Chapter 30
Chapter 30
This…this can’t be my home. I refuse to call this place my
home.
I watch as men and women
are displayed like cattle. As
we continue to walk, we
come across an area where a
man is bent over a tree
stump, and from behind, a guard holds a long hot metal rod that he presses against the man’s spine. The man screams as the metal brands
his back and smoke comes
out.
“What is this, Poppy?” I
whisper.
“This is the reforming camp.
As she says this, we walk near
a few erected cemented
walls. On these walls, there
are chained werewolves in
their werewolf form
aggressively trying to get free and trying to attack the guards. I can see how the silver chains burn through their skin. The guards whip
them with silver thin wires
that cut through the
werewolf’s skin. It is horrible
to watch.
“These are mostly Alpha werewolves who do not want
to comply…so they are being broken,” Poppy explains.
I look away, unable to stand
1. it. And then I see it. What
Colt had told me about.
There is a long rectangular stage in the middle of the camp. On the stage, there are long wooden poles with
chains and attached to these
chains are what I believe to
be men and women. It is
hard to make out because
their skin has been melted
just like Colt told me, with silver liquid.
They breathe but these
people are not alive, not
really. I feel so disgusted.
And to think that this is all
what Colt, Dash, and the
others all went through. I
want to cry just thinking
about it.
“Why did you bring me here first, Poppy?”
This is behind the official
pack house about a hundred feet away from it. It is far away from the main home
where I am staying so you really can’t see any of this.
“I didn’t want to show you
the worst part last because then it is the only thing that will stick with you.”
I shake my head. “It will still
haunt me. This is horrible.”
She looks down and nods.
I look behind us where Colt
walks a few feet away, following us as he guards
1. me. He looks at me but I
can’t read his expression. There is no sadness, anger,
or anything else.
“Let’s go to the pack house,”
Poppy says but as she says this, we pass by a small
building that almost looks
like a bunker. In front, there
are two chained men. I put a
hand on my mouth as I stare
at them. They have muscle tendons showing on their
back as if the outer skin was
cut from their b*dy in
precise long rectangular
strips. Skinned alive yet still
alive.
Poppy notices where I stare.
“Uhm…it’s a punishment…”
“No…it’s hellish torture.”
After what seems an eternity of silence, Poppy leads us to
the front of the pack house
where now you can’t see or hear what is happening in the back. The pack house is bigger than the one on Colt’s pack.
When she goes in, the house
is filled with children
running around laughing and playing. To anyone else, this would be a tender sight but I know these are orphans and probably many are children to the people being
tortured in the back.
“Miss Poppy! Miss Poppy! Who is that?!” They ask
Poppy and look at me with
curiosity.
“This is Miss Casseopea.” She responds. “Did you all hear
that there will be a festival
tonight!”
“Yeaaaah!” they all cheer.
Leaving the children with their excitement, Poppy leads me through the pack house meeting a few of the pack members. They are all
curious as to who I am but
Poppy only tells them my name and reminds them of
the festival tonight.
Between the pack house and
the main house, there are
fields of crops and I can even see some cattle in the
distance.
Poppy points to the forest on the right. “There is a lake in
that direction. That is where
we have our moon festivals
and you can go there whenever you are looking for a swim.” She points to the left. “There are jogging trails that way. And that is it. You
are free to roam the areas
with your guards but…you
are not allowed to leave the
pack territory. Not without your father’s permission.”
“Okay.” That is all I say.
She pats my back and walks
away.
I head back to the house. As I
walk back, people stare at me
and I am not used to it,
though at this moment I am very distracted by something weighing heavy on my chest.
I walk inside the house from
a door in the back. I have no
idea where in the house I am
but I start walking through a
hall. Colt is silent behind me.
The feeling inside me busts and I am unable to get to my room before I am
overwhelmed by these
feelings. I turn to a door and open it. It looks like a fancy
living area but it is empty of people.
Once inside, my hands cover my face.
