Death Wolf Saga
Death Wolf Chapter 37

She finds back consciousness, in the hour of midnight. Her head feeling too heavy as she looks around at the dark cell.

It was too dark…. almost scary. And she gulps. Trying to move, to only find herself being tied with those metal cuffs. Her thigh hurting like sh** and it was evident, they left her wound untreated.

The heaviness in her head hits again, and she knew it was Volkan trying to send a mindlink again. But she blocks it…he made her do this…he sent her here to die. What does he even want say now?

Oh yes… information…he just wants to use me and get information.

Go fuc* it right now!

She hears the sound of a door creaking open, but couldn’t see anything.

When a pull on her chains, makes her fall forward.

“Come on bitch. They are waiting.”

She tries to pull back , to only have the person pull the chains to her tied wrists more roughly. Not even touching her, considering her kind to be filth.

“Please…try and listen to me. I-“

The person doesn’t listen , dragging her. When she herself tries getting up, to only have a whimper leave her lips.

He pay no heed, tugging her along. He brings her out the cold dungeon. Yanking her to the vast forest.

Her teary eyes look around, to see a bonfire at a distance. Loud cheers and sounds of laughter resonating. Her heart drops in the pit of her stomach, when she sees the person going towards the same direction.

Were they really going to do it?

They move closer and she sees men everywhere. Pitchers in their hands as they celebrate with alcohol and food.

They turn around to look at her and she couldn’t help look down. Their eyes….they were filled with hatred and amusement. Considering her to be a toy they were going to have fun with.

The crowd parts , making way for her. Cheers echoing , marking her entrance. To only make a path towards someone who sat in the centre.

Thora looks up to find the same man with green eyes, she saw earlier. The Beta she presumed.

A smirk lingering on his lips as he saw her getting dragged towards him like a prisoner.

What better way was there to celebrate the great news of having foud the prophesied one, than by having a shewolf they found at their borders as an entertainment.

The person pulls the chains to make Thora to land in the centre. Her knees scrapping as she manages to break the fall by her tied hands. Looking at the ground, breathing heavily.

“Bow bitch”

The guard behind seethes at Thora and she couldn’t help, look up to meet those green eyes again. Defiance evident in them.

Ray’s smirk vanishes, to be replaced by a scowl. Her audacity to refuse to bow, getting on his nerves.

She continues to stare at him with her brown eyes. Challenging him further.

And the crowd goes silent, the cheers and laughter seizing.

The guard grabs her scalp, pushing down her face forcefully to bow. When Ray stops the guards. Showing him his hand.

The guard steps back, leaving her.

She breathes heavily, still looking up at Ryan with defiance. Making him clench his jaw.

“Come here”

He urged her to crawl and come closer to him. To again see her reluctance.

Loving the challenge, he picks up the tumbler and one of the guards fill it with a liquid.

Staring at her, while taking a sip of the liquid.

“The she wolf is a fighter brothers! Don’t we all like the fiesty ones more?”

The crowd cheers, making her fists to clench. And the action does not go unnoticed by Ray.

Picking up the end of the metal chain tied around her neck and hands, he yanks it. Pulling her towards him.

To almost make her reach him.

Wrapping the chain around his knuckles, he keeps pulling her chain. Till her face was almost next to his legs. No space left between them.

“You are so f*****g beautiful”

He says, caressing her cheek with his thumb. To make her move her head to a side. Disgusted by his touch.

“If you weren’t a werewolf. I would have surely made you my mate sweetheart.”

“But alas. Your kind has killed our brothers, our sisters, our parents, our lovers.”

Holding her chin, his grip on her jaw tightens.

“Your kind has raided human pacts and rap*d our sisters and mothers”

Moving his face closer, he further tightens his grip. Making her taste b***d in her mouth.

“Your kind has ruthlessly murdered our dear ones. Tell me why I should have mercy on you sweetheart?”

She couldn’t say anything. She knew what all the man was saying is true, but she also knew it was all done by rogues who have no control over their instincts.

They all should not be blamed for the doings of rogues that couldn’t keep together their shit.

Why the entire race is to suffer for doings of few wolves?

“They….they are rogues….pack wolves never hurt -“

Ray’s grip tightens further on her jaw… making a scream to leave her lips.Drops of b***d falling down from the corner of her lips.

But he doesn’t bother. His eyes burning in hatred.

“Did I asked you to open your mouth bitc*? Did I asked for your explanation?”

Picking the tumbler , he places it on her lips. Nearly emptying it in her mouth.

She gags, trying to move back. But he doesn’t let her.

Forcing her to drink the burning liquid.

“Come on. Drink. Don’t tell me you werewolves can’t even drink alcohol.”

He pushes her back, seeing her coughing, and everyone again starts laughing.

Thora has been punished publically before, she has been humiliated yes.

But never has she been degraded to this extent. The self respect in her coming to surface.

A sickening laugh leaves her lips and the crowd goes still. Looking at her like she has gone crazy.

“This? This is what is justice according to you? You..you all should be ashamed of yourself.”

Ray tightens his grip on the hand rest of his seat. Her voice and the challenge in it, making him rise from his seat.

“Didn’t I say you are not to speak anything you bitc”!”

And before they know, he gets up smacking her face. Making her fall back down.

While Thora spits out the b***d in her mouth. Looking back at him with bloodshot eyes. A red strain visible on her cheek.

His shoulders moving up and down. As he tries to control his anger. Running his hands through his hair.

“Don’t test my limits sweetheart. We are here for entertainment remember?”

“Let’s begin it then.”

The crowd cheers in encouragement. As he grabs her ankle, pulling her to him.

Looking at her lips he smirks. To only have her move her head to a side.

No moongoddess..no… please!…

He holds her jaw, and leans closer to her. His breath hitting her lips.

And she couldn’t help cringe.

The image of Volkan kissing her flashes in her mind and she doesn’t know what happened next. The dark clouds she usually sees, surround her, almost blurring her vision.

A heaviness again settling in her chest.

Ray’s green eyes held confusion as he stares at her eyes. To only go still. His grip on her jaw loosening as he for a mere second saw her entire eyes going black.

Including the cornea and the white portion of her eye.

To return back to normal.

Too shocked to react, he stills. Like he has seen a ghost and before he could even blink, he is pulled back from her.

A punch landing on his face, to make her fall back. And the crowd goes silent.

A deadly silence enveloping the cheerful atmosphere, as everyone bows staring at the person standing in the centre.

His fists clenched and jaw hardened.

To only look back at the helpless girl laying on the ground.

And that’s when one of the people in the crowd whispers, in a trembling voice.

Afraid of the power of the man that stood there, like a ferocious lion ready to tear apart anyone any second.

“Sir Daniel?”