Chapter 30

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Dedicated to Scary because it is her big birthday today!!! Everyone wish her a Happy Birthday :p. 

Dylan’s P.O.V.

Slowly my senses start to return, it feels like I have a major hangover from an amazing night on the town, and my limbs are slow to do anything I tell them to. Peering out from under heavy eyelids I try to asses my surroundings only to close them again just as quick, the light streaming at me is blinding and my eyes are in a delicate state as it is, I’m back in human form and the floor beneath my body is cold and uncomfortable. I turn to my sense of smell instead, as my Dad used to say ‘Use what nature gave you and you will succeed.’ Cheesy old man. The location is unknown and there are wolf scents that I don’t recognise, but considering the fact that we were abducted that’s a given. I can smell Drake, he’s close, then there is Trey, Dom and Eric, their breathing is slow and steady indicating that they are still in a deep sleep. The twins aren’t here and I hope they managed to get away. There is another scent missing, one I know for a fact should be here since I watched helplessly as she was thrown into the back of a van.

I push myself to my feet, my legs fighting me the whole time and turn my back to the sunlight which finally allows me to see where we have been brought.

It’s an old church, that much is obvious by the tall roof, alter and the cracked stained windows with biblical scenes, it’s a big dusty place with thick cobwebs that have been long deserted and bibles torn to pieces to make nests for whatever else is living here. The pews down the right hand side are still intact but the pews on the left have all been removed, that’s where we are, instead of pews there is a high, thick chain link fence surrounding us and caging us in, it reminds me of a cage fighting ring and by the blood stains on the floor it’s obvious that we aren’t the first to be brought here. In one corner of the cage there is a dog bowl filled with water, yeah very funny, and a pile of material, on further inspection I find that it’s a pile of trousers, a pair for each of us, and I pull on a pair it’s a lot better then standing in a draughty church butt naked I can tell you. My panic is quickly rising and I slam my fist into the chain link fence the sound echoing throughout the church, she isn’t here. A door next to the alter opens and a man in a smart suit enters.

He is relatively young, probably early thirties, and has his hair shaved extremely short, his dark brown eyes are intelligent and his posture is sharp, if I had to guess I would say he came from a wealthy background.

“Ah you are awake. Excellent.” Definitely a high class background, the way he talks resembles that of a stereotypical English person from bad movies.

“Where is she?” I snarl.

“Where is whom?” The smirk on his lips tells me he knows who I am talking about.

“Tell me where she is!” My voice booms through the church, the guy is unfazed, he is totally relaxed and confident as he slowly makes his way towards the cage.

“I do not think that you are really in the position to make demands, do you?” He questions, it’s rhetorical so I ignore him. “But if it puts your mind at rest she is safe, I am keeping her with the other one. They get to stay in the room where my men sleep, so they are well protected do not worry. That reminds me I have yet to drop of her clothing, I shall be back to talk to you later.”  That smirk never leaves his face as he turns to leave and as he expected my temper flares and I shift into my wolf throwing myself at the fence, over and over again, looking for a weak spot always growling and always with my teeth bared. “Tut tut, you have torn your trousers. I will get you another pair but that will be your last. I hope you take better care of your mate than you do your clothing, oops I guess you do not since I have her in my care.” He turns and walks away going back through the door he came from without sparing a second glance back at me. All I can do is growl at this retreating figure until the door is slammed behind him.

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