I hear the door close behind
1. me. “What is wrong?! What is it?!” Colt asks sounding a bit desperate.
“I…I…I am sorry.
“What?”
I lift my head to face him.
“Why are you crying?” he
asks.
I can see that he fights with himself to try not to come
over and comfort me.
I point to the window.
“That… out there…that was
not okay.”
He takes in a deep breath and nods. “I know. But you
will get used to it.”
“No. I will not allow myself to get used to seeing that. It is so wrong.” I look up at him. “I am sorry.”
“Why are you saying this to
me?” He asks still confused.
“I am so sorry for what you went through,” I tell him.
He slightly smiles. “It’s okay. I am okay.”
“How are you okay?”
Taking a deep breath, he looks around the room
making sure no one is there. He then suddenly picks me
up
and sits me on a console
table that is against a wall, almost knocking down the decorative vases on it. His hands cup my face and he looks straight into my eyes. “I am okay because every
day that passes, you mend
my heart just a bit more.”
I look into his eyes and he looks into mine. I could get lost in those green orbs for all eternity and not mind
one bit.
He starts to get close and I whisper. “You are so…corny.”
Even as I say this, I still have
tears in my eyes.
He stops and looks at me with surprise. “Corny!?”
I start laughing–wiping my tears–and so does he. But
then he grabs my chin and crashes his lips with mine.
“Mh…” I moan.
He ends the k*ss, smiles, and
mutters. “This girl calling me corny and ruining the moment…”
This makes me laugh again.
“Hey…could we… could we
go for a run tonight?” I ask
him.
“After the festival?” He looks
down as he thinks, then
nods. “Yes. I think we can.
“You are free to roam the
pack as Poppy said. Just as long as we don’t cross the border.” he says. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.
“And what if we did. What if
we ran? There is nothing
stopping us now.”
“Nothing? Except that
Warrick has the borders
heavily guarded, not to
mention the men he has
outside near the pack. We
wouldn’t get far, Cass. And besides, this is probably a test. There is no way he is a hundred percent convinced
about all of this. He’ll want to
see if you will stay or leave. I am sure that putting me as
your guard is also a test for
1. me. So…”
He backs away and takes me
down from the table. “Let’s
not do anything stupid.”
I take in a deep breath feeling irritated but nod.
He opens the door and walks out then waits out in the hall
for me.
I come out and start walking
but I have no idea where I
am going. Suddenly, Victor
appears in front of me.
“There you are. Here.”
He hands me a piece of
paper.
“What is this?”
“Your training schedule, you
start tomorrow.” He says and nonchalantly walks away.
I look at the time on the
schedule.
“Five- Five in the
morning?!“I scream after
him.
“Yeah.” He replies now at the
end of the hall.
“…Great…” I say with sarcasm.
I DO think learning
self–defense and how to
properly fight is a good
thing. I have never learned
how to fight or anything like
that but I am a lazy person. I
don’t want to get up
this
early to get my ass kicked.
I wander around most of the day, exploring the house. I
found a theater room where I spent a good amount of time watching a movie. Colt
acts distant the whole time and stays a good distance away from me. I get why but I don’t like it at all. To say that every time I see him I want to jump his bones is an
understatement. How I wish
I could be in his embrace all
day. He makes me feel safe. When evening comes, Poppy comes to my room to help me get ready for the festival. I wear a long black flowy dress with large pin flowers.
She called it a maxi summer
dress. It looks casual but
once on me, it looks
amazing. Again, it is a dress that shows cleavage and my
back but I am not worried
about it at all cause I still
look good.
“Yes?!” Poppy asks to the
knock that sounds on the
door.
Colt walks in and stands
staring at me with his hands
on his back.
“Alexis! Doesn’t she look
beautiful?”
Colt clears his throat as he
stares me up and down and nods. “Yes, she does. I came to tell you that I am relieved of duty tonight. It is Serge’s turn to watch over you.” He says all this as he looks at me through the mirror which I
stand in front of.
