After all the chaos that I put up, my nerves finally calmed down. The glass of water that Fang helped me gulp down refreshed my thoughts to some extent, and I stopped tugging on the chains. If Fang asked the wounds to be healed as a price to let me go, then it was better I stop than cause more of them. The chains had already proved themselves stronger than me, so breaking them was out of the question now.

My Alpha blood would heal these injuries faster, even without me having to use my special ability, but the silver was holding back every werewolf's power inside of me.

Fang had left me alone with the dim table lamp in the tent room with a night that was so silent now that the hooting of a single owl was heard from a distance.

I shut my eyes to take in the surroundings and instead of being sullen about the fact that my ability did not work in my human form; I started to find the core of my wolf. Going deeper in tranquillity. The special abilities all originated from the werewolf core inside us, and I had to focus on finding that. It took me everything to concentrate, but the silver was making me weak and keeping my consciousness away from my wolf.

My eyebrows agitated with the loss of focus, and I opened my eyes, exhaling. I did not understand why Fang was doing this, trying to push me into a corner with something I had lost years ago.

And over it all, he had bound me in silver to make it even more impossible.

My Alpha blood was better resistant to silver as compared to an Omega, so this time I tried to channel that to heal the bruises. It would heal in an hour if my Alpha blood was to be put in action, although my abilities would do it in seconds.

I kept pushing myself over and over, but there was so little that was happening. I could feel the skin repairing but at a slow, frustrating pace.

After a while, the chirping of the birds filled the environment before the light of the dawn could slightingly spread over the sky. I was tired from all the work that I have been at for hours and there was only a little that I could heal myself. My body slouched on the wall of pillows behind me now, having given up. Maybe if the chains weren't made of silver, it would have been different. I might have found my core and maybe my abilities would have worked in my human form.

Slowly, the natural light of the dawn filled the room and the lamp's light was suppressed by the yellow that flooded the inside.

Fang came into the room suddenly, startling me, "Good morning, little one"

He had a big grin on his face, which showed how happy he was to look at my face the first thing in the morning. Scorn replaced my face as I looked away from him. Fang had everything right now. He had me tied here at his will on his bed and he had marked me; even if the bond was not completed, the mark was as good as engagement.

Fang brought the few documents that he had retrieved from my bag last night and filled them. He placed them on the bedside table and sat beside me in a way that he was facing me.

"You look beautiful as ever," He commented to have me narrow my eyes at him.

"And you are evil as ever," I scoffed.

Fang chuckled at my words and brought his hand to my face, tugging my hair behind my ear. His eyes were fixated on how his long fingers delicately moved my hair behind my shoulder to see the mark that had now appeared at the bottom of my neck and a wide grin spread across his lips, revealing his devil's charm.

"Innate abilities are supposed to be cherished," Fang said, still looking at the mark as his fingers stretched the round neck of the t-shirt I had on, in a way to have a better look at his mark on me. The sign that I belonged to him and we were mates. "Your special abilities are a gift from Goddess Luna, and the gift that you do not cherish will slowly perish of its importance." His eyes came up to meet mine, and I knitted my brows, trying to understand what he was trying to say.

He smiled at me and it made me roll my eyes to look the other way, taking my thoughts back to hating this obnoxious man.

I heard the drawer beside me open and I turned around to see him take out keys. Fang went ahead to open the chain on my right hand and then, standing on his knees over the bed, he leaned to free my left hand; the chains clung as they fell slack against the headboard. My hand instinctively went to rub the bruised area of my wrist, giving it some relief.

Fang threw the keys at the other end of the bed and tenderly gripped my right wrist. Before he could pull it to his side, I jerked it back against my chest, holding my right wrist with my left hand.

Fang clicked his tongue, and the gentleness in his eyes dissipated at my resistance. He grabbed my other wrist with force, pulling it such that I was snatched close to him.

I gasped at the roughness and his eyes looked at me coldly. He had warned me enough in the last 24 hours, and I did not want to push it any further to test his agitation. Fang had opened the chains, and it was better I did not do anything to go back into that same bounds. He licked my wounds, and I closed my eyes, alarmed by his touch and the way his tongue rolled over my bruises, making my asking tingly.

When Fang was done with both my wrists, I saw the wound disappearing quicker than usual. One of the perks of having your soulmate in your life and being marked as your mate.

It still had me look at my bruises in awe. I had seen a lot of healing in my life, but this was not too fast and neither too slow. Like a miracle-working and you get to catch every glimpse of it as the ring around my wrist repaired part by part like a stitch that carefully disappeared after bringing the two ends of the cloth together.

"Here," Fang handed me the documents, which had his signs and the seal of Waterwoods on it. "You are welcome," he addressed smugly and I passed him a glare before looking at the papers.

I checked through all five of them, and they were done pretty fine. But that was not the only job that I had here in Waterwoods. Diana was still here, and after what Fang had already done to me, I doubted he would put a price for her release. He rather looked giddy since the time he had marked me as his. Fang had not asked or forced me to mate and seal our bond yet, neither was he actively mentioning about the mark.

Since it was a mark, my worries had lessened and with him not teasing me about it, I did not feel conscious and uncomfortable about it.

"What about Diana?" I asked. That was one problem she had created for herself, and I didn't know how she was going to face it.

"You want me to let her go?" Fang questioned, tilting his head to the side and childishly creasing his brows like letting Diana go was the wrong thing to do. "I thought I would keep her here for some more time till you become the Beta."

Was he trying to help me this way? I sighed, getting down from the bed and away from his presence, but he came around to stand in front of me, waiting for my reply. "I don't want to use underhanded methods Fang, just let her leave with me"

"Okay, wait till they bring her back from the prison." He said and turned around to leave.

He had held her in prison and it only made me question what she had done to receive that fate. As far as I had come to know Diana, she was a woman of experience who was able to do all the tasks for stage three on her own. I doubted there was any mistake she did to end up in the Waterwoods prison.

It was probably one of Fang's other tricks that had her trapped here. "Fang," I called out to him to have him turn around and raise his eyebrows in question. He already knew what I was going to ask and yet he always waited for me to speak it out loud. "Why is she held in the prison? Did Diana do anything wrong?"