Chapter 8
“Hey!” I was startled awake by the loud clanging of the iron doors to the cell being opened. “Get up! The guard yelled again, a different person this time.
This one was a black vampire, and maybe it was the darkness in this place, but his skin was glowing, giving me the impression that he spent a lot of time in the sun before getting bitten.
I gave him a pointed look since my voice was no good at this point. Hopefully, it heals soon, as I hated the inconvenience. If my wolf was awake now, this whole situation could have been different.
The guard came over and undid the ropes quickly, freeing my body from the shackles. I had no idea how long I’d spent in there but it was more time than I had ever spent in one spot because my legs couldn’t even support me.
Or maybe it was the hunger that worsened things.
“They should have let me sleep longer,’ I thought to myself as I tried getting up again.
“I told you to get up!” He yelled again from where he went to hang the ropes.
The walls were lined with different torture materials, and it didn’t make any sense to me; if I ever overpowered somebody here, wouldn’t that make it easy for me to kill them?
I held the handle of the chair and pulled myself up, shutting my eyes from the pain in my ankles and joints.
I heard an annoyed huff near me before my arm was grabbed and the guard began dragging me out of the dungeon, my feet stumbling across the rocky ground.
I protested with a gruntled sound, but he didn’t say anything or stop. Instead, he walked faster, basically just dragging me out.
“She doesn’t want to come out?” I heard someone snicker at the top of the stairs. “I heard these mutts love doing it in the dark, she definitely was reminiscing her former life,” he added as I set my eyes on him.
The dungeon was outside the main palace building, a small hole in the ground that led down to a large passageway with cells on both sides for as far as my eyes could see. And considering I could see farther than humans, I’ll assume it was over five hundred cells. Yet, there were prisoners in every one I was dragged past the day they threw me in here.
Being dragged out again in the open, the first relief I felt was having my nose filled with air that wasn’t filled with the smell of piss and vampire remains.
I still remember the embarrassing moment I peed on myself because there was no other option.
Several guards were stationed around the entrance of the pit, and they all held a short iron-rod-like machine in their hand. I didn’t know what it was meant for but they all had one instead of the guns I’d expected.
“I don’t think she can walk,” one of them said, making me look in his direction.
He had a great-looking body to compliment his face, but I was on the ground in pain, so I couldn’t think further about him noticing me.
But then he put his weapon in his pocket and walked closer to me.
“You wanna take her?” The guard that had brought me out asked him.
“Yeah, I don’t think she will be able to walk again if you keep dragging her like that,” he replied as he bent over to look at my legs.
“Well, she’s all yours. I have a date in ten minutes and I really can’t be bothered with a wolf slave,” he replied and let go of my arm. I wasn’t prepared for it so all the way down I went, my feet unable to support me.
“Agh!” I croaked, my throat hurting from the act although it was the least of my pain.
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Chapter 8
I was falling to the ground fast.
As though in slow motion, the second guard, who had a look of kindness in his eyes, caught my falling frame.
I heard chuckles in the background but I didn’t pay attention to it. If he hadn’t broken my fall, I would have hit my head on the grad, concrete ground.
“Let’s go, Adrianna doesn’t like to be kept waiting for long.” he told me, also ignoring his colleagues,
Gradually, we went, me trying as much as possible to put one painful foot ahead of the other.
“I’d carry you but I fear drawing too much attention to you. Vampires are really jealous even if they are not romantically involved with you,” he explained, and I smiled at him in acknowledgment, unable to respond.
I think what he meant was that if his people saw him carrying a werewolf and not a fellow vampire, they’d assume it was a romantic situation, and I’d be picked on. I appreciated the thought because I was already going through so much crap, I didn’t need to add bullying to it.
“You can’t speak?” He asked me out of the blue, and I pointed to my throat; the rope marks were still there, and I could see the pity he felt in his eyes.
“I’m sorry about that, for the record, I don’t think you tried to hurt the Princes. Hopefully, they find who did soon.”
I nodded as that was all I could do to express my thoughts.
Slowly but gradually, we finally made it to the main building. Meanwhile, I was accessing the environment. It was my first time being outside. The entire I’d been here, I’d always just cleaned the wing of the Princes, then I’d go grab my food for the day and return to the room for the rest of the night, then slept when the sun began to rise.
It was probably midnight at the time because of how busy everywhere was, but thankfully, my body was trying to heal itself, so I was able to walk faster. Well, not really that fast but I was able to shift out of people’s paths fast enough to avoid getting knocked down.
It seemed they all had the same problem of not looking at where they were going, instead walking directly on the path I was on already. Or maybe it’s because they just kept staring at me like I had something on my face.
Finally, we got to the servant’s quarters, and I saw the Mistress dishing out orders in that high-pitched voice of hers.
“You’re here, good,” she said immediately to me. “Go and help them set up the chairs in the ballroom. These humans are so weak,” she rolled her eyes as she marked something on a book she held.
“I don’t think she’ll be able to do anything, she’s almost crippled,” the guard told her, still helping me stand a bit.
She paused and actually looked at me and then him, her face showing the disapproval I’m sure she felt.
“She’s a werewolf; she’ll heal. Let her go and return to your post,” she commanded the guard.
How do I tell her that my wolf left me without condemning myself to ridicule like I did in my park?
