Chapter 7
The walk back to the slave rooms in the middle of the compound left me feeling drained and lonely. But by the time the guards dropped me off there, none of the girls had returned and I was all alone. I figured they must have still been on a run, seeing as all of them had transformed and been let loose.
I was eager and curious to see just how wide the compound was, and how much freedom was accorded to us, but I couldn't unless I knew how to shift.
I felt helpless.
I could still feel the chills I'd felt when I was before him. The King. Might Lycan King Jordan Luther.
The power he wielded was one only monsters could wield. I felt powerless and scared before him. Ever since I was a child I have always been curious about my werewolf side and how I could trigger it. but mother had made it clear to me that this side of us was only to be locked away. I know that somewhere out there, the werewolf species existed together. and I just couldn't understand why my mother wanted us to live among humans and not our own kind. but I never questioned it. and right now it makes me feel rather mad at her because I am helpless and without any knowledge about who I am while among my own species. I am not equipped with anything I need. I feel like a lesser person.
For the remaining time I had, I just walked around. I tried to look at snoop around any of the other girls' belongings but to only look around the rooms and try to get a feel of the place. I didn't see any hope of going back home. replace her tight security. We were treated like slaves. real slaves. taken to and from the King's Chambers and there was a good standing right outside our room making sure no one would live without supervision. Before the shifting, the other girls referred to the King as master. Which was rather shocking but it seemed that each of them had already accepted their predicament.
The rooms as much as I hated to admit were much better than the home I had left behind. the title of a slave would have come with a lot more worse treatment. But the rooms were so naturally decorated and the beds were so high-quality. The Sheets Were leaning with a silk covering on top before the beautiful fur blankets. There was a glass bathroom in each room, and the only thing separating one room for another was the in-between. The walls between them were rather thin, so anything happening in one room could be heard in the other.
I wondered whether any of these girls got any privacy. I wondered what their life was and how mine would be. I was stuck here. and I felt like a bird locked in a cage. However, I still had to be optimistic. Maybe I could make new friends. Maybe the girls and I could be friendly and we could help each other out. I have never known any other werewolves except my mother. And now I've been surrounded by those who are my exact age. those who are in the same situation as me. we would have something to relate to. They can teach me how to shift. how to connect to my werewolf side much better.
I can learn from them what my mother never taught me.
My mother. Thinking of her makes me so sad. I slid against the wall, feeling overwhelmed by emotions. I feel myself shaking as I think about her. She is sweet, kind and caring. She may be tough and stern on other things, but she is a wonderful mom. I can't imagine what she's going through right now. How she feels. I miss her so much.
The sudden noise outside causes me to Jolt forward standing from the floor as I wipe my tears probably. I walk towards the big window in the other room before keeping outside. At first I had thought that the girls were coming back but then I was shocked to see a large group of people walking past the grass and towards the Castle. They seemed pissed. Angry. I cannot tell who they are and what they want. All I know is that they seem to be mumbling something amongst themselves as their guards lead them towards the castle.
From the window, I can see pretty much everyone. The bright lights were still showing around the compound and everything could be seen visibly. Among the crowd of people is a man. probably a little older than me who makes eye contact with me in a split-second. his eyes shine a different color of yellow before going back to normal. He was a werewolf. were they all werewolves? Was this like a pack? it suddenly hit me that the reason why he was called King is probably because he had his own Kingdom. his own people but he ruled. an entire pack of werewolves. These must be some of them. but he was the lycan King. and that had to mean that his back was much bigger than any other pack and alpha could have. How big is his territory? His question suddenly made me more curious than I had been before. and my lack of knowledge in any of this simply makes me feel helpless. The crowd of passersby doesn't even seem to pay attention to me or the fact that I was locked inside a house. Seems to be something normal to them. How could people be this heartless?
I walk towards the door and open it quickly, only to bump into the guard standing right outside. I fall on my butt with a thud, hating the feeling. I really need to look where I'm running.
"And where the hell do you think you're going, clumsy?''
I furrow my brows as I look up at him. The very same guard I had been bumping into. He scares me. The way he looks at me makes me feel like a prey caught in headlights.
"You better stay in before I have to drag you back. The king has his hands full tonight and you're not going to be the thing that makes him go screaming at us the entire night.'' he slams the door in my face before I could say anything. but what else could I say other than break down and cry. I felt like my life was falling apart and I didn't have a say in it. everything was out of control. I bury my face between my legs before weeping. and the only sign ones that come out are the muffled moans from my crying as I think about my life and how it has come to this. I have not even finished college. I had a test coming up in about a week and had been waiting on it. I needed to graduate at the end of the year. What have I done to deserve all this cruelty?
For the next hour or so, the compounds are filled with loud noises and shoutings. The crowd talked and yelled at someone who had been addressing them. I could hear it all. It was as if the walls of the rooms were non-existent.
Was I finally connecting to my werewolf abilities?
The people were complaining about attacks. One of the women kept saying that they couldn't sleep at night because they were worried that the masked men would come and take their children. a lot of games on them distraught and scared. I could smell genuine fear in the air. Something is wrong with these people. but I just couldn't understand how I was able to hear them from this far. I've never been able to do that before. no matter how much I tried to train myself. but today after meeting the Lycan King, and being under his oppressive power for a short while, I felt different.
For how long was I to remain a slave of this monster? What of my mother, was she looking for me? Did she know I was missing? Did anyone know?