Pack Bellator – two weeks later.
She was back where it all started.
Back at the beginning.
And god did she hurt.
Everywhere.
Her head. Her body. Her heart.
She missed him.
She let the memory of his face fill her mind before she was dragged under the thick heavy blanket of darkness once more.
.
.
A few hours later.
She was getting stronger.
She was waking up faster and faster.
Each time it was easier to think. To remember.
The drug induced haze that clouded her brain and made it sluggish and disoriented would clear a little more and a little quicker every time.
How long had she been here?
How long had he been searching?
Was he searching?
Did he care?
Or did she break him?
Break the one she was meant to protect?
The memory of his scent filled her as she was dragged down yet again.
.
.
A few more hours.
God she hated the drugs.
Hated the needles in her arms.
Hated the feel of the poison circulating through her body.
Hated the scorching agonizing fire that it left in its wake.
How it left her burning, flayed, singed and charred under the licks of its white hot razor-sharp talons that assaulted her without pause.
She hated how it sapped her strength.
Muzzling her wolf.
Dissipating her energy.
Leaving her weak.
Pathetic.
Cut off.
Alone.
The sound of his voice filled her ears as she felt herself succumb to the deep black abyss.
.
.
A couple of hours later.
She didn't feel like puking up her guts this time.
She thought she might even be able to open her eyes.
Her body was weak.
Wait her body!
She could actually feel it.
Could feel the cold, bone chilling air against her naked and exposed flesh.
Could feel the freezing hard metal under her back and head.
She could feel the restraints biting sharply, deeply into her wrists and ankles.
Could scent the wolfsbane.
The blood.
Her blood.
Urine and feces.
Rust and dirt.
God she hated this place.
Oh and silver.
Never forget the silver.
That made her smirk.
At least she thought she smirked.
It was difficult to tell.
The echo of the feel of his lips brushing against hers lulled her gently into the dark rhythmic currents.
.
.
The day followed like this.
And then the next.
And the next.
And then it happened.
.
.
She woke up and she didn't stop.
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Revenge of the Luna Queen
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