RAIDEN ||

Time.

I listened to it tick by.

I don't even know how many days exactly that I've been down here in this cell. Alone.

Without Onyx to keep me company.

It's had to have been more than 20 days counting how many needles are in the tiny trash can in the cell.

Yeah.. the wolves here have spared no expense in trying to torture me in these cells.

It hasn't necessarily been anything that would physically hurt me because I'm stronger than this and I've been through a lot worse than this shit, but emotionally, I think I'm done.

I know that I told Dylan that I forgave him when he came to visit me earlier, but I didn't necessarily forgive him for what he's done.

I forgive him for being young minded, weak willed and easily influenced.

I was extremely hurt the first day when Dylan captured me and used our bond against me, but now I'm just extremely irritated with him.

Seeing how he hasn't necessarily been the one to cause me so much physically pain down here, it was a little easier to forgive his weak mindedness.

Shit, if I stayed angry at every single person who's ever captured and imprisoned me, I would be angry for 23 of the 24 hours in a day and that's just not something or someone that I want to be.

I've been through worse, so this wouldn't break me.

I wouldn't allow it to.

Just like I hadn't in the past.

The wolves here have visited me twice a day to bring breakfast and dinner, if you can actually call it that. Seeing how I've survived on a raw diet for the past 7 years, their cooked soup bull crap made my stomach turn everytime that I even attempted to eat it.

Which in turn has resulted in me denying the two meals a day they've given me.

Oh yeah and the needles, those are from whatever they injected me with the first day that I came here.

The day I thought would mark one of the best days of my life, the day I met Dylan in the forest by the Stone Waterfall underneath the shade of my favorite tree.

That was also the day that he deceived me and his freaking Gamma, injected something into my system that completely rendered me immobile and took Onyx away from me.

I haven't heard my Leopard's voice in 21 days..

It's been eerily quiet and lonely to say the least. I loved being alone don't get wrong, but this type of alone, I could never get used to.

The one thing I could thank my mate for was the fact that whatever they've been injecting me with since I've been here, hasn't completely taken away my mobility like the first day.

The doses are a lot less than what it was that first day.

At least now I can move around, painfully and with extreme difficulty, but I can move around.

The wolves that have been coming everyday with the shots and their form of punishment were apparently some young pups named Garrett and Theo.

Seeing them brought a mixture of emotions for me.

They made me miss my own family, my younger brother the most, but they also brought on that real ugly emotion for me, the one I've tried not to harbor.. rage.

Garrett and Theo thought it would be funny to try to break me down even more than they thought I was everytime they visited me.

They really weren't fond of the fact that I ruined their pack and put everyone in danger.

Of course I didn't try to explain myself to them, none of these wolves here listen to anything that I have to say anyways.

All they see is a feline shifter, that's stronger than them and an assumed judgement on what I've done to their pack, so staying quiet has been the way to go.

"I don't even know why my brother keeps you alive."

"What's the point of having you here anyways?"

"Alpha should just give you to the council. I'm sure they would find a better way to punish you."

"This punishment just seems dumb to me, but I can't question my brother about it."

"Your kind make me sick seriously. Feline shifters, what purpose do you even hold?"

"He says that he's an Alpha."

"If Dylan wouldn't have told everyone in the pack that no harm is to come of you, we would have taken pleasure in making you pay for what you've done."

The memories of Garrett and Theo's words play in my mind over and over. Their last statement made me laugh a little, which in turn made me wince in pain.

Yeah.. they didn't exactly follow Dylan's little rule about "no harm should come to me."

Apparently they thought that a few punches here and there, everyday wouldn't hurt much. Unfortunately for me, they did and I couldn't heal quickly without Onyx.

If I was at my strongest, even a fraction of the strength that I once held, I would have taken great pleasure in showing these little wolves here just what being an Alpha feline really meant.

If they thought that a few punches and kicks would break me physically, than they were sadly mistaken. The things that I've seen and dealt with over my solitary journey has been way more difficult to swallow than what they thought they were doing to me.

It was unbelievable when they went as far as to throw cat toys into my cell, like seriously?

Did they really think that I would actually play with a feather on a stick and chase a toy mouse around?

I almost threw in my mouth when they started flashing a laser on the cell wall, saying things "come on kitty kitty" and "get the light kitty kitty."

I wondered if they were as young as they acted. Complete immature, insensitive assholes.

Just like my mate....

Of all the wolves here, I thought my mate had come to his senses the day that he came to bring my "breakfast."

Day twelve of being down here, I caught a glimpse of his scent again and it made my heart full, but the moment he came into my cell, his eyes met mine as he took in my appearance, than he ran out just as fast as he came in.

Throwing the bowl of hot soup down, letting it splatter all over the cell floor, which didn't bother me because I wouldn't have eaten it anyways, but I wanted my mate in that moment.

I wanted to hold him, I wanted him to hold me again. To feel his arms around me one more time, to feel his chest flush against my back again. To know what his lips felt like pressed onto mine, to be able to inhale his scent again and allow it to calm the deepest of my fears, but none of that happened.

I was starting to feel hatred towards him and I didn't want to. I desperately didn't want to.

I don't hate him, no matter what he's done or hasn't done over these past 21 days.

"LIGHTS OUT!" The same warriors voice I've heard every night brought me out of my drowning thoughts as I watched the lights above me turn off.

I slowly got up from my spot on the floor and painfully made my way to the evil, evil bed provided for me. The only thing making this bed better was the fact that my mate gave me a mat, blanket and pillow.

Which by the way, smelled awful. The stench of these wolves here, drowned out the lingering scent of my mate on the bedding.

"Gods and Goddesses above, please help me find a way out of this." I pray again, just like every morning and every night.

Just like I had during all of my past moments of imprisonment.

Begging for some kind of help, any kind of help to come.

I don't necessarily have my hopes up for any help to come though.

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