Bal was having such uncanny feelings in her body. She was not used to the cold water that was pouring nonstop on her. Her skin is being mercilessly scrubbed and she doesn't like any of it. She was not even familiar with the feeling of being touched. Feeling the urge to stop it, her brows furrowed when she sensed that she couldn't move her hands, even her feet.
"I told you that you're going to empty this bottle! You know that we can't buy supplies until the end of the month. Now I have to do it all over again!" Will complained as he poured the last drop of soap into his comrade's palm.
"I told you. We will find those things so you can make new ones. It's not even that hard."
When Bal heard these noises. She quickly understood that she was being attacked or held captive. Just like those maggots that she used to kill for her meal. Suddenly she opened her eyes and jumped as high as she could. When she noticed that she was being tied, Bal struggled so hard to free herself from the restriction. She managed to break free from the vine, but she accidentally cut her skin in the process. She could feel the pain in her leg where her blood is clearly starting to run down, but she cares less about it. Ready to escape, she furiously turned around. But Bal was terrified when she saw the man whose face is covered with a mustache that reaches his chest.
"Sh*t! Ahhh! It hurts!" yelled the man. Bal attacked him with all of the strength she gathered with her claw-like nail. She was still under the influence of the sedative but her wild blood is trying to fight its effect.
"You should have cut those disgusting nails first!"
"Crap! In my calculations, we still have plenty of minutes left yet! She should still be sleeping now!"
"Well, what happened then? Sh*t. It's painful!" exclaimed the man who was trying to wash away the blood that came from the scratch on his face.
"Come on! It's just a scratch! Hurry and chase her! Stop acting like a girl! Will. Go get another shot of sedative!"
"Why don't you just let her run away? She's not even that important. Is she relevant?" The leader massaged his temple and was trying to calm himself.
"Just do as I say, Will. The Alpha can decide when he comes back."
"Fine!" After a brief moment, the leader closed his eyes and tried to track Bal's smell. A smile crept on his lips because he can obviously smell the blood coming from her wound.
"Tano! Suba! Kleon! Listen up! The girl was running fast and was now meters away on the east side. Go and use your head! Track her smell, you idi*ts! This island is not that big. She'll be running circles and she won't even notice it!" With that being said, the three men ran to the east aiming to capture her.
But Balvina can clearly smell them even meters and meters away.
"Hisss!" She hissed and was trying to squeak as loud as she could so that the other mice would hear her. But Bal suddenly stumbled down and was squeaking in pain. She tried to look at her toes because of the pain that she couldn't tolerate. Bal lifted her foot with eyes wide open. She could see the piece of wood piercing in between the neck and cervical spine of her foot. With her shaking hand, Bal tried to pull it out, which caused her to sweat profusely. But to her disappointment, she wasn't able to pull it. The more she tries moving the wood away, the more painful it becomes.
"Yeah! The smell of blood is getting stronger! She must be near!"
"The air is getting stinkier too, haha!"
Bal was terrified hearing those voices that were getting near her. So without a choice, she started crawling with her two hands and a foot. She was trying so hard that her sweat and tears were mixing. While still moving away, Bal's senses became more and more active, sensing a presence that she couldn't explain but she's loving it.
"Alpha Kaylon is here! He's back with those pack members who tried to escape!"
Hearing the voice again, Bal was beyond determined to get away. Her blood was dripping while exerting too much force on her leg where she got wound earlier. But suddenly, her steps came to a full-speed halt when she noticed that there was something near that was trying to envelop her system. The smell and presence were trying to take over her sanity which caused her to be lost for a moment.
"Got you!" And before she could even notice it, she was being lifted effortlessly in the air. In an instant, she could feel the calmness in her relentless wandering soul. Bal closed her eyes firmly and enjoyed the blissful moment.
"Alpha Kaylon!" The four men grasped as they were staring at the huge man who stood six feet ten inches tall and was wearing full combat armor. They know that the armor was personally made and was able to resist silver weapons. The man's expensive cloaks were dancing in the cold air that added superiority to his presence.
"I wonder why you couldn't catch her. Is your thorough training not enough? And why is she bleeding?" Everyone was wondering about their Alpha's reaction. They didn't expect this scene. Their Alpha is not a fan of girls. Not even women. He bedded women before but still, he's absolutely picky ever since their Luna died when they were mercilessly attacked, which caused their pack to lose lots of their number—and family.
"We-we are trying to clean her, Sir. We tied both of her hands and feet. But she woke up earlier than Will anticipated. She broke free causing her to hurt herself," the leader explained. At this moment, they realized that their Alpha is up to something. And it's better to be safe than sorry.
"Where did you get her?" Kaylon carefully carried her in a bridal position that made his men almost puke a mouthful of blood. Because of their sudden skin contact, Bal regained her sanity, she opened her eyes and looked at the man in front of her. Her eyes flickered with light and oozed with administration. But when the man's amber eyes met hers, she knew that she was in a safe place.
"Mate . . ." Kaylon mumbled startled his men. While on the other hand, Bal's heart is filled with happiness that she tried to lift her hand but was taken over by her lightheadedness and succumbed to her tired yet happy consciousness.