Faye's Point of View.
"NO!" I shouted, pulling back my hand as I whimpered in fear, while my voice trembled. I could feel the edge of my eyes getting wetter and wetter.
"Don't you dare," blew Damion. I hid behind him, and he's supporting it with his hand— covering me from the danger.
"Decide quickly. Whether you come with me or not, spit your decision right now. Your captors are about to come and fetch you," the prison guard snarled.
When I look at him, he wasn't blinking. His straight eyes are sharply gazing upon Damion. Even his fist are crunching. I don't know why he's acting like this. Maybe my guts failed me this time. Such a shame that I couldn't uncover his hidden thoughts behind those eyes.
"We'll escape on our own," Damion finally responded after a long pause.
"You didn't even know this place. How could you speak confidently after all?" the prison guard sarcastically replied with a smirk on his face— completely looking down on Damion. "We're in the middle of the sea. How would you save the girl?" he added.
"Sea? You bandits brought us into this remote area on purpose, didn't you?" Damion's voice intensifies. It's like he's shouting in the middle of those little whispers.
"Hand me the girl. We have no time left."
"I won't give her to you."
"Then, I guess you left me with no choice."
The prison guard took my hand and immediately run away. On my other hand, Damion pulls me back forcibly. Now, I could feel my body getting ripped apart.
I'm in the middle of a boy's fight, am I not? How could they do this while I almost pee on my beautiful glittery dress in fear? Gosh, I'm so scared. I've been eaten by this terrifying moment, and I will never let this thing happen to me again if I get the chance. This will be remembered.
The prison guard cut the chains in our ankles, then forcibly pulled me out, while Damion was still holding on to me tightly and got dragged. In the end, the prison guard ends up being the one to decide where is the right place to be for me and Damion— my plus one.
"Good job, Ralph!" a strange man who looks peculiar among the other bandits, said. The prison guard halted. His sideburns produced tiny bits of sweat.
"Sir, thank you, sir," he replied, the prison guard I mean. Which I supposed they call Ralph.
But I don't understand what's the thing he should be getting the 'good job' thing.
Oh jeez, don't tell me...
"Alpha King," Damion murmured. "I knew the prison guard is a traitor. I told you not to trust him!" he whispered.
"You didn't!" I replied.
"You should've known, then."
"What am I? Born mind-reader? Just walking around to read werewolves' minds for fun?" I snarled.
The Alpha King interrupted our raging conversation through his creepy laugh.
"I've finally got you in my hands than in the picture," Alpha King started as he smirked, looking at me amazingly. His eyes almost looked like it's about to form hearts. He definitely caught me irked.
"As you said, master," Ralph stated. "I told you I will give her to you. It's a cock-a-hoop you didn't lose your grip to trust me."
My fist tightened its fold. This is getting out of hand. Why am I hearing this nonsense? Why not just take us back to the prison where we should be?!
"Count in your head to three, shift into a wolf, and run into the water," Damion instructed. My eyes squinted in confusion.
"But I didn't know how to run in the waters! I wasn't trained to do that!"
"There's no need for that. GO!" Damion yelled and lead the escape.
But I was left here, in front of two greedy werewolves. When I tried to do his instruction, it was already too awkward, but I just sink. A few minutes after struggling to run to the surface, Damion finally came swimming into me. I was smiling, reaching for his hand, waiting for him to take it.
But someone else did it for him.
3rd Point of View.
Jacob released a raging screech. His feet caught a huge splinter while roaming around the forest where his daughter was last seen. He was doing his best to find Faye, but his luckless life could never leave him.
Together with the screech is a grain of tears falling at the edge of his eyes. He couldn't decide whether it was because of the splinter or his thoughts about being a useless father to her daughter. He was sure, for now, Faye is expecting him to come.
Jacob was the Alpha of the Sombermane Band Pack— the top werewolf fighter among their races. He could protect every member of his pack, but not his daughter? What a shame, he thought. He shouldn't be acquiring this title 'cause it doesn't matter whether he managed to protect everyone else. He still failed to do it with Faye.
Now, Jacob surrendered fighting with the splinter, trying to believe himself it was all just about the splinter. It doesn't hurt, really. It was even a reward, a new kind of scar that he knew will beautifully form later on. He was in pain because of his daughter.
"Jacob," Lucy said, trembling in fear. She was just watching Jacob all the way from the moment he got the wound until now.
Jacob jerked his head, facing Lucy. He's full of rage in his chest. In the middle of wife or daughter, the latter weighs heavier than the former. Instead of answering, he looked away. Jacob struggled to remove the wood in his feet forcibly, as quickly as possible. Then he stood up, wiping his own tears, and walked down the forest.
Lucy yelled, "Talk to me, Jacob."
In just a single statement, a single commandment, Jacob came rapidly back to Lucy. But it's as though he was throwing tantrums, against his will to come back.
"Why did you have to stand up against me then if you wanted to talk to me again?" Jacob sulkily snarled. He crossed his arms across his chest.
"Faye's the one getting to receive the punishment I should get for possessing the moonstone. It's just— it's hurting my pride to see her in the situation where I've been before. And I wanted to put a stop by baiting them to take her," Lucy replied, looking down. She was too ashamed to even show her face.
"That was an insane decision to make, ON YOUR OWN, Lucy. Am I your husband or not? Are you alone on this journey? I've put all of my life before you and Faye. Why did you have to bait Faye? That was stupidity!" Jacob muttered. The edge of his lips started to drool. His body is now feeling the urge to shift because of his overflowing emotions.
"I was planning to throw my life instead of her. I was a shapeshifter, remember? It's the only reason I carried to attain the Omega position in our Pack."
Jacob's brows finally met. He locked Lucy between his chest, tightening his hold.
"Oh please, don't say that again," Jacob replied. "We doesn't have to get that far. There's still other things we could do to take away Faye's cursed fate."
"How?"