The War

A New Place

Amber awoke from her unconsciousness, her eyes hesitantly opening. When her eyes finally flicked open all she saw was black,  and the feeling of something brushing up against her eye lashes made her eyes burn. Was she blindfolded?

Amber couldn't tell, but when she went to lift her hand to touch her face and remove whatever was blocking her eyesight her arms never budged. They were ramrod straight against her body, and when she fought against whatever was holding her, she felt the tension in her wrists, and her elbows. Did somebody tie her wrists and elbows together? That was strange.  She attempted to let her senses roam around wherever she was being held. She was obviously sitting upright, in a chair- potentially. Her ankles were crisscrossed and her arms tied tightly behind her back. She attempted to move her legs, to accomplish any kind of feeling that would potentially ground her to reality and not this fog she was experiencing. But with no luck her legs didn't move, making the anxiousness in her suddenly rise to the surface. She began to breathe heavily, tears threatening to spill as the deafening silence began to suffocate her. 

She tried to call out but felt her mouth go dry when she realized she had some sort of cloth in her mouth, this made her panic more. The room suddenly became full of her cries, and no longer silent. 

"Shhh... Little one." She heard a voice from far away attempt to soothe her. Realizing it wasn't somebody she knew she began to panic more. It had been a male voice, very strong, and thick with an accent. 

"I said calm down." He stated again, his voice now seeming bored. He had become much closer now. 

Amber took one deep shaky breath through her nose, her body beginning to shake as she felt nauseous.

"I'm going to remove the bag over your head, please close your eyes so the light doesn't hurt them." He stated, before Amber felt him get even closer. He felt so close to her, she could practically touch him. 

He quickly lifted the black cloth bag from over Amber's head, her big mass of curls ruffled. Amber overwhelmed by the position she was in, forgot to close her eyes. The sudden light making her eyes sting, she winced away when she heard the man sigh. When her eyes finally opened, it took a moment for her gaze to focus. She quickly looked around the room she was in, it was a small little gray room. One made of concrete, something she had never seen before. Her feelings were right, she was in a small metal chair, pushed up against a large metal table. Across the table sat a man, most likely in his early twenties. He had brown hair with small thin gold highlights through it. His hair was swept over on the top of his head, and his eyes a vibrant purple color. He wore a black t-shirt, and had a black rope bracelet around his wrist. Although Amber couldn't see him entirely she knew that he was heavily muscled as his chest appeared to be straining the shirt he was wearing, and his forearms had strong veins running through them. She had never seen another man like him. Her eyes opened wide, when she realized he had been watching her take him all in, a small smile playing on the corner of his lips. 

"Welcome." He stated, lifting his arms to gesture around the room they were in. "Do you know where you are?" He asked cautiously, leaning forward to watch Amber as she took in the area around her.  

Amber looked down at her lap, her white summer dress she had been wearing was in tatters around her shins. She could see on her shoulders that she had small bruises and scrapes. 

The man shook his head, a smile now appearing to take over his full face. "Casualties of getting you out of the forest." He stated. "Oh!" He started with surprise as he realized she still didn't have the ability to talk. He then leaned across the table and pulled the cloth gag from her mouth, throwing in on the floor to the side. 

Amber shook her head, and looked behind the man and at the glass. It only reflected herself, she had never seen something like that before and it began to overwhelm her. What is this place? She asked quietly. 

The man lit up, pushing out his chair and standing up. "I'm glad you asked!" He stated. Amber's face turned a candy red when she realized she hadn't asked that in her head, and had in fact asked it out loud. "You are currently in the bowels of the Walee pack, this is our interrogation room. A long labyrinth of hallways block you from the outside world." He walked around the small room, leaning over his metal chair. "My name is Chance, and I am your interrogator!" His voice becoming louder. 

Amber shrunk away from the man, as her ears began to ring. Her eyes open widely, and panic gripped her. 

Chance stopped in his tracks and his smile fadded. "Nononono, shhh calm down." He sat back down in the chair and attempted to touch Amber when she screamed and shrunk away from him. Chance sighed, and his shoulders fell. "Can you at least tell me who you are?" He asked quietly. 

Amber looked at him, her gaze steady. She began to think hard, her brain feeling like mush. "I-I don't know." Her voice dry and cracking. 

Chance, tilted his head to the side inspecting her. His ear piece in his ear began to buzz with a bunch of masculine voices. He willed them away and cleared his mind before he spoke again. "What do you mean you don't know?" He asked, as he looked at the little girl in front of him. He felt sorry for the girl, she didn't have to be restrained as much as the Hunters had tied her up, she was still a child. He attempted to sense her wolf and came up with nothing, she didn't even have any werewolf qualities to her. But he knew from the back of his mind there was noway she was a human, any insignificant human new to stay out of those woods. 

Amber held back a sob when the realization hit her, she didn't remember anything. She doesn't even remember her own name, or how old she was, or even how she got here in the first place. 

