Locked Away Lycan

Chapter 3

"Shouldn't you be in bed?" Mike asks as he peeks into my cell to check on me like the guards are supposed to do at night. Every night at nine o'clock they turn off the lights in the cells indicating it's time for everyone to sleep, the only light in the dark cells is what peeks in through our tiny barred window from the dim hallway lights. Right now I'm sitting on the floor leaning against a wall just staring up at the blank ceiling deep in thought.

"What were you told about me?" My voice is barely a whisper but I know he can hear me due to his excellent supernatural hearing, all supernaturals have much stronger senses than humans. I take my gaze off the ceiling to look at Mike who seems a little confused as to why I would ask such a thing.

He purses his lips. "Well I was told to be wary of you, that you are a crazed murder that doesn't have a single shred of humanity left and you love to play sick mind games with guards and anyone else you can possibly get close to here." I humorously laugh at the lack of information taught to him.

"Of course that's all they told you, Larry makes sure to not tell anyone the full story in case the guard was to feel any sort of sympathy towards me." Mike furrows his brows at my words.

"Um I should check on the other prisoners." He starts to walk away but I stop him.

"Your first day you told Larry you wanted to know about who you'll be dealing with and you'll be dealing with me til you quit working here or til you die because I'm going to be stuck here for all eternity." Any experienced guard would've just snorted at what I said and walked off completely ignoring me but not Mike. He intensely looks at me internally struggling whether to leave or satisfy his curiosity of the supposed insane lycan that hasn't shown an ounce of aggressiveness in his presence. Taking a deep breath I ready myself to speak a little bit about what happened in the past, already dreading the horrible emotions it could possibly bring up.

I let out a sigh. "Believe it or not but I used to be the most shy and docile girl you could ever meet." Memories of how I used to be are almost unbelievable to even me it seems like that sweet girl is dead and replaced with a completely different person, a person who is cruel and doesn't feel a single ounce of guilt for all the lives she's taken. "Sixty years ago I went on vacation in Hawaii and met the most breathtakingly gorgeous man on the beach who just so happened to be my mate."

"You have a mate?" Mike is stunned at the news now wondering if I had a mate then why hasn't he ever came to see me or why I have never mentioned him.

A real tear drops down my cheek as I continue my true story. "His name is Jared, a strict alpha who was very stern with everyone except me, he was very sweet and gentle with me, treating me as if I'm some fragile flower that would break with one wrong move or word. He would do anything and everything for me, we loved each other so much and we ever marked each other the first night we met." Days of the two of us going out on dates and happily chasing each other in the woods flashes in my mind. "It only took a few hours to destroy me. One night after dinner he walked me from his house to the guest house next door where my family and I was staying. As we were saying our good nights to each other a whole army of rogues surrounded us, one of my brothers hide me in a secret hatch in the house while everyone else fought, including Jared." My mouth goes dry at the horrid memory. "Hours later when the sounds of fighting stopped I went outside an-and everyone was dead." I choke out as a sob threatens to escape. "Jared was laying on the grass bleeding heavily but still breathing, sadly he was dying and there was nothing I could do to help him so I laid down cuddling up to him til he died then my lycan took over wanting revenge for our mate's death."

"So it's true if a lycan's mate dies then they go insane." He whispers out with sad yet shocked features. Everyone knows what happens to lycans when their mate dies but it's never spoken about, and never confirmed whether it's true or not because if was confirmed then it would be easy to take down what's left of the lycan race.

I take my eyes off Mike and stare straight ahead of me at the blank wall. "If wanting rogues dead for murdering an entire pack, my family and my amazing mate is insane then yes I guess you could say I really am crazy." Wiping at my falling tears a weak smile covers my face. "Werewolves kill rogues everyday without remorse but when I killed them I was locked up for it. Imagine having everyone you ever loved and a happy future ripped away from you in a matter of a few short hours cause that's what happened to me and why I had to go after all those rogues that attacked." I leave out the part that I viciously tore apart any rogue not just those involved in the attack, revenge for what happened is something understandable so he won't judge me harshly about it, if anything he'll feel bad that I was locked away cause I was getting revenge. Slowly I use my trembling hands to help push myself up from my sitting position so I'm standing, with a tear stained face I go to the small window and place both hands on the bars looking straight into Mike's eyes trying to gauge his thoughts on my true sob story.

"Tragedy can make anyone go to the extreme to get revenge especially when it comes to mates. Honestly I probably would've done the same if all that happened to me."

I want to rejoice that he understands my crimes and is one step closer to trusting me but strong emotions from reliving that night consume me. "Do you think I'm incredibly dangerous like Larry makes me out to be?" He purses his lips tilting his head a little taking a good look at my pitiful self.

