Seven years later
Every day my son and I woke up in the same darkness that envelopes us. Never knowing what time and day it is. It is like living in hell, the only difference is that its cold here in the dungeon. Thankfully, my son and I managed to survive this long. I think he's six by now.
"How old are you now? Kirael." I affectionately ask. I named my son after my deceased brother.
"I turned six last week" he answered.
"Wow! You must have had a good memory to know how old you are and when is your birthday." I smiled even if he can't see me in the dark.
"Of course mother. You've taught me that there's 365 days in a year and I can somehow go outside if the Alpha needs me." Kirael confidently stated. "I'm sorry if I can't get you out of here mom". His voice is now filled with sadness.
"Don't worry about me, all you have to do is follow the Alpha. So you can at least be free from this cell." I kissed his forehead and pull him to an embrace.
Its been so long since I got trapped in here. Before, Jim would come everyday to consume my whole being until I got pregnant. At that time he believes that I was meant for him. Luckily, when I got pregnant he stopped visiting for some reason. I've ask the guards what happened to the Alpha and was informed that he found his Luna. After that, he only saw me when I had given birth to Kirael.
I've tried escaping multiple times before I even got pregnant. But all of my plans to escape was a failure. I only end up getting beaten, tortured and sometimes they would electrecute me. There were also times that they would inject wolfsbane in me despite the fact that I never had the chance to be blessed by the Moon Goddess with a wolf spirit.
After the past few years I grew tired and just accept the fact that this is my life. All I ever dream of right now, was for my son to go outside and be free. I just want all the good things for him. I dozed off while thinking a lot of things.
A few moments pass and there was an unexpected blast outside. We were awoken by a loud explosion. Though the walls are thick, we can still hear that the people outside were fighting. The warriors who guards the dungeon were even called to support the conflict outside.
Out of the blue, some people from the pack entered the dungeon. I can't identify who it is, until I heard his voice.
"How are you Cleo?" Jim unfriendly ask.
I felt shivers run down my spine. Disgust is what I feel, rather than fear. He gives off an intimidating vibe.
"Why have you come here?!" I yelled.
"Don't worry I won't touch you ever again, since I have my 'real' Luna now". He stated, elongating the word real.
I scoff at the word real. All this time he was the one who's chasing after me, though I put a clear line between us. I don't give a fuck on your real Luna.
"Weren't you the one who's so desparate to bed me?"
Jim growled and pulled the chains connected to my feet. After my face smacked into the cell bars, he strangled my neck.
"You're in no position to fight! Do you understand? You're just a bitch who's not blessed with a wolf spirit" Jim spat out on my face. "Now if you at least want your son to be free from this hell. He must prove his worth and fight outside."
My eyes widen in terror. While Jim menacingly laugh.
I grab his collar and yell, "Are the things you had done to me, wasn't enough?! Now you want to kill my son".
The pack warriors shove me aside, protecting their bitch of an Alpha.
"Well we can just kill you both, if that's what you want" he coolly said. He's acting as if Kirael was not his own flesh and blood.
"Curse you! Until the day I die. Even if I am but a mere ghost I will continue to live on and curse you 'til you rot in hell. You and your pack who uttered nothing about the incident seven years ago."
"Choose. Either way you both die. We're at war and in order for your son to be accepted in the pack. He must prove his worth".
I sense Kirael walk to come near me and tug the hem of my sleeve.
"Mother."
"What is it?" I ask facing him and cupped his face.
"You want me to go outside right?" Kirael carefully ask.
"Yes...but not this way son" I almost break into a sob as I embrace my Kirael.
My son spoke through our link.
"Don't worry Mother I have a plan, once they got destracted, I will quickly go back here and save you. We will escape mom. You will be free too." He reassured me. "We both know that he'll dispose us if we don't obey." Kirael added.
"No Kirael, you don't have to this. I can just beg him to let you live."
"Either way, he will still insist that I join the war even after you die. Its better this way Mother. We part alive and we have an option to escape."
Before we could even come into conclusion. Jim kick the cell door open and grab my son, pulling him off to my embrace. I plead not to take him away. As they walk out of the dungeon. A lot of things came to my mind. Questions such as what if and how. If only my bond to my wolf spirit is strong enough. If only I was strong enough to fight. I first met my wolf when I was about to give birth. I prayed over and over again to the Moon Goddess to bless me with a wolf spirit, so I can protect my son. It was an unexpected occurrence. I was blessed with a wolf spirit without performing the moon ritual. At first, I can talk to my wolf. Days goes by and I got weaker and weaker, my wolf waned. We lost contact, two years ago. The last time she manifested was the time when Kirael was about to get whipped by the prison guard. Nowadays I can only use the ability to link my son, however it is limited. Since I am weak.
Every now and then, Kirael lets me know what was happening outside. He said that the Alpha King came without reason to invade the pack. It is an unspoken fact that the Alpha King occasionally seeks chaos to quench his thirst from blood. The stronger the wolf within, the more it seeks power and authority. Its also due to the fact that he killed his own father and brothers to take the throne at a young age of 13. He has been reigning for almost two decades now. Some people also say that he was not given a pair, since he killed so much people.
For hours I could hear the commotion outside and ask my son what he was doing but he didn't answered. Suddenly, I felt my son's anxiety rapidly build up as each seconds pass. I panic in fear, knowing that he is in danger. I try to call someone, shouting and pounding my chains on the cell bar. But I was not heard, no one came into my despair.