His Broken Luna

Trusting The Enemy

I woke up to water being splashed on my face. I'm looking around the room. A basic white room with bright lights, grey tiles on the floor, no windows except for the one small one that's on the door and there's a metal table not far from me. The smell of alcohol is lingering around me. Above my head sitting in a chair with the back of the chair near his chest is a muscular man with black hair, green eyes, straggly beard and a scar over his left eye. His scar kinda reminds me of Scar from Lion King. He's grin is freighting because it's not very pleasant. "Good morning sleepy head, are you ready to play?" I try moving but the straps are holding me down tight, rattling as I try to move. He begins to walk over to the table "Hm, no answer? That's fine I'll still enjoy this." He continued on grabbing something off of the table and walking over to me. "This shall be fun." He says as he holds the hammer and smashes it on my wrist. Screaming in pain he just smiles down enjoying what he just caused. "Just what I wanted to hear. But let's make this more interesting shall we?"

He places the hammer down and comes to my head with a blindfold and places it over my eyes. I hear him begin to walk back over to the table again picking something else up. There's something metal on my finger, but before I can register what it may be he snaps my ring finger breaking it. I scream in pain again and yet he's laughing again. "I can't kill you, yet but I can torture you." He promises, yet he has no clue I'm more powerful than he thinks. He just has no clue. I begin to go to the safe place in my head, where I'd always go when my dad would punish me. It's when my mom was still alive and everyone was happy. Not a care in the world while we were at the zoo. It's how I managed to survive all the abuse my dad did to me. It'll be what keeps me going now. And these men will pay once I'm done, I will come for them.

After a few broken bones and a few punches by this unknown man I end up blacking out from the pain. I have no clue how long I was out for but I woke up back in the cell and chained to the shackle once again. From what Ally was telling me they use silver on wolves and it'll burn your skin, so I'm assuming this isn't silver but iron. My eye feels swollen shut there's make shift casts on the limbs and digits that are broken. So there's someone else working for Kierans' dad? Or maybe the man who smells of alcohol? Does this other person feel bad? Is that why some of my injuries are cared for? Or is it just their job? Either way I'm getting out of here, never looking back at this place or that pack again. I'll just go somewhere west. Start a new life completely, I'll just have to go back to my dads to get my car and bank card. I have a couple thousand saved so I'll be okay. Maybe cut my hair and color it differently. Try to make myself look less like myself. If that's even possible. "I'm working on healing us love." Neoma chimes in my head. "Neoma? Is that really you?" "Yes why wouldn't it be?" "I thought you left me! I couldn't reach you or feel you! I have no clue what's going on. But I do know Kierans' father is behind this, why I got adopted out, our parents, our pack everything! He even said that Kieran would reject us because we are broken!" "Shh just rest don't worry about anything right now. The Moon Goddess has a plan, we'll be okay soon enough. Let me heal us and you just rest. I won't leave you, but whatever they gave us when they took us kept me suppressed and then whatever they gave us before didn't help anything, but I was there I just couldn't reach you or heal us yet I wasn't strong enough. I am sorry love." "Neoma it is fine, I just want to get out of here. I love you." "I love you too just rest now." And with that I begin to settle back into the makeshift bed. The pain is bad so I'm not comfortable yet just laying here trying to forget about it.

Once the pain has subsided from Neoma healing us I was always to drift off into sleep. But I didn't sleep long before I heard the door at the end of the cells open up and soft foot steps heading my way. Soon enough I saw a tall man standing at my cell door. He was maybe 6'5", short hair that was lighter in color, he has some muscles but not much. "I brought you food. I hope you'll like it." He says kindly before sliding the tray to me, "I can't stay long right now. But when I come back for your tray I'll look over your injuries and change out any bandages that will need to be changed. I made meatloaf, green beans and mashed potatoes. I also brought you a glass of coffee. I wasn't sure if you liked creamer and sugar, but I did add some to the tray so you could add it yourself." "Thank you. But can I ask why you're being nice?" I ask him. "When I get back, if I don't get back I won't be able to come back." He replies before heading off.

"Neoma do you think we can trust him?" "He was a lot nicer than these other asshats. So I would, but don't trust him too much. Try to get a feel for him first. Plus I cannot smell anything that would hurt us in the food, so eat we both could use the strength." And with that I began to eat. Actually enjoying the meal. I added some creamer and sugar to my coffee. I began to nurse my coffee, I wanted this to be able to last.