Rise of my savior alpha

Episode 2

CHAPTER TWO

In its suffocation, the darkness, in the dampness, I felt it seep through my bones. I was trudging around in my cell, with the chains making noise against the metal, a strong reminder of my enslavement. "It can't keep happening this way," I said to my wolf. "We will be freed out of here, won't we?" My wolf's spirit stirred; her presence was a sweet balm to my body system. "We will rise above this, Juliet. We'll escape and make them pay."

Days ceased to hold significance; each day was another grating survival battle. Food and water came from the guards, barely enough sustenance for me. I felt weaker, my wolf weaker still, yet my spirit was invincible. "Don't give up, Juliet," my wolf encouraged. "We are strong. We will find a way." I called Elara's name; her loyalty and courage were rays of hope in this dark place. Together we would get out, and I would have those who hurt me pay.

Along the way, I went through my cell inch by inch, trying to figure out the weaknesses. The cell-like fortress-like stone walls looked strong and solid, but I had to try. "There has to be a way out," I muttered aloud, echoing in agreement with my wolf. The information Elara had given regarding the pack layout and guard patrols was priceless. I was plotting and planning my escape with frantic thoughts on strategies. Though these chains were holding me today, soon I would break them.

As I endured the last moments awaiting the verdict of the pack, I readied myself mentally for what lay ahead. "We'll face them together," my wolf whispered. "We'll show them our strength." Ryker's phrase reechoed in my mind, "Tomorrow, you'll face the pack's judgment." I knew it wouldn't be fair because the pack would be with Ryker and Marcus. But I was ready. I would confront them with my head held high.

I beheld the image of Marcus, the one with charming smiles and such well-chiseled features that draw a girl to him and send shivers down her spine. I remember the pain that came with discovering he was cheating and the betrayal that was not easy to scramble out of. "He doesn't deserve you," my wolf growled. "You're better off without him." I remembered turning down Marcus by hedging off being his mate. A power stand for one's self.

"Why did he do this to me?" I asked my wolf. Anger was boiling. "He's weak," she responded. "He's scared that he'll lose control." I promised myself to go to Marcus soon and put him on display in public for the pack. This was going to be my moment to shine and get myself on the pack's judgment as a way to show them all my strength. I was ready.

The wolf-bane drenched chains were really wearing me down. I could feel my strength fading away, my senses covered with an abstract object like a cloud. My wolf was still there, but it had been muted, like a distant echo. "This is getting worse," I murmured to my wolf. "I can barely feel you at all." The response from my wolf was weak but persistent, "Keep fighting, Juliet. We'll get through this."

The wolf-bane worked in strange ways. Some days were just awful; and days of occasional clarity and strength would come but pass swiftly. Most of the time, it was a watery weakness, as if drowning. I would struggle to remember my plan, to focus on the determination to escape. All the while, though, I knew I couldn't give up. I had to fight on.

It was like Elara's visits gave me hope. With each visit came tidings of the pack, of Ryker's plans. Her courage helped me, her loyalty even more so. I felt, more than ever, that I was just not alone; there were those who believed in me. "You're strong, Juliet," Elara said, her eyes shining with earnestness. "You can get through this." I grasped onto her words, allowing them to spur my determination.

The days only continued to grow more difficult. The wolf-bane was in full effect, and my body was growing weaker. I had to find a way to escape, and fast. I would not last much longer like this. The presence of my wolf was growing faint, and I feared losing her too. I set my teeth and burned with fierce determination. I would escape, come what may.

Then came the tension, and anticipation filled the atmosphere. I felt the entire pack judge me, Ryker's cruelty hanging over me from one side, Marcus's arrogance from the other. But I was prepared for them. I would stand tall before them. "We'll show them our strength," my wolf murmured. "We'll make them regret underestimating us." Anger against my enemies and bitterness against my obstacles strengthened my resolve.

I turned determinedly and schemed relentlessly, my brain racing with an assortment of plans. Elara's information proved crucial, and I knew I had to act swiftly. The matter of judgment was upon the pack and I had to be prepared. I would escape and avenge myself upon the people who had wronged me. My wolf surged forth, her force and fierceness combining with mine. We would rise above this, and we would prevail.

The chains might be keeping me for now, but soon I would be the one to shatter them. I would break those chains and unleash my wrath over anyone that dared wrong me. The pack's judgment would be my chance to be face-to-face with Marcus and let him show his real self. I was ready. I would face them all, head held high, spirit unbroken.

The hours wore on, dragging heavy and agonizing toward the pack's final judgment. Yet, fear was not to consume me. I would think of my plan, my escape, instilling in me the determination to bring Ryker and Marcus down. My wolf remained, a low hum of strength and fury.

I paced my tiny cell, and just outside, I heard the faintest sound of footfalls. My heart made a noise; I held my breath and tried to hear. The footsteps were light and showed the owner was careful, so I wondered who was coming to see me. Suddenly, a soft whisper broke through the door: "Juliet... tonight." My heart was dancing with joy and hope. Who was it, Elara? Another supporter? That whisper disappeared as soon as it had come, adding more questions to my mind than answers.

I swung around, searching the dark; a shiver of thrill, of hope ran down my spine. Maybe, just maybe, my escape was at hand. Then it came again, the softest whisper: "Tonight....”