The Alpha's Prisoner

The Final Test

Tyson

Tyson had spent the entire night going through all the documents on government facilities he could find, but there was just too many. He had narrowed it down to fifty possible places. If only he knew why they held her, he thought at least then he could find more criteria that could narrow down the list. The sun began to rise as he peered out the large window. A new day already.

“Can I come in”

Queen Mary’s voice was muffled by the door. Tyson stalked over, opening it to find his worried mother. She was pushing a breakfast trolley and briskly passed him to place It in the centre of the room.

“I’m not hungry”

Tyson’s voice was hoarse. He hadn’t had anything to eat or drink since his mate’s disappearance. He was fuelled by worry and desperation. The Queen gave him a small smile before rounding on one of the war room chairs.

“How is the search going?”

“Not well”

Tyson walked towards the chair opposite his mother, grabbing a bagel and a coffee from the breakfast trolley as he passed. He sat down heavily as he stared at the papers in front of him.

“If only I knew why they locked her up, maybe then I could narrow it down some more”

“It had to do with what happened the other day didn’t it?”

Tyson nodded his head, but how could that help. He didn’t understand what power she had or what had even happened. They would only require a gag and she would no longer pose a threat.

“Do you know if she is still alive?”

He shot a disapproving glare at his mother’s question. The idea that his mate could be dead was something Tyson could not bear to think. Of course, she’s alive. She must be. He’d feel if he had lost the connection. Wouldn’t he?

“All I am saying is if she is alive, it must be for a reason. To test perhaps. An interrogation would have yielded no results as she is unfamiliar with this world. So, they must be doing physical experiments. Since her power has to do with her voice, they’d have to test it in a controlled environment where they are safe from her power”

Tyson shot up at his mother’s suggestion. This could work. All the facilities with their prisons close to the business areas would be ruled out. Facilities with modern structures were too weak. After seeing the destruction Sarah had done to Derek’s establishment, they’d need something old and well built. Facilities that had both laboratories and prisons, so they had somewhere to hold her and somewhere for sample testing.

Tyson began crossing off prison after prison as he worked on his new criteria. He was so close now. Narrowing it down to ten likely suspects. Still too many. Matilda would have to use a map to sensory teleport to the facility before searching each cell for Sarah. If she had to search all ten facilities it would take all day. Sarah mightn’t have that long.

“Good morning”

Tyson turned to find King Jeremy beaming, striding quickly through the door. He stopped at the breakfast table and grabbed some bacon and a muffin before coming to the pile of papers in front of Tyson. Just behind him followed Mathew and then Matilda. Tyson motioned towards Matilda for her to come to the table.

“When you felt Sarah’s powers, was there anything specific that could tell you what they were?”

“Ummm perhaps. It’s difficult to perceive those things, I don’t know how accurate it would be”

“That’s fine just tell us”

Tyson stood and gestured for her to sit on the war room chair. She accepted gingerly, closing her eyes. The whole room was quiet in anticipation. Remembering a memory is hard enough, but remembering an aura was so much harder.

“I’m not sure. There is so much that I don’t recognise… Perhaps… Perhaps transmorphic. It’s similar to the ability that allows you guys to transform into wolves and vampires into bats. But hers doesn’t feel as complete. A partial transformation”

Tyson nodded in contemplation. The room remained silent, hoping for more.

“It is more similar to vampires in a way, large transformation and extensions in the back”

“Like wings?”

Matilda shot up as Tyson spoke, as if she had been asleep. That was something, they were getting there. Tyson turned towards the papers, contemplating how he could use this. Surely, they must know what she is, so one of the keyways to test her would be to activate her transmorphic abilities.

“They need height”

Everyone turned to Mathew as he spoke.

“That is if they’re doing it the vampiric way. To force their transformation vampires will jump from high places so their instincts will take over and will have an immediate connection to their abilities. It’s much faster than our methods anyway”

Everyone except Matilda nodded in agreement as they remembered their many gruelling months out in the wilderness. Forced to the brink of starvation so that their connections with their wolves could grow stronger.

Tyson quickly moved towards the papers, throwing them out one by one until they came to only three viable options. This could work. Tyson handed the three blueprints to Matilda and she began to study them. Pulling out the large map, Tyson began marking the three locations before handing that too to Matilda.

Matilda closed her eyes. This was it; they were almost there.

Sarah

“Good Morning, Sarah”

I kept still; my eyes closed. I didn’t want to be awake. The anticipation of the new test made me so nervous I couldn’t move. Senator Fayron began tapping on the metal bars with his stick. I really hated him.

“Go get her. I think you’ll need this”

I heard the cell door open. Maybe this was it, my chance to escape. I tensed as I prepared for my opportunity. I felt the guard begin to walk towards me, he was so close now.

I jumped up. The guard grabbed me. Dammit, he was strong. He quickly pinned me down and shoved a cloth into my mouth and began tying it behind my head. Soon I was cuffed, the shackles were removed, and I was being dragged out of the cell.

“I see you’re quite feisty today. Slept on the wrong side of the bed?”

I scowled towards the Senator. His smirk was fowl, so much worse than his usual. What was he up to? Surely this next test cannot be as bad as the last.

We continued down the hall and began down a long spiral staircase. It felt like forever circling in the darkness before we reached the bottom. The hallway was pristine white and smelt heavily of detergents. This was getting ridiculous. How much more did they need from me? Finally, we rounded towards a door. Fayron pushed it open and gestured for me to enter. I scowled at him, refusing to move, but the guard pushed me forward into the room.

Wait.

It was a surgical room. I recognised everything from my time studying as a doctor. What kind of test was this? The doctors stared at me shocked, everything was prepped ready for surgery.

But who’s.

Surely not…

“I just wanted you to see before we began. You mightn’t be able to walk, possibly even move, and speak after this. So I decided to give you one last feel for it”

Senator Fayron’s cold hand rested on my shoulder. I shivered in disgust at the touch. The realisation hit me in full force. There was no last test.

Before I could even begin fighting a long needle was sent deep into my neck and cold liquid spread into my veins. I couldn’t help as I thought how that was a dangerous spot to perform an injection. Force of habit.

My legs and arms gave way and I was dragged to the table, still conscious. I watched helplessly as the mask came over my face and gas began pumping into my lungs. I tried to stay awake, but it was useless. My eyelids drooped; they were impossibly heavy.

This can’t be it. How could I hunt and support my family if I can’t move? My sister was only nine and she would have to look after both mum and me. It would be best for my family if I never woke again. Tyson wouldn’t want to be around me anymore. He was very kind, but he had no obligations to me. The thought that I might never get to see him again weighed heavy on my heart.

I could feel the hot tears stream down my face. I watched through half-closed eyes as the doctors began preparing around me.

I closed my eyes, hoping I wouldn’t wake again as I was pulled under by the gas.