Lucia's POV
I am in this tiny room caged like an animal, courtesy of his majesty the Lycan Prince. Prince, my foot! I can kill the son of a b*tch with my bare hands for killing my mother. I hate him and his father with passion. I swear I will revenge the grisly deaths of my parents one day. That's if I get out of this alive.
The ravages slaughtered my whole pack, including women and children. That they were revenging the death of a drunken and mentally deranged man who had grievously assaulted my mum while she was treating him at her clinic. In fact, his demise had been accidental due to a push occasioned by her in self-defense. My Dad only arrived at the scene after the bastard had already succumbed to the injury and took the liberty of informing his parents. It was therefore unconscionable that they would pin the death on us as an excuse to wipe out the whole pack.
Well, I, Lucia, only daughter of the late Alpha Bale, and only surviving member of the Grey Mountain Pack, is now held captive in a dungeon next to the Lycan King's palace. I have been here since last night and no one has even attempted to visit me, let alone providing me with a cup of water. My throat is dry and thirsty while the rumbles in my stomach remind me of the rice and chicken stew we would have had for supper had the savages not ambushed. Perhaps they think they can break me by holding me in isolation and denial of the basic needs. One big mistake! I wish they knew that I was the most enduring, skilled and toughest in my pack. Despite being wolfless, I can snap heads faster than any known wolf.
I cannot wait to celebrate my eighteenth birthday for two reasons. Foremost, I have been told that that is when I will meet my wolf, or rather I would be able to shift into one. I am always fearful of the kind of traits that it would infuse in me. Secondly, it would accord me the opportunity to know my mate, that is if he was not among the pack members that were forcibly transitioned by the f*cking lycans last night.
Two months ago, I completed my high school. I got one of the best grades that promised me a career in medicine at Harvard Medical School. Response to my application to the college is yet to arrive. Problem is if I would be able to attend college in my present circumstances, though I would give anything to. I know Romano, Riko and Rhodes (aptly dubbed the triplets), my former school mates and best friends from the Blood Moon Pack, will definitely join medical school.
Talking of the triplets, would they miss me if I don't turn up today for our practice? I know they will visit our pack house only to discover the ruins. They would assume that I am dead as the rest and turn back home, heavily weighed down with gloom and solitude. I wish I could find a way to let them know about my precarious situation and predicament.
Despite the fact that no one has visited me since I was ruthlessly thrown into this cell, I would hear some groans of pain emanating from a room not far from here throughout the night. They were so powerful that I bet they must have been produced by Raphael. The nincompoop had survived from the wound I had inflicted upon him on the chest. No ordinary man could have survived, and am afraid to say that he might not hold for long unless they get a competent doctor. Serves him better for killing my mum who has been the only doctor around here. In spite of my age, I had learnt some treatment tricks from her as far as the medical problems of the werewolves were concerned.
I hear some footsteps approaching from outside. I move close to the door and crouch on the ground, ready to pounce on anyone entering. A key is inserted and turned. The door is roughly pushed inwards. No one enters and all is silent for a moment, though I can see a silhouette of a man standing by the door. I think he has surveyed the room and panicked on not seeing me. Oh gosh! Let him advance into the room...
"Come on out!" He bellows instead. "I know you are behind this door!" He adds, pushing on the open door.
"Miscreant!" I retort. "Come and get me if you are man enough!'' I dare him.
"I'm not into any of your monkey tricks. You have much to lose if you don't and I wouldn't give a damn if it were not for his Majesty."
"I don't care a sh*t what his Majesty wants! Go tell him to go to hell!"
"You don't know what you are suggesting, do you? Prince Raphael's life is hanging on a thin thread, thanks to the nasty injury inflicted by you."
"He deserved that and even worse! He should have already joined my parents on the yonder world!"
"I pity you. Do you know what would happen to you if he succumbs to the wound? It would be a life for a life. It would be my pleasure to behead you personally, do you understand?" He roars into the room.
I hesitate to think about it. It is true that they won't think twice about avenging his death. I will be on the receiving end. So, it is for my own good that he survives.
"What do you want of me?" I ask dejectedly.
"You know what poison you put on your sword and you must be knowing the antidote. Besides, we are possessed of information that you have been a good student of your late mother."
"I'm flattered. What makes you think that I would be enthusiastic about helping someone who killed my own mother?"
"C'mon, you have no choice. You have every reason to ensure that he survives if you care about your own life. Don't waste any more time. Come out now!" He orders as the groans from across the hall intensify.
I step out from behind the door and he grabs my hand with lightening speed. Holding my hand, he breaks into a fast trot towards the source of the heart-rending howls.