my hair and the barrel of the gun is pressed against the side of my head. The ten
how dumb can you be!" one of th
lling myself not to
to,' my wolf snarls for the first time. She neve
ignore the chill feeling of th
to get away," the m
h like hyenas as they ea
ing from, sweethear
er, and this only amus
ss Omega after all," a man from the c
man, I struggle in
rowls with an aura of p
rewing my eyes shut, I pray that this is only a dream. In a few minutes, I'll wake up
lse you'll find a bullet in that pretty little head of yours
but it wouldn't just be silver knives and whips. Their torture chambers were much, much worse. Their favorite pastime was bathing prisoners in silver and I was now a prisoner. Doing whatever they said was a sm
e side, "Now, you're gonna follow me and
eath as he slowly takes away the gu
ind you and I'll catch you. I'll make sure that this is t
to show him my submission. The smirk that graces his face makes bile rise i
the Alpha. He is gonna have a lot of fun with you,
ce slightly as his finge
heart. No flinc
o my original height and look him st
id of you," I
s onto his face. "Now, Honey, you a
f to calm down. I can feel the stinging pinch i
me," I say again,
u don't lie to the Westwood. Those who do die a painf
ed between my teeth, stopp
he growls, yank
p to the border line, led by a wolf I have never seen before. Their growls are immediately stilled as they take in the guards. The unfamiliar wolf s
Omega back,
o take," the man in
for her!" the
nds to his full height and
e. She wandered onto our land, s
id for her!" the A
pack. Taking her starts a war. Are you
rest, making my legs shake and my he
ty!" the Alpha growls, before shift
othing and turn to fo
. He drags me after him harshly, making me stumble over my
hat my old captives had done to me bared no comparison to the things that the ruthless Westwood Alpha would do.
have been seen. Yanking me into the building after quickly inputting the password, he shuts the door behind us. An eerie chill runs up my spine as I take in the prison. The walls are lined with unconscious prisoners chained to the walls. The bars are clearly made of silver a
n," he says, turning on his
nd the cell, I take in the mold growing in the corner and the droopy ceiling. Leaning my head