As we made our way up the stairs to the upper deck, the sounds of the crew grew louder. They were coming, and we had to move faster.
I heard a silent whimper somewhere in the dark corner.
I searched with my eyes carefully to make out a figure weak on the floor. I’m glad I didn’t rush out, I would have left someone behind.
I walked slowly to her and picked her up, “Ju..st let m…e go, I’ll drag you girls back. You girls have to run fast, leave me alone and r…un” the dry voice said.
I recognized that voice as clear as I could tell water from acid. She was the first girl who spoke to me the first time I was brought into the ship.
“I won’t let you go, you are coming with us” I said as I picked her up. She was really light, it was obvious that she hadn’t had enough food,how long had she been here? Her skinny bones could pierce me.
As I held her fragile form in my arms, a surge of determination welled up inside me. I couldn't leave her behind to suffer alone in the darkness any longer. With careful steps, I began to lead her out of the shadowy corner, her weight barely registering against me.
"Listen, you're not alone anymore," I whispered softly, trying to reassure her despite the fear in her voice. "We're getting out of here together."
Her grip on me tightened, her trust wavering but still present. I could feel her trembling against me, a testament to the trauma she had endured.
As we made our way towards the dim light at the end of the corridor, I promised myself that I would do whatever it took to keep her safe. No matter the obstacles ahead, we would face them together, not as victims but as survivors.
The woman's determination in the face of such dire circumstances was both heart-wrenching and admirable. I knew she would slow us down, but leaving her behind was not an option.
"We're all in this together," I said, reassuring her. "You're not going to slow us down. We'll find a way to make it work."
The sounds of the crew were drawing closer, and I knew we had to act fast. I motioned for the other girls to follow me, leading them up the stairs towards the deck.
As we ascended the stairs, the weight of our situation pressed down on us like a heavy fog. I could feel the tension in the air, mingled with the palpable fear of what lay ahead. Each step seemed to echo the uncertainty of our journey, yet I remained resolute in my determination to lead us through.
Reaching the deck, I surveyed our surroundings, searching for any signs of hope amidst the darkness. The night sky stretched out above us, a vast expanse of unknown possibilities. But amidst the uncertainty, there was a glimmer of light—a beacon of hope that urged us forward.
Gathering my courage, I turned to the others, my voice steady despite the turmoil within. "We may be facing the unknown, but together, we are stronger than any obstacle that stands in our way. Let's show them what we're made of."
With renewed determination, we set forth into the night, our footsteps echoing with the promise of a brighter tomorrow. And though the path ahead was fraught with challenges, I knew that as long as we stood together, we could overcome anything that dared to stand in our way.
The night air was thick with tension as we crept across the deck, our collective breath mingling with the salty sea spray. The ship seemed to groan and shift beneath our feet, as if it too was aware of our precarious situation.
As we made our way towards the railing, we could hear the voices of the crew echoing through the ship, their harsh words cutting through the silence like a knife. But we pressed on, driven by our desperate need for freedom.
"We can do this," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the crashing of the waves.
We shuffled our way, the loud feet of the men coming our way.
“Boss, she’s no longer where you kept her” a loud voice informed who I believe was my tormentor.
Flashbacks of the constant torture I endured in that godforsaken room hit me like whirlwind. I never want to go back there, they might even kill me this time. My body was already too weak to endure another pound of harm.
“I know a way out,” one of the girls said. I snapped my gaze towards her to see a girl who could be at least nineteen years old, she had her hair dyed purple. “I believe I know a way out,” she repeated. “But, we have to run!” She concluded.
The urgency in the purple-haired girl's voice reverberated through the group, striking each of us like a lightning bolt.
"What is it?" I asked, my voice tinged with desperation. "How can we get out of here?"
The girl's eyes darted around, scanning our surroundings. "There's a lifeboat over there," she whispered, her finger pointing towards the edge of the ship. "If we can get to it, we might be able to row away from here."
“We might not all fit in,” I said, concerned.
“Let's get out of here first,” another girl said.
"Alright," I replied, my tone decisive. "But we need to move quickly. If the crew finds us, we're done for."
The group nodded in agreement, and we began to make our way towards the lifeboat. Our footsteps were light, our movements quick and calculated as we tried to remain undetected.
Suddenly, a loud voice rang out, shattering the silence. "There they are! Stop them!"
