He glares at me, with that sardonic asshole expression, scans a swipe card against a panel on the wall to our right and pushes me inside aggressively when the door slides open. It’s a little sci-fi tech, and I refuse to react in any other way than hostile bitch. I almost trip over my own feet and end up slapping my hand on the wall to steady myself, before turning my head with a half turn to snarl at him, wishing I could turn, because that boy’s throat would be in much need of repair given half the chance.
I have so much aggression peeking inside of me that I almost can’t contain the sudden hatred of him. I can almost taste his blood, and feel his pulse beating out of his jugular, as I focus on what I could do given half the chance. I spin back to him fully, my robe flapping around so he probably gets an eyeful of naked ass as I did so, and throw the angriest, hostile, vicious sneer I can, right at his smug face.
“I’m so glad I got to shoot you at least one time. God, it made me hard to see you go down like a sack of shit.” He smirks as the door slides shut, and the urge to punch him in the throat overwhelms me to the point I angry jump at the door as it slides between us and end up palm slapping it at his face level, panting heavily as fire consumes me.
“You clearly were too slow to catch me then, if you needed a gun, you moron. Probably the only time you’ve ever been tougher than a girl or got a hardon over one!” I stick my middle finger up at him and return the smirk he’s dishing me as he turns on his heel to go, face grim with a darkening mood. I can tell I pissed him off on every level but he’s trying to act like I didn’t.
“Enjoy your cell…Carmen!” He snorts, using the name I gave him, and I throw sass right back.
“You know, you should remember that name…. you and her would be perfect for each other if you were ever allowed to leave. A mountain wolf with no standards and loose panties… right up your street. Might get laid for the first time in your life. She’s a prize bitch, to match your prize assholeness!!” I yell it after him, temper unleashed a little, and furious for the sake of being furious. Annoyed I find myself banged up in this hellhole and under the care of a sanctimonious Santo like him.
Colton would rip his head off if he was here. God, if I could link him right now, I so would. Just to see him roll on up and tear Deacon a new asshole. He would beat seven shades of shit out of him, without even needing to turn wolf. That’s the difference between an asshole looking to be Alpha and one who is naturally born that way. Colton never needed to push me around to exert his dominance, you could feel it whenever you were around him. He was gentler than most wolves once you got close to him, but you knew that he could turn savage and destroy anything in his wake if he needed to. Like vampires in a courtyard.
Deacon blanks me completely, waves a dismissive hand at me like he has the last word and leaves. Stalking back the way we came, like an arrogant shit head who needs to go choke.
I honestly cannot stand that guy and if I could turn, god, he would be first on my hitlist for being air punched across the room. I have enough rage bubbling through my veins to ignite it, but unfortunately, no actual ability in this weird futuristic building. All I need is an ounce of use to link Colton, tell him where his mom is, and bust everyone’s ass in here. I have enough rage that I think I could, maybe. I just wish I’d been bright enough to find and use that gift when they chased me through the damn forest. I only have myself to blame for not being able to harness my own fate given gift.
As soon as I watch him storm off into the elevator and completely disappear, I turn my attention back to the room across the floor from me and focus on that lifeless sleeping body. She’s twenty feet away at the least, maybe more, but these glass walls, although thick, don’t keep the sound out. The low beep, beep, and swoosh, of her life support is humming and repeating subtly in the air around us now that asshole has gone, and the place is almost silent once more. I lean forward until my palms touch the glass, only this time softly, and press my forehead to it so I can steady my still pretty weak self and stare at the side profile of the figure laid out over there. Instantly enveloped in a feeling of hopelessness as I watch her lifeless form.
She’s been down here like this for god knows how many years, and I can’t believe Juan would do this to his own mate. It’s like he just put her aside, and forgot about her, and the only reason she’s even alive is because their link would kill him if he let her die. So, this is what he does. Breaking the bonds and rules of being mated. He’s not protecting her or caring for her in sickness and health. He isn’t allowing the pack to nurture their Luna the way they’re meant to. He’s ashamed and hiding her in a place no one knows about. There’s no dignity in what they’ve done to her, and the doctor slipped out and made it clear there’s nothing wrong with her mind. Juan obviously has other reasons for keeping her down here if madness is not it, and I will her to give me some sort of sign that she knows I’m here.
“Hey…… Luna Sierra, can you hear me?!” I yell as loud as I can, hurting my throat in the process with scratchy rawness, but it doesn’t elicit any response, not even a change in heart rate on one of her many machines. I watch carefully, listen to the sounds, but there’s nothing. “Can you hear me?” I try again, not as loud, but my throat aches with the effort and I cough drily, giving up on that method quickly.
I sigh, sliding down the glass and watch her desperately, trying to figure out how someone in a building that blocks gifts, in an induced coma, could somehow reach out to me and guide me to her with the weird dreams and urges to come east. It doesn’t make sense now that I see her and know she can’t call to me. In fact, she doesn’t seem like she can do very much of anything at all, except maybe breath on her own as she doesn’t have any kind of ventilator over there. She didn’t urge me here, there’s simply no way in hell it could have been her. She’s all but a vegetable down here.
The only answer I can think of is maybe the fates did this instead, and it wasn’t her at all, but I guess I’m not about to find out. If I thought she had answers, then it’s pretty clear she won’t be giving me them and this is a dead end. The fates delivered me back to Juan for absolutely nothing. And when he gets here, knowing I found this place and saw her like this, he isn’t going to let me get back anywhere near Colton ever again.
I hate being stuck in human form and completely powerless to even get out of this dumb glass. Everything in here is bolted down, probably because they don’t want prisoners throwing things at the window, and I am not about to kill myself by hurtling my own body through it to see if it breaks. Without being able to turn, I would probably bleed to death, being that unlucky girl who brought down a shard over my neck or something, and still be stuck down here. A shriveled empty corpse to stink the place up.
That jerk didn’t even let me eat like he said and my stomach growls angrily at the lack of having food since god knows when. I don’t even know what time it is, morning or night, or how long I was sedated in that room considering there are no windows underground. I last ate in the day before sleeping in that damn tree, where all my possessions are, and I’m starving. It’s no wonder I feel weak and shaky. I’m running on empty.
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