Chapter 2

Spencer POV

My guard for the night left when he scented the newcomers, despite being a mile away from Silvermoon, he knew he had to go to help. The howls echoed through the camp, the younger prisoners had shrank into the shadows as if that could save them.

When the guard was no longer in sight I pulled against my chains, almost falling down once I heard them rip from the wall. A few gasps could be heard from the shadows. Hell everything was shadows, the only light available to us was the full moon overhead.

“If I don’t leave now then we will never escape this hell hole. I swear to you, I will return and rescue you all.” I placed my hand over my heart, solidifying my vow to them. I would rescue every single one of them and rip out the throats of those who did us wrong.

Feelings my eyes fill with tears I turned around. I opened door, in his panic the guard didn’t lock it after him, and disappeared into the night.

After being locked for years my lungs soon began to scream . Trying to put as much space between me and Silvermoon as possible.

I was captured at 17 one day before my 18th birthday, just before my wolf had appeared to me. An unknown man had drugged me and when I awoke I was shackled to a wall surrounded by other young women. Over the years there had been many of us but I was the only one left from that day, others had died or been sold to different packs as slaves or sex trafficked.

Guards eventually got lazy and spoke in hushed tones around me, despite my wolf not making herself known, I could still hear their conversations. Mentions of Silvermoon and Alpha Simon being the mastermind of this hell.

They also got handsy with the more attractive prisoners. They never touched me, once a new warrior was on guard duty and kept glancing at me. His partner got his attention and shook his head.

“Not that one, never that one.” He had said. The new guard looked confused but accepted it.

My skin was burning, being sliced by the trees as a raced through them. Not letting it slow me down I ignored the pain. A wolf howled behind me, the guard must have returned to find me gone.

I hope he finds me, he will finally feel the pain and suffering he put all those captured feel. I looked back as I heard paws following me, I was following my scent!!

Just as I was thinking of how to hide my scent, the moon goddess let me know she had a sense of humour. My feet fell from beneath me, crashing down a hill covering me in mud. The earth would hopefully cover some of my scent.

Then the wolf did the same, as he fell he shifted into his human form. Unfortunately for him but very fortunate for me, he survived the fall. I heard him cough and whimper in pain. A sadistic smile found it’s self crawling up my face. Turning to face the guard, I grabbed the sharpest branch I could find and sliced his arms and legs, slowly making my way to his heart.

The look on his face was priceless, realising that he was at my mercy. My smile grew as I cut around his heart, plunged my hand into his chest and ripped out his heart. The light in his eyes was instantly gone, his head slumped and his face forever stuck in the last expression he will ever make.

Kneeling in his blood I threw the heart away and wiped his blood onto his clothes. My dress was already disgusting having mixed mud and blood, I didn’t want to have my hands covered too.

In the distance I heard the pounding of paws, not knowing if they were from Silvermoon or the attackers, I got up and ran.

After what felt like hours, realistically was only around 10 minutes, I found myself in a clearing and collapsed. My energy spent from using my strength to release myself and get some revenge.

I felt tears from earlier creep back into my eyes and I felt them fall, silently weeping for the lost years, my missing peers and the women I left behind.

I stiffened as a new smell surrounded me, a scent of cedar and coffee as mouth watering as it was dangerous. I acknowledge the newcomer and forced more tears down my face.

A felt them draw closer and the the crack of a branch. I turned my heard ready to attack if needed. I looked up and locked eyes with the stranger, his green eyes locked onto mine. Then they moved to my body, there was no hunger in his eyes only shock and concern.

“My name is William, who are you?” He spoke in a soft but stern voice.