The Apple Of His Eye

Chapter 2 Taken

Kaylee's POV

"Wake up, Kaylee," my mom said nervously as she shook me to wake up. I was confused, and I didn't know what was happening. "Our village is under attack by the rogue wolves. You need to run away as far as you can." She threw my grey hooded sweatshirt on my bed. "Where's Dad?" I asked. "He left about an hour ago to fight off the rogues. Before he left, he told me that the rogues wouldn't get this far into the village," she said with worry in her voice. My dad was Captain of the village warriors. He was in charge of patrolling our borders. "Hurry, put your shoes on," my mom demanded. I rolled out of bed, still half asleep. My mind was trying to make sense of what was happening. "You need to go out the back gate so no one will see you. Try to run up the mountain to your Aunt Kelly and Uncle Brandon's house. Your Dad and I will meet you there." my mom instructed. She quickly hugged me to her chest. " I love you, Kaylee girl. Be brave and never forget you are a descendant of the white wolves." We said a prayer to God and asked him to protect us. Our family doesn't believe in the Moon Goddess. We only believe in the one true God. 

My mom walked with me out of the back door and down to the gate. "Oh, don't forget your flashlight and cell phone," she whispered. I turned around and ran back into the house. Good thing I had charged my phone last night. So many times, I forget and have a 4% battery. I needed my flashlight because my werewolf abilities are limited. My eyesight at night is terrible. Since I had just turned 18 years old, I hadn't been able to shift into my wolf form yet. My parents kept telling me to be patient, but this was an emergency. I quickly grabbed my flashlight and ran back to the gate. Terror filled in my mom's eyes as she screamed, "Kaylee, run!" Just then, a rogue jumped out from behind a tree, in the same direction as I was about to run into. She pushed me away and started shifting into her wolf form. I just stood there in shock, unable to move. What was I going to do? I couldn't leave my mom to fight off her attacker alone. However, she did tell me to run away. Leaving my mom was not an option. I frantically looked around, trying to find some weapon to use. In the firewood pile, I spotted a large stick we used to stoke the fire with. I grabbed the stick and ran toward the two wolves fighting.

My mom has the most beautiful wolf form. She has pure white fur, which I am told is very rare. I love to nuzzle my face on her back and smell her sweet smell. But now, the sight in front of me was unfolding a gruesome tale. Her fur was streaked red from all the blood. I couldn't tell if it was her blood or the rogues' blood. Running toward them at full speed, I speared the rogue in the side with my stick. Using all my might, I pulled the stick out and started hitting him in the head as hard as I could. All I could hear was my mom's ear-piercing yelps. The rogue had his jaws around her throat. I just kept fighting and hitting like a madwoman to get him off of her. Lonely silence fell over the area. My mom wasn't making any more noise. I turned around to see the rogue spit her lifeless body out of his mouth. Her carotid artery had been slit, and she was bleeding out right in front of me. The site was too much for me to handle. Sinking to the ground on my knees, I started screaming, "Mom, no!" Then I heard loud growling coming from all around me. Closing my eyes, I waited for my own demise.

"Don't touch her!" a loud voice boomed. "She will bring good money for us at the slave market." the slimy voice said. This rogue was bigger than the other and spoke with more authority. His fur was grey and black and matted from lack of grooming. One of the rogues surrounding me tied my arms behind my back. His stench alone was overpowering me. Drool was dripping down each side of his mouth. He looked like he was starving and wanted to eat me. Pulling the ropes that bound me, he dragged me down the street to an old warehouse. Opening the door, he shoved me inside. The warehouse used to be an olive factory. I can't stand that smell since I'm not too fond of olives. It was cold, dark, and damp inside. Once my eyes adjusted, I saw a chair in the corner of the room. I figured it was better than the icy floor. I sat on something hard. Then I remembered that I had my cell phone in my back pocket. Thank goodness the GPS was on, so my Dad could come and find me. I could hear the guards mumbling outside the door. This was the worst night of my life, and it wasn't even over yet.

I was still wearing my pajamas under my sweater. While sitting on the chair, I brought my knees up to my chest. One reason was to keep warm, and the other was I was trying to comfort myself. I closed my eyes to try and let my mind process everything that happened. Where is my Dad? Is he even alive? My Mom sacrificed herself for me, and I still got caught.