The Wolf King's Luna

CHAPTER 25

CATHERINE

"...hurry up…"

"...grab the cages…"

"...they are at the entrance…"

"...run…"

On and on it went.

At first everywhere was deathly quiet. No one was talking, and I wasn't even hearing the whimpering sounds as usual.

It almost felt like I was alone.

And all of a sudden, a shout erupted.

Followed by hurried feet, and crashing sounds.

And now, I can hear snarls. The sounds of ripping flesh and painful cries.

There is a new player and I don't know if that will end well for me.

Suddenly, the door bursts open and I hear footsteps rush up to me. They pull the chains off and begin dragging me away.

"What is going on?" my wolf asks.

"How would I know? There is a bag over my head and I can't see anything. You on the other hand are supposed to be a super powerful wolf. Why can't you figure it out?"

"Powerful. Not omniscient. "

"We need to hurry! " The man holding me says to someone else, I can hear more than one breathing. "The boss would just hate it if she gets lost."

I am guessing that I am the she. And the boss is the one who has the creepy dead voice.

What is it with these people anyway? Are they going to kill me it not?

"What is wrong with you? Get up!" the man shouts at me.

I am hurried across an uneven floor, with a bag over my head and bleeding ankles.

It is only logical that I stumble.

They don't need to know it was intentional. Anything that would buy whoever it is that is attacking them more time.

"Her legs are bruised, you will have to pick her up," the other voice says.

The man grumbles as he lifts me roughly by my arm before throwing me over his shoulder.

"Come on. We can't waste any more time."

We then continue in that same hurried pace, with me praying for this nightmare to end.

We seem to be making a good escape until a loud, violent, and rage-filled snarl echoes around us.

The two men come to a fast halt.

There are no sounds for a few seconds and then there is a lot.

I feel them both turn around and continue running towards another exit, trying to escape the nerve- racking, demonic growl that keeps closing in on us.

Who is that?

Eventually, I become too much of a burden for the man to carry and he throws me down unceremoniously to the floor.

It was not a pretty fall. Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

You see, I was hanging over his shoulder with my head pointing at the floor and this bastard just shoved me to the side with such force, I can still hear my head ringing.

Both my head, my neck, and my back made contact with the floor at the same time.

The pain… is excruciating.

That is all I feel.

Like I have been broken.

The pain burns and I begin to feel lightheaded.

Yet, even in the pain, I can hear someone calling my name, over and over again.

"Catherine! Catherine, please hold on. Please stay with me."

It sounds like Damon, I think.

It is the last thought I have before I pass out.

Waking up is a surreal affair.

It is slow and gradual.

The first thing I feel is the sift sheet beneath me.

Familiar sheets.

Damon's sheets.

I slowly open my eyes and I see that I am back in the Blackwater pack.

Specifically Damon's bedroom.

I try to stand up from the bed only to groan out in pain and fall back down.

The movement startles the person sitting next to me.

It is Damon.

His head snapped up from the sleeping position he was in, his eyes roving around the room before finally settling on me.

"Catherine," he exclaims as he stands up to get closer to me. "You are awake."

"Da-" my voice cuts off. Days and days of no use have made my throat itchy and sore.

What was in that gag?

"Just hold on, I will go get the healer," he says before running out of the room.

That… is not what I expected.

I expected anger. Betrayal. Hurt.

Rejection.

Not concern, worry, and affection.

Because that is affection I see in his eyes.

How can he still care about me after I had abandoned him?

If I hadn't been kidnapped, I would have been very far away from him. With no hope of them ever finding me.

Wow. I am just beginning to hear how selfish that sounds.

Especially when I realized that they had stormed that place just to rescue me.

He came to save me.

The knowledge is still so strange.

Damon and the healer walk in, Haley, I think, as well as several other people.

Diana, Faye, Melissa, even Ryder. All of them wearing looks of concern and worry.

I am a bad, bad person.

"Apart from the silver poisoning, she is whole," the healer says. "I will prepare a solution for that so you can speed up the healing. How is your wolf?" she asks.

"Still kicking," I croak out

"That's good. I recommend, honey for your throat, it will help with the soreness."

"Thank you, Haley," Damon says as he escorts her out and then I am left in the room with four pairs of puppy eyes all staring soulfully at me.

SHADOW MAN.

How disappointing.

Why can't they all just behave the same?

Lazy and arrogant in their prowess.

Instead, Damon, what's his name, has security even tighter than normal.

I fume as I watch the rows and rows of patrol go by the borders, leaving no gap for infiltration.

The dog had killed my people and taken my prisoners.

For her.

Someone else's mate.

He had come into my place, my sanctuary, and left a massacre.

He will pay for this.

I will make him regret the day he met her, even if it is the last thing I do.

I swear it.