Chapter 6 Welcomes You To My Unique Hell

(With Ethan at his side———->)

I could have thought it had been ages since I sat in that dark place, wherever it was, gazing at the beautiful white woman with eyes that were either greenish-blue or mine, depending on my attitude. Her fur was spotless, except for a small area on her feet where the color had faded to a dull, washed-out gray owing to the filth that had presumably seeped into her fur over the years.

Because she is my wolf, I was aware of this fact. My partner in crime has been instrumental in my success so far.

The dark chamber appeared to go on forever, completely dark. Only she and my form were illuminated by the light, which seemed to have no origin. The light source, in this case, is the flashlight itself, yet despite the strangeness of the situation, I had an overwhelming sense of serenity.

Do you believe I imagined things? I had the impression that my thoughts were rather mundane.

I didn't have a panic attack, attempt to escape through the darkness, or start crying out of fear that I would be trapped here, wherever this location was, for the rest of my life.

I sat with my feet crossed, my hands clasped together in my lap, and my back straight. I was about inches away from my wolf.

Because my wolf made me feel secure, I was surprisingly at ease simply sitting there. Ever since we escaped from our pack, she's been acting in this manner. Didn't I say anything about it, did I? Now it had been three years since Ethan, and I had been on the run, and throughout that time, we had never had a stable home or a family that would care for and adore us.

Even though we were not kicked out of our pack or punished in any other way, I suppose you could call us outcasts. We deceived our pack into believing that we were young, just 15-year-old children, who were so consumed by our love for one another that we went to spend the rest of our lives together. Instead, we rushed away and left our pack behind.

However, that is not the case by any means. Even though they contributed to why I left, my parents would be aware of the reality.

Let me clarify. I was a young female wolf of fifteen years old; I was attractive and youthful, and I had a lot of friends, just like the other woman wolves. My parents took me to the Alpha, who asked my parents to see me, and my dad was the Beta. My mom was the Beta. They have never wavered in their allegiance to the Alpha, and they have obeyed every desire, even the one to have their daughter.

Cruel, to be sure, but did they give a damn? Noooo!

So they brought me to the Alpha, even though I was too little to understand why the Alpha, who had always been friendly but was a sick man, would want to see me. The Alpha had always been kind, but he was indeed a sick man. I had not been negligent in any way, had I?

My parents hugged me, saying ''Do as you told" or "Do not disrespect your Alpha," knowing why he had called me there.

When he smiled at me, I returned the gesture since the majority of the members of my pack admired and respected our Alpha even if they were unaware of his actual appearance. He forced me to sit next to him on his bed. Throughout our conversation about me, which appeared to go for approximately 20 minutes, he described how I was the most energetic and powerful young female wolf that he had ever seen. I, of course, became red in the face and thought he was merely complimenting me until he forced me down on the bed, held both of my hands on my stomach with one hand, and shut my lips with the other before saying the words that have plagued me ever since.

You are going to be a wonderful mother to my puppies.

The next thing I knew, he was trying to rape me, disturbing. The pack's Alpha lied to his whole group, and despite having access to a large number of potential mates, he chose me. A 15-year-old female wolf who had done nothing wrong other than be herself, and the sick scumbag decides that he may rape me so that I can carry his puppies? He was something like 45 years old. Major perv.

So I did what ladies are supposed to do: to knee him in his remote region, which caused him to fall off of me while exclaiming, "I like fiesty," and that was the point when I almost went to far.

I was so upset that I started crying as I was racing out of his room, and I ran into my parents. And when I recalled what they'd said to me, the significance of the information dawned on me. The only thing that came out of my mouth was, "You knew," Then I broke out yelling, "You knew, and you didn't attempt to stop that sick monster!"

They yelled my name as I raced through the rain that had started falling the previous evening, and I sprinted without moving my position yet. When I ran through the entrance of the old barn home, Ethan was already standing and immediately embraced me, mumbling soothing things to me as he held me to his chest. I took a step back as he asked what was wrong, and all I could say in response was, "The Alpha attempted to take advantage of me." This made him furious. That level of madness when steam is gushing out of your ears.

I retreated and told him that my parents were aware of the situation but did nothing to stop him and that they would have to take me back if they found me.

The murderous expression vanished from his face, and he turned around to me, put his hands on my shoulders, and said, "Let's get away." Simply the two of us! They are not necessary for us! Let's leave!'

The only thing I managed to get out was a simple "thank you" before we bolted out of there and ran as quickly as we could into the pitch-black forest to get away from the group. I had a strong suspicion that the Alpha had ordered all of his wolves to look for me since we saw a few of them, but they didn't notice that we were there. The rain was making it challenging to detect our odors.

Since that time, Ethan has been my inspiration. He decided to leave since he was one of the few "talented" members of our pack, in the words of the elders. There were a few "gifted" wolves in each pack. These wolves had special abilities, such as an enhanced ability to hunt, run, sniff, battle, heal, etc. His talent was the ability to persuade others, which just a select few pack members possessed.

He could convince others, but it took a lot out of him to do it. Since of this, he was generally weak because he had to use persuasive language to convince the other older wolves we had been living with, like Max, to allow us to continue remaining with them. This is why we had been staying with Max.

He was about to be sent to a school that was very far away from our pack, and one of our crazier wolf pack members had told him that there, they poke needles in you and watch you suffer as they do it. So he ran away with me. Doesn't it make perfect sense? Not at all, not at all.

Okay, so that pretty much sums up my life narrative. All of these occurrences have led to me being able to sit here in peace with my wolf for the first time in a very long time. When I finally became tired, I began gnawing on the inside of my lower lip, and I also started looking around to see where the heck we were.

I could only make out a pitch-black void wherever I looked. A very inventive mind.

My gaze darted to my wolf to see her collapse to the ground while wailing in...pain? I didn't understand what was going on and didn't know how to assist her, so I stood up to see what was happening.

After that, I collapsed to the ground, sobbing in agony, with tears flowing down my cheeks as the anguish, which had begun in my left arm, quickly traveled throughout my whole body. Even though it may seem strange, I had the impression that I was being yanked out of my body. My eyesight began to blur, and the blackness I saw started to become white. Odd? Yes. However, it was not the moment to be ecstatic about having seen the light since my body felt as if a multitude of snakes was attacking it.

Ugh! What the devil is this!

Then, in what seemed like a fraction of a second, the anguish vanished, and with it, the mournful howl of my wolf. I closed my eyes quickly as light entered them and made me feel lightheaded. It was like one of those movies in which the protagonist wakes up in a medical facility with those godawful glaring lights flashing in their face. That was how I perceived it.

Whoa. There were flashes of light moving about at the periphery of my eyesight. Similar to a collection of attractive torches.

I said, "Pretty lights," as I reached out for one of the lamps and remarked on the lack of silence. I giggled. Oh my goodness! I giggled. There was something wrong with me on a fundamental level.

As I gazed at them, perplexed, and attempted to reach for one of them, I saw two fingers snap. The lights buzz like bees, but their sound was more electric than bee-like. Cool.

I heard a loud, furious voice, although it seemed to be coming from a great distance. The fingers continued cracking. I saw movement from the fingers, and then a darker set of fingers filled my field of view. They broke apart in one instant, and immediately after that, I found myself free of all lightheadedness and tiredness, with the lights and my eyesight clearing to reveal a brick wall that was very, very high. Please do not believe that I could make that leap.