Faye's Point of View.
I woke up confused.
My eyes roamed around, familiarizing where I could be right now. I tried to move around, and shackles resound. Still not convinced that Damion and I didn't make it to the end of the shore, but my eyes instantly opened wide when I heard shackles.
But this place is quite different than where we were placed. Damn, what is this kind of shit they have done to us?
"You're finally awake," someone spoke behind me. He was familiar. I jerked my head and looked for him. It was Ralph— the traitor prison guard.
"You again? Ugh, you suck," I mumbled, rolling my eyes.
"I'm sorry about what happened earlier—" he apologized rapidly.
"Come on, I don't need that," I interrupted.
"You need to—"
"Shush."
"But I was—"
"Shush."
Ralph released a deep sigh, closing his eyes. I think he was trying to calm himself and collect some courage to speak up once again after being continuously rejected.
This is fucking insanely hilarious! God damn it. He looked so pissed off and was about to give me a good punching, or try if he could still do the werewolf fighting technique.
"Where's Damion?" I asked, changing the subject to something more relevant to talk about.
"Why are you asking about him?"
"Jeez, you constantly give me an irk. Why shouldn't I?" I replied and just look away. It's a wrong move to even ask him. "Besides, I wanted to see my mate. I'll be in trouble if he was out of sight. if only you knew."
Prison guard Ralph rolled his eyes. I'm confused about all these gay shits he's showing me. This is just too unnatural and bothersome.
"He was in much deeper pain than you. But he is safe now, thankfully," he replied, looking away.
"So you're planning to respond and just made it even longer to do so," I roared.
"Could you at least listen to me first? You know, it wasn't part of the plan to forsake you and that guy. I was caught red-handed, and if I didn't ride on what they thought it is, you think you'll be any safer? You must thank me that you two were both put into a better cabin."
"Whatever you say," I simply replied and turned my back against him, changing the position of how I lay in my comfortable bed that Ralph was proud of.
"Hey," he called in a soft and small voice, almost hard to hear as it was near to whispering.
He continued to sway me into believing him. It was a tough road to go through, but he was incredibly amazing at convincing. He sounds credible and makes me want to hear his stories.
Ralph told me, when he met me that day at the club and tried to hit on me, it was already part of the plan to take me. Someone had already given him a tip that I was there. I was their only target to captivate. But when he saw me, his conscience kick him. He tried to take me away, but he already got punches from Damion that made him lose consciousness.
"I don't even know your name," he said.
I sat to have a better position to talk to him. But I was still remaining in the long face, so he wouldn't feel I was too easy to persuade.
"And why did they want me?"
"Alpha King, he's the only one that wants you and the moonstone."
Because of the last word he mentioned, I looked grimaced right now, and I don't want to bother changing my expression.
"How far will your conscience go to save me, though? You already save me a little from that stinky room, I think it paid the bugs inside your head a few. So now what? Until when? Tell me when you're not feeling to be kind today or tomorrow, and after tomorrow, and so on. At the end of the day, no one is there to save me."
Ralph made my heart beat rapidly in an instant when he held my hand, softly, and sandwiched it with his two hands. Cripes, now my mouth went ajar, taken aback by all those sudden and quick body language he showed. He even talked, but I didn't hear it. I was too focused thinking about nonsense, I mean in reality, gestures Ralph did.
"Are you listening?" he broke the ice.
I stuttered to answer. It left him in awe, gradually turning into a chuckle. "Stop being cute, you're endlessly capturing my heart," Ralph said.
Now, I was the one whom he left in awe. It was rather a long pause, a very awkward pause, between the two of us. It only stopped after a yell interrupted our intimate stare.
"So this is what you're doing after putting me in danger?" Damion roared. "With this guy?! This prison guard who put us in danger by pretending to take the charge of escaping?!"
"Why are you so mad? Jeez—"
"Shouldn't I? You're my mate. If he hurts you, I will be the first one to feel," Damion replied. He was grave as he speaks. This is so sickening to watch.
Damion took away my hand from Ralph's possession, and pushed him away, resulting in Ralph throwing at the chair.
Now, what should I do?
3rd Point of View.
Potions scattered around the floor. Smokes filled the room, a smoke that was carrying a random color. It changes from time to time depending on the medicines put into the cauldron. There was a man standing behind the charcoal stove— the one managing the seasoning of the potions. He was scratching his head while holding a ruined and old paper, frustrated about the missing pieces he needed to complete the potions.
"This won't do, I will be having to test every single potion I'm left here," he talked to himself, struggling to keep calm in between deep sighs.
If he did his plan, it would take forever. A continuous knock almost put the old paper in danger, because it shocked him when he heard the knocks all of a sudden. He turns to open the gate, and an old friend appeared.
"Jacob? Oh god!" he snarled, reaching to hug him. "In the latest news, you became an Alpha, huh? What a nice position you've got over there!" he added.
Shy Jacob chortled. "Well, that was very sad news I became rogue, Hunter."
Hunter's mouth's ajar as soon as he heard the R-word. It was the most avoided word in their races. "B-but—"
"Because I chose Lucy. She came from a different Pack, that my father despises," Jacob interrupted, bending his head to point at Lucy.
Hunter was left with no words. He just nodded and looked down. At this moment, answering verbally is a hard pill to swallow— a much more disrespectful kind of act.
"But I came here with a different reason."
"Oh," Hunter's energy is finally back as the mood changes. "Tell me anything."
"You see, my girl has become part of the war among the Packs. She contains the moonstone."
Hunter was shocked, he couldn't speak yet. He was too mesmerized, he listened closely, making sure he hears everything Jacob was saying. Some parts of it have been jotted down in his hand. What a freak to do, but hell yeah, Hunter is a freak too 'cause he's differently raised. Now, he's having this beautiful charcoal stove alone in his hut to discover some other potions left by his ancestors. But despite the freakish difference between the two, friendship has been made.
Hunter doesn't wear tops, he had a lot of bruises as some other werewolf does. His hair was white, its length is near the shoulder, his haircut is pineapple cut despite the length though, and he was shorter than Jacob. Hunter's eyes were clear black, a little bit wider than human's. His lips curved perfectly.
"So what do you want me to do?" Hunter asked after a long listening.
"Uhm, is it okay if—"