"I can't say if you are or not, I haven't saw you show any violent tendencies but you're well known for being a vicious murder only allowed to live because it's against supernatural laws to kill a lycan unless it's self defense. You can't even be let out of isolation because all the superiors are afraid you'll slaughter anyone." He states the last part sounding like it's something he's memorized from Larry telling him.

I sigh. "They don't let me out because there are rogue prisoners everywhere and in truth I would obviously be a danger to them, my lycan despises them and she's not exactly someone easy to control." I lie, if they did let me around people I guarantee you half the beings in this entire prison would be dead in a day no matter what race they are along with the all the guards. My body tingles in excitement wanting blood all over me and hear the screams of death. I seriously am a f****d up being.

"If that's the only reason then why is that the guards have to be warned to stay away from you cause you'd rip us apart?" He raises a brow in question thinking he's caught me lying in some way.

A small sigh leaves my mouth. "Larry and some of the others say that cause honestly more than once they've caught me and a guard sleeping together and they obviously don't want prison employees f*****g inmates." I bit my lip looking up at Mike seductively through my thick lashes making him gulp as his eyes slighty darken showing he wants me at the moment. Not to sound conceited but I am hot, long black hair that reaches my waist, bright blue eyes, D cup boobs, a tiny waist, pretty generous hips, plump pink lips and thick black eye lashes. The part about me sleeping with guards is true but I left out that during or after I'd brutally kill and partially mutilate the guard.

Mike shakes his head bringing himself out of his trance then clears his throat. "Well, uh, I guess you better go to sleep, it's already midnight." Quickly he turns around nearly running to get away from me, my last words to him worked cause I saw the tent starting to grow in those pants.

Smirking I saunter away from the door and plop down on my hard mattress, laying with my ankles crossed and hands behind my head I let my sorrow for my lost mate take over, letting tears flow down my face. I stare up at the many drawings I've placed on the ceiling above my bed looking for some sense of calm that I rarely get to experience. It may sound cheesy but the drawings are incredibly detailed pictures of the sky which is something I haven't seen or felt on my skin in fifty years and I have to admit I do miss it, my dark prison cell matches the darkness of my heart. My lycan growls at them, since she can't come out she wants no reminder of any form of nature, it infuriates her more than she already permanently is.

The thought of the werewolf king's so called offer plays in my mind taking away some of the sadness. I would still be treated like a prisoner if I took the offer but there would be chances of being in the sun and under the moonlight, he might even not have a witch spell me so I could shift again and let my lycan out to enjoy it. It's a very tempting deal to most but it's too sudden of an offer, that king has never spoken or met me before so there has to be some kind of secret agenda behind it or he's just plain dumb enough he seriously believes he can keep me in line. I want out of here so I can bathe in rogue blood like he mentioned but I'm not stupid enough to fall for whatever scheme he has in mind another thing is why would the council allow that? They have seen many lycans who lost their mates over the years and know it's impossible to bring back any shred of sanity, even though they hope I get my sanity back, so why would they let a young arrogant king who is possibly weaker than me take me out of this hell hole? With so many questions swirling around in my head it took hours before I was able to finally slip into a restless sleep.

Sitting on my bed watching The Hills Have Eyes, a very gory movie, I hear someone in the hall stop in front of my door. Taking a quick whiff of the air I internally groan, it's Larry, ignoring his unwanted presence I continue watching my movie. If they want me to be normal then it's a terrible idea to give me a tv where I can watch horror movies you think they'd censor what I watch but nope they are too stupid to even think of an idea like that. Something hard suddenly hits the back of my head, growling I swiftly hop to my feet glaring at an amused Larry. In seconds I'm at the barred window snapping my elongated teeth at him and have my elongated claws out trying to swipe at him, he laughs as he stands barely out of my reach taunting me. Not liking being mocked a vicious snarl comes from my throat my eyes flash to the golden color of my lycan's as she fights with everything in her to come out.

"Finally you let your true colors show. Bet it's been exhausting for you acting like a charity case and a w***e all the time, well actually you are a whore." I growl at him. "It's time to teach you another lesson about your little tricks."