Chance picked up on her sudden distress and turned swiftly behind him, looking at the one way glass, and attempting to get sympathy from the men on the other side. Instead he got no response, and only saw himself in the reflection. He looked back at the little girl infront of him, she was so tiny and frail. Her large black curls overtook her, and looked like they were going to swallow the girl whole. Her hair had run all the way down her back, and her face had small cuts and dirt stains on it. He felt for this girl. "You are a werewolf, right?" he asked cautiously. 

Amber turned her attention back to him, her feet suddenly becoming numb from the pressure. "I-I think so." She stated, cautiously. Her memory failing her. 

Chance let out a sigh of relief, and he sat back in the chair. His ear piece began to buzz as the men once again filled his brain. He couldn't even think straight with the amount of people talking on the other end. He suddenly got up from where he was sitting, and walked over to the girl. She quickly recoiled from him, closing her eyes in fear. When he pulled out a small box cutter, he cut the ropes that bound the girl by the elbows and her ankles. He then quickly put his knife away and walked out the door. 

Amber shocked at the sudden release of pressure, quickly opened her eyes and began to move her feet attempting to get feeling back into them. She moved her shoulders as well the position she was in had begun to hurt her back. 

Chance suddenly came back into the room, a set look on his face. He came with an older woman, who quietly fell behind him. He stood in the corner of the room, and watched the elderly woman intently. 

The older woman quietly sat down in front of Amber, a small smile on her face. Amber saw that she had hair similar to her own, except it was white and was much more tamed than hers. The woman was wearing a large sun dress filled with neutral colors, and she had a large blue chunky necklace around her neck. The woman finally spoke, her voice much stronger than Amber had expected....

"Hello sweetie" she spoke quietly. "My name is Marzia, and I am a Witch. Will you allow me to help you?" She asked gingerly. 

Amber felt herself relax with this woman and caught herself nodding her head. 

Marzia quietly got up from where she was sitting and knelt down in front of Amber, her thin bony fingers stretching out to touch Amber's forehead, who quickly shrinked away before relaxing. She felt the warmth from the woman's fingers spread throughout her forehead and sent shock waves all the way down to her toes. Marzia closed her eyes, her smile fading as she began to focus and attempt to narrow her thoughts. Her hands began to shake, and her veins popped out of her arm as she struggled to delve into Amber's mind. Amber looked over at Chance in the corner who looked calm and collected, she felt her mind begin to tingle. 

Suddenly Marzia pulled away from Amber, a grave look on her face as she stared at the little girl. Her eyes suddenly widening as the realization hit her. The woman looked up at Chance, reluctance filled her core. "Her name is Amber, Delta." She stated quietly, "but that's all I could get from the child's brain. She tells the honest truth-" 

She was interrupted when Chance quickly waved her away with the movement of his fingers. She looked at the little girl next to  her one last time, before quickly exiting the room the door clicking shut behind her. 

Chance sighed internally in his brain, and his head rolled back against the concrete wall. He quietly sat down across form Amber, a stone expression on his face as he looked at the worried girl. He had removed his ear piece when he left the room to retrieve Marzia. He held his breath when the witch had read the little girl, he was fearful that she would discover the child was attached to a pack. If Marzia had discovered this, it would be instant death for the child regardless of her age. Chance wondered that even if Marzia had come up with something if he would have gone through with protocol, he felt attached to the girl for a weird reason. He thoroughly enjoyed her presence, and he knew that he would not have been able to be the one to execute her. 

He had to remember the child's name was Amber, and that by her name being Amber she had a family. She had some sort of history, it was just trying to figure out what that history was. He under no circumstances could get attached to her, as she could be potentially temporary. 

He suddenly stood up from where he was sitting, startling Amber, as he pushed his chair back and walked out of the small grey room and closed the door behind him. He walked down a small hallway, into another door that required his fingerprint to be scanned. When the door unlocked he walked into the small dark room and joined the other men as they watched the little girl on the other side of the glass. They began to attempt to make small talk about the girl, giving their explanations for her memory loss or ideas on her history when Chance interrupted them. 

"We are to make her a room in the prisoners quarters. She is not to be treated as a prisoner, and I will let the Alpha and his Beta know of this finding asap." Chance didn't stick around for the other guys to argue with him about his position on Amber. He opened the door, and ran down a much larger hallway running into Marzia on the way, who was walking back up to the surface of the pack house. 

When Marzia saw Chance run past her she attempted to call to him, waving her arms up and down trying to get his attention as he rounded the corner. She signed when he rounded the corner, and disappeared from sight. 

Chance was too busy with the thoughts on his mind to bother with the witch right now, and knew it was a death wish if he wanted to confront the Beta Caden about this issue as he was out in the woods dealing with the intruders on the land. He punched in a few keys to the elevator and hopped in quickly, headed to the top floor and the Alpha's headquarters. 

Marzia rounded the same corner and saw Chance as the doors of the elevator began to close, "Delta!" She called, as she quickly sped up her pace trying to catch him, "I have something to tell you!" She waved her arms, to get his attention. 

Chance being so caught up in his mind didn't even notice the witch until the elevator doors clicked closed.