“I tried carrying the weight of the world

But I only have two hands

Hope I get the chance to travel the world

But I don't have any plans

Wish that I could stay forever this young

Not afraid to close my eyes

Life's a game made for everyone

And love is a prize.”

(As a tribute to the iconic Avicii. May your soul rest in peace ❤️)

When I was a kid, I used to have nightmares about being stabbed in the back repeatedly. At one point, I used to get them every night, and I used to wake up screaming. At the age of 7, they became more detailed and frequent than ever. Soon, I started puking in fear and I had developed a habit of hurting myself in sleep in order to minimize the effect of those nightmares.

It was unnatural and unexplainable as to why I got those nightmares as a kid. A small 7 year old isn't supposed to dream about crime and violence being inflicted upon them.

That too such detailed and graphically accurate ones. They were repetitive. Every night I got the same dream. I had started hating sleeping. Afraid that I'll witness the same horror again.

Mom and dad talked about the problem to each other and the pack's village, and soon I was given sedatives that were mixed with chemicals which had an inhibitory effect on my pons. Pons is a part of your hind brain which is believed to be associated with dreams.

Those sedatives did prevent me from getting the nightmares but their long term use had a horrendous effect on my CNS and I used to feel drowsy all day.

After about an year of using it, my father urged me to give them up and with difficulty, I did.

It was hard to not embrace that kind of oblivion again.

But the thing is that if your body is accustomed to a certain kind of drug, after sometime, it starts getting resistant to it. So much so, it doesn't have the same effect on you as before. You need more quantity to get the same response.

Maybe that is the reason why Patricia's dose or syringe didn't work as long on me as she had probably expected because when I woke up in the cellar, I was completely alone.

With a little bit of sunshine coming through the tiny window, the room was pretty dark, it smelled in here.

But I was okay with it. I felt safe for the while. With no one in vicinity threatening to electrocute me to death, I was really okay.

Also it gave me a little time to think.

I feel like they had given me the sedatives just so that I won't be able to think.

I didn't want to waste time crying over and whining about what my life has come to. I actually wanted to think about escaping this time.

I took a deep breath, closing my eyes. By the way Patricia described the threats of this place and amount of security, I don't think I'll be able to make it out alive if I try to run.

A part of me didn't want to believe her. But at the position I was in, risk wasn't something I could afford.

One mistake and I could be dead.

I also toyed with the idea of misleading them. But I don't think that will work they'll definitely double check before letting me go. And if I'm found lying, they can kill me.

It's frustrating because I am not even the Luna and I have no idea where the Gem is. I wondered what it would have been like if Reece had found his mate.

Would there be someone else on this chair besides me then?

Would she be suffering in my place?

My head throbbed at the thought of someone else feeling the same pain as me. I just wanted to go away. I wanted an escape from my troubles and I ended up in the biggest one of them all.

My hands were tied now. I am not sure who did it but I wasn't able to move.

They weren't silver, thankfully. Maybe they want me to stay healthy. So that they can get their piece of information.

How can a piece of rock be so dear to someone that they become ready to end people's lives over that?

I was lost in my train of thoughts when I suddenly felt someone's presence.

'Olivia!' The voice said. And I realized that the presence was from inside me. It was my wolf.

Finally.

'You're here!' I exclaimed happily. But she was anything but happy.

She was more like, furious.

'I am so sorry, Olivia. I- I didn't this was going on here. Had I known, I would have been with you. I won't have hidden away.'

'It's okay.' I reassured her. She is all I have at the moment. I can't screw that up.

'I am trying to extract information from your memories and oh my god! So much has happened. These...these bastards are so stupid! Let me at them, Olivia. Let me at them, I'll kill them all.'

I sighed. 'Don't be silly. We can't kill them alone. We just one, and untrained and they are so many. It's impossible to fight them. And also let's not forget about the security arrangements.'

'So what do we do now?' She asked. 'We can't just sit and let this happen to us.'

'Do you have any idea?' I asked.

'I was thinking, you have been kidnapped for 2 days now. Our pack must have realized. We never reached the other pack, their alpha should have informed ours. Shouldn't they send a search party for us?'

I bit my lip. I wasn't sure. Or maybe I didn't want to think about it. I doubt if I am important enough to risk ruining relationships with these rogues over.

And if in the best case scenario, they are looking for me, how can I expect them to know where to look for? How would they know that I am here?

'Will you be able to connect them?' I asked.

'Urm, I am not sure. I can try. When we crossed the pack border, the link weakened. And we have just shifted, our mind link is already not very practiced.'

'But still! Try! Maybe we can connect to um...' I didn't want to mention Lupus. Because I know that the topic is sensitive for her right now and she won't want to talk about it.

'Yeah...I understand... I'll try.' she said, a bit weakly.