The crew had spotted us, and they were hot on our heels. Adrenaline coursed through my veins as I broke into a run, the other girls following close behind.At this point I carried the dry voice girl as I have come to describe her due to the absence of her name on my back, she was close to weightless anyway.We followed the purple haired girl as she ran."This way!" the purple-haired girl yelled, her voice frantic.We rounded a corner, the lifeboat now in sight. A burst of hope surged through me, but it was quickly extinguished as the sound of a gunshot rang out. One of the crew members had taken aim, the bullet lodging itself into the wood just inches from my head."They're shooting at us!" I cried, my body tensing. "Keep moving!"We raced towards the lifeboat, ignoring the bullets whizzing past us.We got into the boat, bullets flew around like flies.Thank God the boat was a big one, before another, the boat was full. There were five girls remaining.“We have to carry each other so
Behind me, I could hear the shouts of the men, their footsteps pounding through the forest like thunder. I knew they were gaining ground, their numbers overwhelming us."Arghh!" I heard a cry from the darkness, the voice of the purple-haired girl. I turned to see her stumble and fall, her face twisted in pain.I stopped right in my tracks, I ran back to her and helped her up.“I need to stick by your side, please” she begged. I looked at her and the wounded girl by her side.“Stay close. What is your name?” I asked the purple haired girl.“Devina” she responded.We continued running.“You can’t run away from me.” His eerie voice said into the voice amplifier. “Just come back”.At this point, I could see none of the other girls in sight, I could only pray that wherever they ran to, they were safe.Gun shots again as we continued to run.As we ran, our breaths heavy and hearts pounding, the sounds of gunfire echoing in the distance, Devina's grip tightened on my hand. Her purple hair st
For the past ten hours, I had ignored her cry for help but her heartbeat was faster now, it only means something bad is about to happen to her. I feel my wolf, he wants to help her, he is curious but I’m not. I’m going to sit on my bed in this dark room and block that voice.I try to block out the voice in my head, to push aside the insistent plea for help. But it's no use. My wolf stirs within me, his instinct to protect and defend surging to the surface."Fine," I mutter, my voice echoing in the emptiness of the dark room. I don't know why I'm doing this, why I'm allowing myself to be drawn into the chaos of another's life. But something about this girl, this mysterious figure cloaked in darkness, compels me to act.“Follow me” I command my Beta through telepathy.“Always, my Alpha” he responds.With a growl, I shift into my wolf form and bound out of the room, following the scent and the sound of her heartbeat. The forest rushes by in a blur as I race towards the unknown, towards a
Baelakis point of view. I woke to the soft rustle of silk against my skin, my eyelids fluttering open to reveal the opulent surroundings of the room. The first thing that struck me was the sheer size of it all – the vast expanse of space, the towering ceilings adorned with intricate chandeliers casting a warm, golden glow across the room.As I sat up, the luxurious sheets pooled at my waist, revealing the plush comfort of the bed beneath me. The mattress seemed to cradle me in its embrace, a welcome respite from the trials of the night before.My gaze wandered across the room, taking in the lavish furnishings that adorned every corner. Ornate tapestries adorned the walls, depicting scenes of ancient battles and heroic deeds. Intricately carved wooden furniture dotted the room, each piece a testament to the wealth and power of its owner.The air was suffused with the rich scent of sandalwood and incense, adding to the sense of luxury that surrounded me. Sunlight filtered through the sh
Stephen's point of view. From the very first night I saw her almost lifeless in the forest, I couldn't believe my eyes. She looked exactly like Evara. The only difference was the color of her hair. It was as white as snow but Evara had pitch black hair.As I stood there, taking in her features, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of déjà vu. It was like looking at a ghost, a reminder of the past that I thought I had long since buried. Evara had been gone for so long, but seeing this girl brought back all those memories and emotions I had thought were long forgotten.I knew I had to help her, not just because she was in danger, but because she reminded me of Evara. And so, with Cyrus's help, we rescued her from the kidnappers and brought her back to the safety of his house.Now, as I watched her across the table, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something special about her, something that went beyond her resemblance to Evara. She had a strength and a resilience that wer
Cyrus point of view. I left her immediately. I had healed her. I transferred all her pain into my body and I urgently needed to rest. I did not expect her pain to be this extreme. Whoever was chasing after her did immerse harm to her body and, as strong as I am, even I could feel it, although not as much as she would have felt it, my strength and endurance level are above every other werewolf's.I couldn't help but wonder. Her scent wasn't Evara's. I knew this because it is impossible for a werewolf to forget the scent of its mate. She was the woman I loved and gave my all to. I will never forget her scent. Also, this girl had white hair, just exactly as I had seen in the vision, but Evara's hair flowed like a curtain of night, a velvety veil that framed her face with an aura of timeless elegance. Each strand, as dark as the deepest depths of the cosmos that danced in the gentle breeze, enchanting all who beheld its mesmerizing allure. Although her features and everything else were Ev
Cyrus' Point of view. I walked out of my chambers through the extravagant halls. I had called for a meeting with my pack about strengthening the magic surrounding the walls of our pack. Every month, the walls are strengthened twice, the first half of the month and the last half. As I made my way through the ornate hallways, my mind was focused on the task ahead. The strengthening of our pack's protective enchantments was a crucial matter that needed to be addressed swiftly. I wouldn’t want the horror that happened twice to occur the third time. However, as I approached the living room, I couldn't help but notice soft laughter echoing through the corridor.Piqued by curiosity, I followed the sound and was surprised to find Baelakis and Stephen engaged in a lively conversation, their smiles and her laughter radiating through the air. I had tried my best to cloud my mind with other thoughts to avoid me thinking of Baelakis and found protecting the pack walls the easiest thing to think a
CYRUS’ POV. The pack meeting ran longer than I thought it would've. Strengthening the borders didn't usually take that much time, but we'd recently widened our grounds so we could build more houses for the newer members.I sighed, pulling on the strings of my hoodie before shoving my hands in its pockets, making my way to the library. I didn't go there often, there was never really a reason to, but I'd taken note of how frequently Stephen accompanied Baelakis there and assumed that they would be there again today.I swung the doors open, my eyes falling on the sight of Baelakis pursing her lips in the far corner as she scanned over the front page of the book in her hand.I scanned the room, my eyes falling on Stephen's form crouched close to her, watching over Baekalis with doe eyes. I remained perched at the door frame, not making a sound and simply waiting for Stephen to notice my presence. Thankfully, that didn't take too long and his eyes met mine in a matter of seconds. I beckone