When I became conscious, I was in an unfamiliar building.
I was tied to a chair and the lights were too bright
The room I was in was painted black and red.
A flag was raised with the insignia of a wolf attacking another wolf.
"About time you woke" came a sinister voice and I raised my head to stare at a thin lean man.
He looked calm but I could see the madness in his eyes.
"Aren't you the chosen mate, well well, nice to meet you" he said.
"I don't know what you are talking about," I said and he grinned.
His eyes suddenly turned yellow and he backhanded me.
I cried out in pain, the blow stung.
His eyes returned to normal and he smiled as if nothing happened.
"Oops, my wolf doesn't like lies," he said and leaned closer.
He sniffed me.
"You aren't human yourself Amelia, are you," he said and I stared at him.
First Logan now this creep?
I was completely human, right?
Or was mom and dad...….
No that can't be true and how did he know my name?
"I don't know", I blurted out and in some way that was true.
I didn't even know who I was anymore.
"Please, I did nothing wrong, release me" I begged, and the man roared out in laughter.
"You are my bait, Amy," he said and outrage filled me.
How dare he?
Only Logan and Reagan called me that.
"I want Logan killed", He grinned.
" I know he will come for you or send his beta, that cold prick, Brock" he snarled.
"You seem to know him well" I blurted out and chided myself.
What was wrong with me?
I am getting bolder these days.
The man smiled and ran his hand along a long scar on the side of his face.
"Brock did this".
" The guy is way too powerful for a beta".
" Anyways, I'll kill whoever it is that tries to retrieve you" he turned to his guards and nodded.
Almost immediately one raised a fist high and punched me.
And as I sank into darkness I vowed to get my revenge on the bastard.
I woke to someone slapping me hard.
I opened my eyes to see the bastard who had punched me earlier.
He had a plate of steak in his hand and a bottle of water.
My stomach rumbled, I could have sworn that something inside me growled.
The guy dropped the tray on the floor and motioned with his head for me to eat.
I raised my tied hands, showing him I was bound. He scowled and shrugged.
He went around me and even tightened the rope.
"And so? Eat like the dog you are", he said and I scowled.
"You are the one who looks like a dog" I retorted and he smiled cruelly and smacked me hard across the face.
"Nice one," he said and pulled me out of the chair and pushed my head to the food.
I was hungry, so I used my lips and teeth to eat, humiliated as the guys started laughing at me hysterically.
That's when the atmosphere became charged.
Then the rogue werewolves were blasted back by lightning.
A black wolf charged in, and I recognized it as Brock in wolf form.
Quick! jump on my back. His voice rang in my head.
I raised my hands and showed him my bound hands.
With one slice of his paw, I was free.
I jumped on the huge wolf's back quickly and he took off.
Alarms blared to life and bullets rained everywhere, but Logan deftly dodged.
I could feel his muscles working as he agilely dodged bullets.
There was a loud explosion right behind us.
Brock increased his speed, he was so fast the moving landscape was a blur.
We had left the building behind us when the landscape changed and shifted.
The terrain moved like waves and Brock leaped over a huge rock that would have slammed into us.
But before we could recover, a huge tree hit Brock and we went flying.
I crashed hard into the ground, Groaning.
I looked for Brock and saw him standing putting on a pair of jeans.
I stared longer at his backside and blushed, how had he even landed on his feet?
The guy was damn arrogant, he even left me to fall, very callous.
The landscape had stopped shifting and changing.
Brock put on a shirt, stared ahead, and muttered a curse.
I walked up to him
"What's wrong?" I asked, and he turned to me, his green eyes were fierce like he was expecting a fight anytime.
He kicked a stone, and it shot into the river.
He straightened his jacket and pushed back his very dark hair.
"Labyrinth mode," he said curtly.
"Meaning?" I asked, and he glared at me
The wind blew his dark hair, making him more handsome and dashing.
Not what I needed to picture in my head right now, but my stupid brain refused to follow my mind.
I stood, staring at him, waiting for an explanation, then he finally sighed and sat on the forest floor.
He extended his claw and I stared at it in fascination.
They looked wickedly sharp and pointed.
"They trapped us".
" The Quintus werewolves have that ability, their prisoners hardly escape, it is rare.
"We have to find Daedalus' map to escape".
" It is rumored to be hidden in this wild lands and nobody has found the map, not even the Quintus wolves".
" They just have the magic to manipulate this labyrinth." He explained and I blinked.
Wow! This was the first time he ever said something this long.
"How can we go home now?" I said
"We can't" Brock scowled.
"We are trapped till God knows when" With that, he lay back on the grass and I wondered why my life was so hard.
That was when fur started erupting from my hands as the universe couldn't make my day any worse