I couldn’t catch the mystery food supplier after three days of trying. I hadn’t died from poison as well, so the final conclusion was the most probable result, I was a sacrifice for the sleeping wolf. The sleeping wolf…

I thought about it, hoping and praying that what I was thinking wasn’t the actual truth. I was thrown into a closed off room with nobody else except a sleeping wolf and it took me three days to realize this.

“I’m stupid aren’t I?” I laughed bitterly.

I was a sacrifice of sorts but also the only person capable of waking the sleeping King of the Wolves, so it was obvious who the sleeping wolf was. I was kidnapped by the wolves and Aaron was their only key to me. I had never felt this feeling before, sadness and hurt combined. But also anger, anger towards Aaron. The only thing I remembered was drinking his ale and after that, I was in the tiny prison with all the wolves. And then, I was taken again by wolves.

Now I’m here, with the wolf king, with a mission to wake him up but the question was: would they let me go once I had awoken him?

I needed to make a deal with them, and I needed that mystery food supplier to show up. I was filled with hope, that maybe I could get out. I can give the wolves what they wanted and in return, freedom.

I watched for two more days, I hadn’t slept for two days and still the food was delivered to the room without any doors opening or anything in the room moving out of place. I was getting frustrated. The trays would be cleared first and then, the food would arrive, like magic.

I hated myself, they were using magic to get the food into the room. I wanted to scream. I turned to the sleeping wolf, walking to him, angrily.

“Hey!” I didn’t care about dying or living. I was stuck here,with no way out and I didn’t know if I was going to leave or when I was going to leave. The window was unbreakable. Furthermore,there was no ground on the other side of the window, no matter how far I looked outside, everything seemed to be so far from my reach. My only hope was dwindling away and I was losing my mind.

“Wolf King! Wake up!” it was the first time I touched him, his fur was so soft. I continued to hit him.

“I need to get out of here! I hate this place!” I hit the sleeping wolf but it wouldn’t budge. He continued to sleep, curled like a pastry.

“Wake up!” I screamed into his ear, but still nothing. I fell on him, exhaustion taking over my body. I hadn’t slept for two days. I was collapsing from stress and lack of sleep.

“I want to go home you idiot king. Let me go home.”

I cried myself to sleep and it must’ve been for a long time because when I woke up,there was more food than usual and a bath in the back of the room.

I got up, hungry and my arms hurt considering how long I had slept. I ate quietly, staring at the moon outside. How long had I slept?

I ate quickly and walked to the bath, without a care of how hot it was or who was watching, I went in. The hot water made everything much better. It cleaned off any of the muck I had accumulated in the last five days. It also made me very sad. I remembered fighting with Aaron as a child in the bath. He was always there, although his betrayal still stung, he was the only person there for me. That hadn’t changed.

Were we still friends?

If he apologized, I would forgive him and we could go back to how everything was and we wouldn’t talk about this ever again.

I cried even more.

A change of clothes was on the bed when I got out. The bath disappeared just as I got out. I changed into the fresh clean clothes and walked to the sleeping wolf king eating an apple.I sat in the middle, where his feet and nose met. His breath was soft and slow.

“Hi again” I said “Its me”

I bit into the apple.

“You don’t even know my name.”

Another bite.

“Well” I finished chewing “My name is Anemone.”