Opening my eyes, it was sunny now, and I was clearly just tossed onto the floor somewhere. My hands were tied behind my back. I was warm and pretty comfortable despite all that. Trying to sit up was hard, but I managed. Looking around, I was in a log cabin. A fireplace on the far wall was roaring with a freshly stocked fire. Trying to stand up was out of the question. Closing my eyes again, I remembered what this monster had done to Gaal, and I screamed into the silence. Both in anger and grief at losing my closest friend. Once I freed my hands, that wolf would pay for his actions, even if it spelled my death.
I couldn’t help but wonder how many of my people were killed. I felt so empty of any other emotion but rage and grief. This time, I stopped screaming when I lost my voice. My throat felt horrible then, but it wasn’t enough. This was all my fault. There had to be something more I could have done to stop this. I should have made everyone leave and just dealt with this all on my own. That way, no one had to die.
Wiggling around on the floor, I managed to get my hands free. But I didn’t run out of the cabin like I should have. I sat on the floor, in a far more comfortable position but over by the fireplace, and waited for him to return. I wanted to make him pay.
When he returned, he had more firewood. He looked puzzled by seeing that I was free from the rope that I placed on the table in clear sight. He was probably wondering why I didn’t run when I had the chance.
“How…many of… my people…live.” I said, my throat so sore and uncomfortable from all the screaming I had done.
“The number hardly matters.”
“To you… it hardly… matters to you.” I hissed, anger filling me.
“Fifty or sixty people, who knows? Those who refused to surrender died. Plain and simple.” He said, putting the firewood into a rack and narrowing his eyes at me.
“Why didn’t you leave? You’re clearly free.” He asked.
I ignored that statement and stared into the fire. Waiting for him to get closer, so that I could hurt him.
Not having to wait long, he came over and grabbed me by the arm. With my other free arm, I swung my hand at him, with the intent on damaging him with my nails. The smell of blood and his immediate growls told me I did what I intended to. His anger followed. He grabbed me by the throat and smashed me against anything he seemed to find. When he was finally done with me, there wasn’t a spot that didn’t make me want to cry out in pain.
He started to walk away with his hand over his eye and cheek.
“Kill me, you bastard!” I screamed from where he left me on the ground.
He whipped around, dropping his hand, and I was able to see where I got him with my nails, somehow missing his eye.
“You’re my war prize. You belong to me.”
Those words seemed to steal my breath away as he left. Once I was sure he was out of range, I allowed tears to wash over my cheeks. Crying because of the pain of the day before, both emotional and physical. I didn’t dare try to move now, laying here was my best and safest option for the moment until I could clearly find out how badly he damaged me now.
Starting by moving my fingers and going to my toes, I waited for bursts of pain. The worst of my pain was coming from my foot and ankle. I was positive it was broken, but I couldn’t have that. Sitting up and looking at my foot, I touched it and hissed when I found the broken spot across the top of my foot.
“This is wonderful.” I hissed.
I cried out in pain when I managed to stand up. It had been a few days since I had last fed, so this was going to take some time to heal. I used the closest piece of furniture to prop myself up so that I didn’t have to put unwanted pressure on my foot. I needed to get somewhere I could sit down and allow this to heal. This was not the place.
Biting my tongue, I put pressure on my broken foot and limped to the door. It was incredibly painful, but it was what I needed to do. I couldn’t have my revenge this way. I was in no shape for that.
Grabbing the handle, It opened in my hand before I made a move to open it and the Alpha stood there in all his angry glory. His face was cleaned, and each scratch seemed to have been looked after. I got him good, too.
“Just where to fuck do you think you’re going?” He growled and shoved me backwards, causing me to fall on that foot. My voice, which had been broken and unheard, came back full force as I screamed from the weight of my body hitting my foot.
My vision swam from the pain. Tears streamed down my cheeks and I didn’t have the energy to move my body from off my foot. He yanked me off the ground with another growl.
“Stop that fucking screaming!” He yelled, his voice booming inside the cabin.
He set me down, standing up, and I yanked that foot off the floor. I was already in enough pain from landing on it that even the thought of more pain added made me want to puke. I looked at him, trying to muster the best look of pleading, and spoke.
“If you intend to kill me, I’d like it sooner than later.”
He ignored me, getting comfortable in the chair by the fireplace, warming up. In pain, I yelled this time.
“Did you hear me? I said kill me now!”
“Shut your mouth before I do it for you, your highness.” The wolf snarled.
“Do it! Kill me.”
“I don’t listen to you. You belong to me now, and you best get cozy with that idea. Sit down and shut the hell up.” He snapped at me.
“No. I refuse!” I yelled from the spot where I was still standing, my foot raised. He stood up, wiped his hands on his pants and made his way towards me. I froze, wondering if he was going to throw me around some more. He walked to the door and yanked me behind him and forced me to walk on the broken foot. He pulled me with him outside into the cold, the grass now dusted in a half foot of snow.
Freezing and gagging in pain, he didn’t slow down or give me a chance to rest. He pulled me through the snow to another cabin and tossed me inside onto the floor once he opened the door. The wolf inside was wiping his hands clean when he looked down at me.
“Alpha, what can I do for you?”
“His highness needs his foot looked at. I think it’s broken.”
“It is broken.” I said, and he glared down at me.
“No one asked you to speak.” He snarled.
“No one had to. I’ll speak if I want to.” I hissed, curling up my lip and showing my fangs for the first time. His foot shot out, and he kicked me in the back. The other wolf frowned, witnessing the exchange.
“If I fix his foot, you must allow him time to rest. And for the love of the goddess, stop causing more injuries.”
“You ask me to treat this vampire with kindness? After everything they’ve done, and you want me to give their king kindness? I don’t think so.” The Alpha said, making sure he hammered home that he wasn’t a fan of mine.
“I’m going to help you up so that I can look at your foot.”
“If you give me something, I can stabilize my own—-”
“Do as he bloody well asked you. Now.” The Alpha snapped.
Biting my tongue, I allowed the man to help me up. He helped me to a chair and then set to look at my foot. The Alpha didn’t move from where he was. He remained there, pinning me to the spot with his cold green eyes.
“What is your name?” The man asked while he worked to stabilize my foot.
I looked at the Alpha, who frowned but never said a word.
“Elias.”
“Elias, huh? Strange, but it fits you.”
“What is your name then—-”
“Stop asking questions now.” The Alpha snapped and even the male at my foot jumped slightly.
“There is no harm in him knowing my name, Alpha.”
“How do you know that? Did you want to look at what they did to our dead—--”
“How dare you! You hung our dead first. Don’t you dare pin this on us? We are not the ones to blame!” I screamed in anger, completely beside myself with the fact that he dared to blame us.
“You monsters deserve it.”
“Monsters, the only monster I see is you! We lived nearly problem free before you came along. Now, you have murdered my people in cold blood and act like you are the victim.”
“We only murder the monsters who murder others.”
“My people didn’t murder anyone!”
“Your people enslaved my people and beat and bruised them until they were left for dead.”
“My people did not! We would never, for god’s sake we don’t even feed on humans and we haven’t for the better part of a hundred years.”
“Liar. You are a fucking liar.”
“If I am a liar, then prove it!” I screamed, so angry that I swung my poor foot and hit the other male’s hand, causing great pain in my foot again.
The Alpha removed his top and turned around. On his back were scars. Old scars faded from time, but my father’s name was clearly visible on his skin. My mouth went dry and my stomach turned. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t.
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