As soon as he says that four more guards appear. Knowing what's about to happen I take a few steps back then get into a defensive stance as they unlock my door snickering at my bravery when I'm out numbered. When the men step into the cell I immediately charge at them using all my strength, catching them off guard I start slashing my claws into their chests, one man manages to kick me in the face knocking me back. Letting out a roar I lunge at him going straight for his throat, quickly he ducks down making me go flying past him into the hall. Leaping to my feet I spin around to see the four guards rushing at me, they easily tackle me to the ground, blindly I s***h and bite in a frenzy as the smell of their blood penetrates my nose along with the painful sounds of grunts. I scream in rage as I feel a syringe being plunged into one of my legs a guard is somehow managing to hold in place. Energy starts quickly draining out of my body, when the guards are satisfied that I'm not fighting as hard they pick me up. The disgusting guards grab both of my arms holding me in place as I weakly struggle against them, Larry walks forward popping his knuckles grinning like a maniac. This isn't the first nor will it be the last time this happens, whenever a new guard pops up and I try tricking them into trusting me Larry eventually tries to 'put me in my place'.

Not wanting the disgusting being to come any closer I kick up both of my legs somehow landing a blow to his plump gut, he growls completely outraged while I snarl back at him continuing my kicking even though he is no longer within my reach. Sticking one hand forward he grabs hold of one of my ankles painfully twisting it, a scream leaves my throat as a cracking sound is heard, I'm pretty sure the fucker broke a bone, he loses focus for a second happy that he hurt me and I use that to my advantage by kicking him in the face. I cackle when I hear his nose crunch. His hands automatically fly up to his nose before they turn completely red as his own blood flows over them, damn guess I pissed him off a little too much I think as he gives me a death glare, taking one hand off his nose he reaches into a pocket pulling out a freshly sharpened knife, panicking I use all my strength to try to throw the guards off me but they won't budge so I can only resort back to kicking hoping to somehow get Larry to back off. This time Larry doesn't bother dodging the kicks flying at him, his rage is making his body numb to the pain so he can't feel the powerful blows I'm sending him, the guy isn't even stumbling back.

"STOP!" Everyone freezes at the booming, powerful, authoritative voice, even I stop and become stiff. Larry dangerously glares at me once last time wiping the blood off his face then turns to face the man that yelled. My head tilts as I watch his face drain of all color and his whole body starts shaking in fear making me smirk, I can feel the guards holding me shaking as well their hands have gone cold and sweaty but they keep their grip tight on my arms. With a loud growl I use the chance to throw the guards off me making sure they hit the wall hard enough to knock them out, snarling I go to attack Larry. "I said stop!" The man commands again. For some reason I obey and take a few steps away from the man I desperaty want to slaughter but I do keep my teeth bared at Larry not taking my glare off him for a second in case he tries to come at me again.

I hear the man stop just a few feet away from us but I don't dare take my eyes off the man I've been waiting to kill for the last fifty years. "S-sir! I-it's an ho-honor to me-meet yo-you." Larry stutters out his shocked and terrified face is satisfying to both my lycan and I, something we've never had the previlage to witness.

"I came here to ask a prisoner some questions however I never in my wildest dreams imagined I'd see four guards hold a woman in place so another guard could beat her." The voice sounds cold and angry, sweat starts forming on Larry's face.

Larry gulps and clears his throat. "This is a crazed beast not a woman and she attacked me first." At his lie I growl at him in warning.

The man snorts. "That's one of the worst lies I've ever heard, considering these cells are supposed to remain locked and never opened how would she attack you first? What really happened?" He demands with a voice so powerful it sends shivers down my spine.

"Sir this monster lies and tries to seduce new guards so she can lure them into a trap to brutally kill them, I wanted to teach her not to mess with the new guard she's been trying to trick."

"If someone is stupid enough to listen to a prisoner to the point they can be lured into their prison cell then they shouldn't work here. For your actions you and the four others are fired." Larry falls to his knees with wide eyes. "That's not all, for the crime of assault on a lycan you all will receive a short jail sentence."

My head whips in the direction of the man shocked that he actually fired the asshole and is going to lock him up, nobody really cares what the guards do to the prisoners. I completely stiffen, having just now noticed the incredibly strong aura emanating from him, slowly my eyes roam over his body, it's obvious this man just came from some sort of meeting since he's wearing expensive black dress pants, a white button up that's pulled tight over his lean muscular chest and arms with a loose black tie, his skin is slightly tanned, dark black hair that almost hangs in his eyes, when I look into his grey eyes I start to panic. No no no! This can't be happening.

A sharp pain goes right through my heart as I back away from the man, it feels like millions of needles are continuously stabbing it, letting out a whimper tears fall from my eyes as I drop to the ground clutching my chest. The man rushes forward, he kneels down to help me but I s***h at him then growl, fighting the pain in my chest I scramble into my cell and slam it shut wanting to be as far away from him as possible. Taking a few deep breaths I frantically crawl into the corner next to my bed feeling his intense gaze on me the entire time. In a crazed trance my hands fly to my head as I start to rock back and forth. No, I can't have another mate, it's not possible! I don't deserve or want a second one especially the leader of all Lycans, Elijah Silver.