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Chapter 3 - Chapter 3

If out of nowhere the bird stoped singing. There was a horrible smell of rotting flesh near by. By the time I realize what was happening it was too late. I heard a loud crunch. I turned around and there was a rouge . Slowly one after the other more showed up, soon I was surrounded. Before I could run a cloth was placed over my face. Before I passed out I heard the rouges were laughing and looking with I'll will towards me. I don't know how long I've been here or where here is. All I know is I'm chained to the wall with no chance to escape. As I slowly regained consciousness I noticed I was in a holding small holding cell. It was cold and dark. The light that was in here was the flickering light of a flame nearby. There weren't any windows, or a bed in sight. The door was made of pure medal. I pulled on the chain praying to the moon goddess that they would break, but nothing happened. I was so focused on trying to get free that I never noticed that someone came in and was watching me.

" It won't work,"sneered the man.

I snapped my head to the door where a tall, muscular man stood. His face had a permanent scowl on his his, the was also a scar that went an inch above his left eye to his left jaw. I didn't know what to say. I tried to speed, but I couldn't no matter how hard I tried.

"Those chains are made of wolves blain,and as you know there's no use in trying to get out. I'm surprised it took you a week to wake up," snickered the man with a hint of joy in in cold emotion less eyes. "We're going to keep you until either you're pack ties to rescue you, or you'll die down here alone being beat for the rest of you life." After he said that he left the room. I felt dread some though my my body, I was doomed . My pack hated me, there was no chance in hell the would save me. Months past and they tortured me day and night the only ever feed me moldy bread once a week and it was barley an fourth on an inch thick all the way around. Days turned in to weeks, and weeks into months. Soon I lost count of what day it was, little did I realize my birthday was tomorrow.