CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER THREE

Chloe's POV

If only I had known there is no preparing for what I’m going into…

Blood, fire, smoke, and cries of both the young and the old. Different parts of flesh lie lazily on the ground. Even from a distance, we could hear the screams and howls. As we got closer, it became apparent that the white fur wolves were retreating. I ran through my human form, concentrating on where I was going rather than what was going up ahead.

When I burst through our packhouse, the blood and death flooded into my nose.

I froze in my spot when I took in the gory scene before me. Bodies littered the and blood stained the tiled floor. Young and old alike lay tore open and flung around, some even in clusters. I ran my hand through my hair, while my stomach churn at the horrid sight. Where are my parents?

I ran upstairs to my parents' chambers in the moon-like packhouse only to see my father lying on the ground in a pool of blood.

“No. no. no. no… dad know” I scream at the top of my voice violently shaking my father but he wouldn’t budge. “please daddy, no” I beg but my cries and pleas fall on deaf ears.

“Ch..loe” I hear a voice call from behind me and I rush towards the place the voice had come from.

“Mother.. mother” I call hugging my mother when I find her living at the bedside.

“It hurts,” she says gently and I quickly let go of her.

“Sorry mom”

“Listen to me and listen well, '' she struggles to say. “they are coming back” she coughs out again before spitting out blood. That is when my eyes widen and I see how her stomach has been divided, up to the point where her intestines are showing

“Mother” I screamed before breaking into a full-blown cry. She winces in pain

“You are going to be alright mom… I’ll bring you to safety, to the senile so that he can treat you” I rasp out amidst sobs.

“There won't be a need for that” she coughs out dryly.

“Mother, please…”

“Listen to me Chloe… they will be back for you”

“who?..”

“The villain pack. They will be back. Run and survive. Don’t ever let them get a hold of you. His intentions are bad…he seeks to….” A couple of seconds pass and there is no word from my mother, it is then I noticed her body turning cold. I place my ear on her chest but there is no sound coming from her heart. She was suddenly cold and stiff.

“Mom,” I call, shaking her vigorously. “mom?” I shout louder this time but still yet nothing.

“Mooooom” I shout, vigorously shaking her but there isn't as much as a whimper from her, just a burning sensation on my wrist anytime I shake her.

"Mom please, I need…" I'm cut short when my burning sensation turns into an icy one.

My eyes immediately flare open.

“Rise and shine, you silly brat!” A loud, obnoxious voice screams.

Suddenly ice cold water is poured all over me, its temperature making some parts of my body go numb and my injuries begin to sting. With a pain-filled groan, I pull myself into an uncomfortable sitting position, as even my sitting form is a little bit too big for the cage to hold.

So that was all a dream. Another pathetic dreamlike reality filled with blood, cuts, and even corpses.

“Aww, look at our little dog, Diana,” Micah says, taunting me.

“No, no, no,” Diana says in a mocking voice. “Now, why is our pet so wet, wet, wet? Did you play in the rain again? Did we not tell you not to do that?” she shakes her head and strokes her chin as she does so.

I had thought Diana and Micah were delusional, the day they accused me of stealing the royal seal but now, I'm sure of it.

“Do you know what we do to pups that do not obey their masters?” Micah taunts slowly.

What? Do not tell me that they are going to punish me for getting drenched due to their own actions? The two buckets with melting ice around the rims were enough proof for them, I thought in my mind. I try to speak but words will not come out of my mouth. It's been days without food or water for fucks sake.

“We teach them a lesson so that they would never forget their place in the future,” Diana says with an evil laugh. “If they make it to the future, that is.”

“But you guys were the ones who had drenched me. You know that!” I scream at them, finally finding my voice. “I did not do anything, why would you want to hit me for something I did not do, huh?” I scream out loud. My cries slowly change to a full-blown cry, which makes my face, chest, and stomach hurt but I can't help it, somehow hoping that they will at least reduce the punishment when they notice that it is not my fault.

They would not leave me unpunished no matter what, but there was a possibility of a punishment reduction. And now, they would say I talked back to them too, I know I'm in for a beating now.

“Oh really? Is that what happened?” Diana asks in a whisper, her eyes going wide in what a normal person would think is the realization of her mistake, but no. Diana is just a top-tier drama queen.

She turns to her partner in brutality “Micah, is that really what happened? We were the ones that drenched her?” She asks her partner who begins to nod in a pretentious remorseful way.

“She is right, we were wrong. But do you know who cares about that?” Micah asks Diana and me, his face bearing one that belonged to a lunatic.

“Nobody important! Not me or Diana! Not even the freaking Alpha who was once your mate. So, in that case...” Micah smiles before bringing out his whip, seemingly out of nowhere.

Goddess, how much longer do I have to go through this? Where is the goddess who the tale claims to be closer to the White wolf? Where are my parents?

“We are taking you to see the Alpha,” Micah says and snickers, producing a rope.

“W-what are you talking about? I do not understand what is going on.” I stutter in fear because I know that for whatever brutality residing in the vein of this duo, Marcus is in possession of seven folds and he is also graciously known for his wicked ways. I've seen him go brutal. I don't want to experience what he did to me yesterday ever again. Who knows what he might cook this time?

goddess, no! I will rather have Diana, Damon, Rogers, Micah, and the rest torture me all day until I pass out instead. Anything. But please, anyone but Marcus!

Micah lingers at the door of the cage I'm held captive in.

“A nice warning for you. Do not try anything stupid just because you think that it would be amusing. Your tricks are not funny. If you do, you would get chased and hunted down again. Don’t say that I didn’t warn you, brat.” Micah spat at me.

“Stay put, we will bind your hands now.” Diana frown, as though touching me will give her the plague

With a sigh, I don't move as they open the cage.

I begin to wonder if either of them ever have pack duties to attend to, because he spent most of his time with me, watching me squirm and bleed and take their beatings. Apparently, he said that it was quality entertainment and it is what he loves to indulge in.

Sadist.