Without wasting a single second, I've opened the cell and rushed in. He doesn't look up when I enter. I doubt he has the energy but he angles his body towards the cell entrance, which signals to me that he's awake.

I use the master key to unlock the chains around his wrists, that hold him up. Without them, he tumbles to the ground, finally looking up at me.

Even in his disheveled, weakened state, his eyes take me in,

I touch his face gently.

I put an arm of his around my neck, pulling him up.

He rambles.

I say.

This man. This beautiful man that I have taken comfort in for the past few years, stands in front of me, as only a shell of what he was. His bruises are extensive and he's limping on his foot. I can tell some of his bones are fractured. I have never been more angry at Zyon than I am right now. All I can think about, as immense guilt settles in my stomach, is that Daniel did not deserve this.

I'm so thankful for my wolf currently. Since I have her back, I am able to support most of Daniel's weight. We make it upstairs, going as fast as we can. My eyes narrow in on the back entrance. We move towards it.

As we planned, most of the guards and warriors are out trying to recapture freed prisoners. The coast is clear, or so I thought.

A couple of steps away from the front door, I hear a wolf pop up behind me. I turn, balancing Daniel against the wall.

The wolf's eyes focus in on me and Daniel. I notice as pieces click together in his head. Then his hand transitions to a claw, his eyes changing to an amber. I look back at Daniel, knowing I'm going to have to fight off this wolf.

I command.

He shakes his head, holding onto his ribs. He steps in front of me, ready to fight of the wolf. My heart breaks for him and for myself. Even in this state, he's ready to defend me.

The guard has started making his way over to us with rapid, determined footsteps.

I yell. My eyes glow silver.

Daniel jumps back in shock at the color change. I can see the remaining color in his face drain out of him. His utter disbelief showcases on his face and I know that I have now damaged our relationship for life. First I abandoned and broke up with him via a note, then he was tortured because of me and now he finds out that I am part of the species that captured him. Our entire relationship must feel like a lie to him.

The shock is evident on his face, but he listens. Turning and limping out the door, where I know Zarah will be.

I turn back to the guard, who is now standing in front of me. This will be my first ever fight in years and I have to say I'm kind of looking forward to it.

I whisper to my own wolf, "support me in this. Help me get Dan out of here and after that, I will follow your decisions. I will spend the rest of my life with Zyon."

It works and it pleases her. She sees this as the last hurdle to overcome before she can fully get to Zyon, because she takes control, my eyes completely transitioning to silver. I fall into the background of my mind.

The guard says,

I say.

He says.

I notice the ear piece in his ear. Zyon would know by now. I need to attack first, finish off this fight and get Daniel out of here.

I scoff.

I snarl, as I lunge at his form.

He staggers to the side but regains his form rapidly. I attack again, my claws going directly for his face, as I kick at his knees. He drops to the floor, but before he can recover, I land a couple of mean punches to his face.

But as his adrenaline kicks in, he stands up and gets into fighting form, finally viewing me not as Luna, but as traitor to his pack. He lands a punch to my stomach, and I go staggering a few steps back.

My technique, all those days I spent training how to fight comes back to me in waves. My wolf brings the brute force to the fight and I bring the technique. Instead of letting her take full control, I work in junction to her to bring him down.

I send a kick towards his knees again and as he falls down, I bring my knee up directly to his nose, as I hear a sickening crack. In the time that he grasps his nose, I've moved behind him and press my hands to his throat blocking off air supply, as he struggles to get me off him.

A minute or two of holding him down gets me my desired result. He passes out and before I know it, I'm running out the door, feeling a sudden thrill of winning a fight after what feels like forever. I know the wolf held back because I'm Luna, but it still felt great.

Bursting through the door, I inhale deeply, catching onto Daniel's scent. I begin a fast run to the gate at the pack borders. I need to say goodbye, I need to explain.

As I finally catch up, I see Yasmeen, Harvey, Zarah and Daniel standing near the car about to get in.

I yell.

I run straight to Daniel. I say tears running down my face.

He looks at me in utter disbelief.

I sigh.

I open the car door for him. He says softly.

I look at his beautiful, gentle face and I know I have to let him go. He's not fated for me. I whisper, but I know he's heard me.

He grips my face. I can tell he's conflicted with this love he's had for me and this sense of betrayal that I'm not human, that I'm another species entirely.

He presses his lips to mine, softly. At our contact, my lips erupt into discomfort. My whole body churns with agony because of the mate bond and a feeling of displeasure passes through me. My wolf growls, angry that he touches me like that, but I keep her at bay. I want him to have this, have this memory, even if its discomforting to me.

He removes himself from me. With one last look, he gets in the car and I close the door behind him.

I give Yasmeen a hug.

She smiles, getting into the car.

As the car speeds off onto the road, a brief sense of relief passes through me, followed my extreme anxiety. I now have to deal with the repercussions of my actions.

I turn to Zarah.

She looks at me, hesitatingly.

I say.

She says.

I push her in the direction of the trees.

She walks away from me, slowly at first and then breaks into a run. Just as she disappears into the trees, the incoming scent of wolves hit me. From the way, they're running in my direction, I can tell they thought, I too, was escaping. Leading the group is Midnight's beta, who seems surprised to see me just standing there. They come to a stop in front of me.

Beta Holden says.

I say, holding my hands up in surrender.

The beta looks at me with scrutiny.

I shrug my shoulders, as utter exasperation takes over his face.

He says.

I blatantly deny.

