HOWL OF LOVE

CHAPTER TWO

Cheryl hated this

She hated the unfairness in this world.

How her pack was ruthlessly destroyed by another pack, which they hadn't even had any issues with.

“Can I see your Alpha? I need to speak with him." Cheryl yelled, banging loudly on the door of the dungeon she was locked up in.

The dungeon gates, which were made with silver, burned her, but she bore it, acting like the sizzling off of the palms of her hands wasn't painful enough.

Cheryl had been experiencing heightened amounts of emotions ever since she had watched her pack being decimated like they were livestock, so right now, she wasn't caring about the possibility of being killed.

“Shut up, lady,” the dungeon warden said to her in a gruff voice. He was not one bit patient with Cheryl.

Cheryl gritted her teeth angrily, ignoring the blood flowing out of her forehead because of the fierce battle between her and a large group of warrior werewolves.

“I want to speak with him; call him now,” she said, trying to use her Alpha voice, but it failed.

Her pack had been destroyed by another Alpha, so technically she was not an Alpha, not now.

An Alpha without a pack was useless, no different from a rogue who had no pack.

And now she was one.

The dungeon warden chuckled noticing what she had done. “Hah, you think that you are still a high-level Alpha?” He asked in a scornful tone, “You are now a prisoner of war, the property of the blue full moon pack.” He added in a derisive tone.

Cheryl sank to the floor, a sob escaping her lips as she huddled together, her hands holding onto her lap tightly.

She bit her lips, staring at the small window that was the only source of light in the dingy and damp dungeon.

She missed her pack, she missed the familiar cheerful face, she missed all her friends and Elder Fauna too, and above all, she missed her parents.

“I'm sorry, Mom and Dad, I failed your legacy; I'm such a disgrace to the Winter's bloodline.”

She whimpered, tears rolling down her cheeks, torrent after torrent.

…

In the large cold-looking office, except for the sounds of a pen nib scratching furiously on the paper, there was also the sound of feet shuffling nervously.

Kaine looked up for the umpteenth time and glared at his beta. “Can you stay still for a moment?”

“Sorry Alpha,” Malachi replied, shifting his butt uneasily on the seat. “But this is the third warning from the council,” he added.

Kaine dropped the pen on the paper quietly, looking at Malachi with raised eyebrows. “And you think I care about those groups of stuffy old people?” He asked

Malachi shook his head. “It's not about that Alpha, but they aren't happy that you suddenly destroyed the Striding Wolf pack.”

“I don't give a f**k what they think about me and what I am doing; they should shove their stupid old ass traditions up their ass; what's the need of keeping a treaty when the other packs barely keep them?” he spat angrily, a faraway look in his eyes.

Malachi lowered his head, knowing that his Alpha was probably remembering terrible things that had happened in the past.

“What about the thing I asked you to handle?” Kaine suddenly asked, startling Malachi.

Malachi was shocked because he didn't expect Kaine to ask about it.

Trying to stifle his smile, Malachi bit his inner cheek wall. “I sent her back to the pack safely and apologized too.”

“Apologize? It's not our fault that she was in the wrong place at the wrong time,” Kaine scoffed.

“What about the prisoner?” Kaine asked; the look in his eyes had changed to something Malachi found hard to decipher.

“She's still clamouring to see you; the Wardens are already getting annoyed with her,” Malachi answered, earning a chuckle from Kaine.

Kaine played with the sleek black fountain pen, a smirk on his face. “A bloodline of the winters...interesting.” He whispers; the glint of excitement in his eyes sends a shiver down Malachi's spine.

Suddenly a bright smile broke out on Kaine’s face. “Since our prisoner wants to see me, then no problem; after all, it's courtesy that, as an Alpha, I need to greet every guest on Packlands... but our prisoner might have to wait for a little bit longer.”

…

Was it already a week, or 2 months, or perhaps 1 year?

Cheryl didn't know for how long she had stayed in this horrible place.

She had tried keeping count, but around 3 days later, she had lost count.

Every day was a nightmare for her, a very realistic one at that.

Many days without food or water, companionship or someone to talk to, and she was already feeling like she was going crazy.

Her wolf was an Alpha wolf, which was usually strong, but sometimes Alphas also had their limits and weaknesses.

At first, she had clamoured to meet their Alpha, but it was all in vain.

She was now tired of talking and asking.

As usual, Cheryl lay on the cold, wet floor of the dungeon, listening to the faint sounds of water dripping on the dungeon floors.

The sudden cracking of the chain blocking the silver gates surprised her, but she didn't move an inch.

If it were before, she would have hurriedly stood up, but now she had no zeal left in her anymore.

“Stand up, prisoner; the Alpha is finally here to see you; aren't you happy now?” The warden said in a sarcastic tone, pulling her up to her feet roughly.

“Be careful and don't underestimate her; she is an Alpha werewolf." Another of the wardens reminded him, but he just scoffed

“One without a pack? She's as weak as an omega now.”

Cheryl was roughly pulled out of the dungeon.

Outside the dungeon were just corridors that led somewhere, and Cheryl was pulled towards an office by the two Wardens.

Immediately the door of the office opened, and the first thing Cheryl noticed was the huge handsome man who was seated carelessly on the seat, and then her eyes shrank at that startling feeling at the pit of her stomach as the both of them exclaimed

“Mate”

“Mate”