I waited and I could feel some energy being drained away from me as she possibly tried to connect to anyone from our pack.

'Are you succeeding?' I asked after a while but she gave negative response.

'No.' she said, I could feel her disappointment through the link and it saddened me.

'Don't get disheartened. We'll find a solution,' I tried cheering her up.

She remained silent and I took that as the end of the conversation.

Sometime passed before she spoke again.

'We will be able to connect to him if he crosses the borders though.' she told me and I nodded, keeping that information in mind.

There isn't really much you can do when you are tied up to a chair in a smelly cellar. I learned how not doing anything can frustrate you more than working hard.

I didn't want to sit idle. It felt wrong.

But that feeling didn't end for long as footsteps where heard outside and Keith appeared at the bar door with keys in his hand.

He didn't look up as he opened the lock and got inside.

He had a tray of food in his hands, when he looked at me, he was shocked to see me wide awake.

"Oh? You woke up already? I was all ready to have to slap you to conscious." He said and I gaped at him. He said it like he was talking about the weather. Like he didn't just talk about hitting me without reason.

My fingers curled into a fist. Did he mean it or was he joking?

He callously, dumped the food tray on the tiny table and approached me. In usual conditions, I would have been happy to see food, but right now I was too petrified to think like that.

My safety was in jeopardy.

He brought a small stool from outside and sat in front of me, coolly.

"So, I guess you must have made your decision. Since you got plenty of time already."

I frowned at him. "I have told you once and I am telling you again. I have no information about any kind of precious Stone. I am not the Luna and the rightful Luna hasn't been found. You are wasting your time and resources on me."

My response obviously didn't make him happy as he sneered, his sharp canines shining in the sunlight.

"You are still on the same excuse? Few free hours didn't do any good, did they? Don't you want to be free? Do you like this little room? Or maybe you think it will be this easy, to hide things that are rightfully mine away from me. As I have said before, the longer you take to open your mouth, the more painful I will make it for you."

"I get it." I whispered. "But trust me. I know nothing. Why would have I hidden? I don't even have the rest of the immortality potion, you do. Why would I hide it when I know you can kill me?"

"Maybe because you don't want rogues to rise to power!" He hissed standing up. Somehow that had triggered him into getting mad and his eyes were bloodshot by now, showing the craze in his soul.

"You won't understand like this." He muttered.

"I swear I—" I started but he cut me off with a sudden slap on my face.

It was so sudden and unexpected that my head was thrown away in the other direction and my cheeks rammed into my teeth, cutting them from the inside.

I have never been hit before. Expect for the one time my mom slapped me and that was too because I was misbehaving with her

Oh, and that one time Xander, my ex, hit me.

But other than that, never. It is true, I am not fit for this world. I have been too shielded.

"Not a word," he growled, his fists curled and ready to punch me.

But that didn't stop me.

"Why? I am telling the truth. You are being stupid if you hold me hostage like this when you know I know nothing. You are in denial." I said, being honest.

"This bitch." He sneered at me as his hand went to grab and squeeze the life out of my throat and he pushed my chair against the wall, effectively pushing me too.

I gasped for breathe but he had other ideas because his fist made contact with my other cheek as he punched me right there. I accidentally bit my lip in process making me bleed in my mouth but he didn't stop. He was angry.

"Bring me the silver chains!" He ordered his guards which were, as Patricia had warned, a few steps away from my cage.

Yes, this was a cage. Because they were treating me like I was an untamable, wild animal. They had locked me up, and I wasn't allowed to speak.

He hit me some more, a punch near the eye, he untied the ropes completely and pulled me up by my collar to kick my stomach and the punches had already made me too dizzy to respond anyway.

With blurry vision, I saw his guards appear with gloves holding a thick, silver chain.

Keith took it with bare hands and even though I could tell it burned him, he still hooked them up to the wall and tied my hands like shackles.

The moment my wrists were touched with that metal, it burned like hell. I screamed in pain. The sensitive blood vessels in my wrist were throbbing and my fingers started feeling numb. As though weren't getting blood supply.

My hands shook and I tried relentlessly to break through but that wasn't happening.

He was satisfied as he smirked down at me with his own hand burned. He wasn't even affected by other's pain and agony, such was the vengeance in his heart.

My head started buzzing and my eyes started watering as I heard him bark some more warnings and he said something along the lines of 'giving me time to think before he makes it worse', before he left.

I fought to stay awake, my hands getting accustomed to the initial shock of pain, my eyes and cheeks healing from the hits and my wolf gave me enough energy to survive the attacks efficiently.

I was taking deep breaths, so ready to go into slumber again when I heard her excited voice in my head.

'Olivia! I can feel him! I can connect to him! Wake up!'

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