I think he just gives up, realizing this isn't his fight to fight. I think he wants to leave that to Zyon, because he gestures towards the packhouse with his hand.

I begin walking, as I'm escorted, rather followed by a small army of wolves, ready to capture me if I choose to run. The pack house is almost an hour away from this side of the border, but we choose to walk.

I think about how relieved I was that Daniel was out. How he could move far away. I pray that he forgets all about me. That he finds someone wonderful and never thinks about this place again. But most of all- I pray that when Yasmeen tells him everything, he doesn't hate me. I don't expect him to love me or be my biggest fan, I just don't want him to hate me.

My thoughts change direction as they shift to Zyon. He probably knows everything I've done by now, and would either be on his way or back at the packhouse by now.

I'm proven correct with those thoughts. As the packhouse comes into view, the sound of Zyon yelling reaches my ears. Kneeling before him, are the warden and the guards from the prison, including the one I strangled.

I hear his fury before I see it and my anxiety transitions to fear. The beta walks past me straight to Zyon, but he whispers out to me as he walks by,

I stay near the trees, too afraid to approach him. But his attention snaps up to us, as his beta approaches.

Those golden orbs settle on me and I can see his anger increase ten-fold. He snarls out. The wolves in front of him scamper away from him. The beta disappears into the building.

We are the only two people left in the field, and I'm standing thirty paces away from him.

His gaze never moves of his face and his eyes only seem to glow a brighter gold, as each second passes.

He snarls.

I gulp, shaking my head slowly.

He lets out an ear-shattering growl.

I take a slow step forward, followed by others, until I stand right in front of him. I notice the way his hand twitches.

When I'm close enough, his hand latches onto my hair. He says, as his shiny whites peek out from behind his lips.

I have only a second to deliberate the meaning of that, as he begins to pull me into packhouse with my hair. I don't resist to avoid the hair being pulled out of skull but he walks as fast as he can, jerking my head and hair around anyways.

Zyon throws open the door to the Alpha's wing and then his own. I'm shoved onto the floor, as my head bangs against the marble with a bang. I stay on the ground, rubbing my head.

I observe him in his newly-restored room. Golden angry eyes, Disheveled hair, canines extended and a twitching hand.

I take a breath,

At the speed of light, he's crouched down next me, holding my jaw in a bruising grip,

He grabs my shirt, pulling me up, as he throws me across the room into the wall. My shoulder crashes into it, I can feel the bone pop the wrong way, but I don't have time to register the painas he moves towards me. I hold my arms out in defense.

His hand latches onto my shirt, ripping it to shreds.

He says.

I don't reply.

He yells.

I reply, shakily.

Zyon whispers into my ear.

He grabs onto my arm, and I scream out in fear, afraid that he was going to cut my arm off.

Zyon just lets out a dry laugh.

I'm already trembling in his hold. He grabs onto my wrist, and slams it against the wall, beside my head, holding it in place.

He whispers.

My eyes widen. A second marking? That kind of tradition was centuries old, completely obsolete now. It was used to tame wild wolves, a sort of control male wolves asserted over their female counterparts. The second marking, not only was a GPS tracker of sorts. It also made it easier for male wolves to get their mates to submit. But it was a form of control that was seen as humiliating in this day and age.

I beg.

He lets out a snarl near my ear, his grip on my wrist tightening as I struggle to move away from him.

He says.

With his other hand, he moves my bra stap away from my existing mark. I push on his chest with my free hand.

I say.

He says.

I say.

He smiles. He lets go off his hold on me. I let out a breath of relief, glad that he's changed his mind.

But I don't notice that Zyon eyes are still golden, his canines still drawn and his hand still twitching.

He steps closer to me and this time, more gently, pushes my hair behind my ear.

My eyes widen, but I don't let my heart rate accelerate. I normalize my breathing, and quickly say.

Zyon flashes those pearly whites at me. Within a split second, that breathtaking smile disappears. The fury returns to his face, as his hand goes around my waist pulling me to him.

He growls.

Picking me up, he flings me onto the bed. My heart rate now begins to accelerate as I claw my way back up onto the mattress, but he grabs my ankle, pulling me back down.

Placing a knee near my waist, he settles himself on top of me. His hands are on my neck.

He asks. But he doesn't give me a chance to reply. He squeezes on my neck, blocking off my air supply, until I'm spluttering for air beneath him.

He lets me go, just as I'm about to pass out, and I take deep breaths trying to regain my breathing.

While I breathe he says,

My eyes widen in shock. I didn't know that.

I sputter out.

He says, sarcastically.

Then he launches himself onto my lips. His kiss is rough, bruising, painful. He draws blood, biting onto my lip, in various places. He almost suffocates me with his kisses multiple times, and I have to scratch at his chest to get him to stop. By the time, he's done reclaiming my lips, I know they're swollen and bruised because of the way they sting.

He moves down to my neck, pulling at my strap, as I suddenly realize he hasn't given up on the idea of the second marking.

I push at his chest, as he removes my bra strap away from my neck, giving him clear access. With one hand he pushes my face to the other side, and the other holds my hand down.

His weight on top of me, disables my attempts to struggle or get out from under him.

But he doesn't.

He plunges his canines into my mark again, giving me a second mark, as my body lights up in a stream of agony.

I scream in distress, but his hold on me doesn't release, until he's finished.

When he finally rolls of me, my body is drained of energy and tears roll down my face at what he's done. I expected consequences. I don't know if I expected this.

But he's not done yet.

He says, looking at my forming mark with satisfaction.