“Oh…okay.” I am
disappointed but it is what was agreed to.
He nods again. “See you at the festival, princess.”
I watch him close the door
and feel deflated.
“He’s a handsome one, ain’t
he?” Poppy asks.
I nod fully agreeing with her but making sure I do not
look so enthusiastic.
When I am done, she takes
me downstairs to the back of
the house where the festival
is already underway.
Surprisingly, it is cheery
despite all that bad stuff I saw today. I guess people in this
pack are used to the way things are here and
obviously, there is nothing
they can do about it.
“Well look who’s here! The
guest of honooor!” Beck says.
His words sound a bit more
dragged than they usually do
and I am sure it all has to do
with the drink he has in his
hand. It’s probably not his
first.
“Shoo! You vermin!” Poppy
says putting a hand up to
him.
I almost laugh.
She continues walking until
she reaches Warrick. She
k*sses him on the cheek and
motions towards me.
Again, his eyes suddenly glisten as sadness fills them.
“Casseopea…” he whispers,
barely audible but even Poppy hears it. And the thing is that it didn’t seem like he was calling my name or even referring to me. It is as if for a split second he was seeing someone else.
He clears his throat and
straightens. “Excellent.
Come, daughter. Let’s make
a round.” He lifts his hand to
me and I hesitantly take it.
He starts walking around with me in his arms, greeting people. Most of these people are from the pack but then
we come to some men at the edge of the forest that seem…off. They dress in drags and look a bit dirty but by no means do they look harmless. They are scary and to me, they seem dangerous.
“Crow,” Warrick calls him.
The man who seems to be
the leader, smiles at me with
his rotten teeth showing as
Warrick speaks to him. “This
is my daughter. Remember
her well.”
“Of course, Alpha Warrick.” They all say with a bow.
“Who are they?” I ask as we
go past them.
“Those, my dear, are my
tracker rogues.”
“Rogues?”
“Yes, rogues and they are
good at what they do so if I
were you, I wouldn’t get any
ideas. These men would find
you within minutes.”
“I–I never thought of
running.”
“Who said anything about
running?” He asks.
“I–I mean, that’s what I
assume you meant.”
He laughs.
This man makes me so
nervous and he obviously enjoys it.
“One would think you are almost evil, Alpha Warrick.”
A tall man walks into view.
Even taller than Victor and
that is saying something
because Victor surpasses
almost all pack members I
have seen here.
His blue eyes rake over me
and marble my face as if he
is studying a piece of art.
“What can I say? My
reputation preceded me.‘
Warrick gives him a sly
smile.
The tall man is no Adonis
but he is still an attractive
man. His ashy blond hair is slicked back yet a strand falls
on the front.
“Cass, this is Oliver Vald. He is Alpha to a new pack, the
Crescent Pack. They came from Europe and established their pack on the northern
territories just a few months
ago.
“It is a pleasure, lady Casseopea.” The man takes my hand in such a gentle
manner and then k*sses it. If
his European accent was not enough to melt me already, the gesture surely did. He looks up as his lips finish touching my skin and smiles
a smile that could take down
any hardheaded maiden. He
has such charm and subtle
swag that even I am taken by
him.
“We are working on an
alliance of a sort,” Warrick
says bringing me back to this
real world.
The man called Oliver,
straighten up and gives
Warrick a small side nod,
almost like a bow.
“Though we have much to
learn from each other before
we get to that,” Warrick says.
The man gives a side smile. “All in due time, Alpha
Warrick.‘
“Yeah…due time…” Warrick
acts almost impatiently. He
pulls my arm and takes me away from the charming
man who smiles at me as I
walk away.
“Alliance? I didn’t think
you
did alliances.” I whisper to
Warrick.
“I don’t…but, even I know I
am not always right and I have plans that require some flexibility on my part in order to succeed. I just have
to make sure of this man’s
intentions first.”
“So you don’t trust him?”
“My dear, I trust no one. You
will learn to do the same.”