he hushes, a small smile forming at his mouth but it doesn't reach his eyes. He touches my cheek with his fingers gently. "How are you feeling?""Like I've got a hole in my neck" when I lift my hand to my neck all I feel is the tough material of plasters. I lift pa
"Do you, Austin Black, swear to fulfil the duties as the Alpha of Black Shadow, abide by the Law of leadership and to serve justice in the name of the well-being of Black Shadow pack members?" Clyde asks, rather long-winded. His voice is loud so the whole garden can hear him. My eyes flick to Austin, who is still holding my hand."I do" Austin answers, looking rather serious."Do you swear to serve and protect this pack to the best of your ability, put this pack before you and your own when necessary and do everything in the best interest of the pack?""I do"Oh my God it sounds like a wedding. It technically is a wedding; a wedding between us and the pack."Do you swear to always provide and protect the Luna with the necessities of her role, show loyalty towards her and provide an heir for Black Shadow to look up to in future years?" I choke on my own spit at the last one and it causes everyone behind me to chuckle. It's a bit early for that, isn't it? Clyde winks at me playfully and