Chapter 6: Escaping
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-Amber-
His blood... damn, his blood! It was pure power, tasting like the sweetest wine. It ignited a fire in my stomach, the kind that made my whole body come alive, and for a moment, I even forgot why I was doing this. Then I heard my jailers shouting and saw them approaching. I released the king, shoving him back before charging at the guards. Strength surged through me like never before, and I sent them flying before storming out, not even looking back.
The chains still clattered against the floor, so I quickly pulled them up, looping one around each hand to stop them from dragging behind me. Then I ran, as fast as I could, toward the exit. I laughed, thinking I was finally free. But I wasn’t prepared for my new enemy: the sunlight. The moment I burst through the iron door, I had to slow down. My eyes burned, making me stumble, and worse, my skin began to sting violently. I tried to find cover, but I couldn’t see. I was blind!
“Where will you go?” I heard someone shout.
I turned around, barely able to make out who was in front of me, but from the power in their voice, I knew it had to be the king. Placing my hand over my eyes, I saw him putting pressure on the side of his neck, blood covering his fingers and running between them.
“Calm down, little one, and let us talk,” he suggested.
“Talk?” I blinked hard, trying to get my vision to return.
“Yes. But let us not fight out here. It is clear the sun is hurting you.”
I shook my head, taking a step back, almost tripping once more. When I did it again, it became too much for me. My legs folded beneath me, and I fell backward, landing on the ground, completely exposed to the unforgiving sun. Everything seemed to spin as I heard footsteps coming closer. I tried to force myself to move, but every ounce of strength had left me.
“Relax, I got you.” The king suddenly appeared in front of me. He lowered the hand he had kept against his neck, the wound healing slowly. However, to my surprise, he bit his wrist and lowered it to my mouth.
“No...” I turned my head. I refused to accept anything he was offering me. I could only take.
“Don’t be difficult,” he warned me, growling slightly.
Just drink it! my wolf insisted.
Who is now suddenly siding with the king? I thought.
We need it!
“Come on, little one, you will feel better,” the king urged. His blood touched my lips, and I discreetly licked it off my skin. But I was too stubborn and turned my head again.
“Fine, be difficult,” he groaned. He licked the wound he had made on his wrist, helping it close. “But we are getting these off you.”
He disappeared from sight for a moment, letting the sun hit me, forcing me to close my eyes once more.
“Key!” I heard the king shout.
It only took a few seconds, then he returned. I felt him releasing my wrists from the chains before meeting his eyes once again, confused by how calmly he acted around me. I had almost ripped his neck out, and he didn’t even appear mad.
“Are you in pain anywhere?” he inquired.
His voice sounded funny.
“Pain?” I murmured.
He sighed, clearly understanding why I acted so bewildered. “You really need to drink.”
“I need a cheeseburger,” I muttered, causing him to smile. But I wasn’t trying to be funny. I really wanted one.
“That can be arranged,” he said.
“It can?”
“Leave Derrick a message! Let him know to come see me tonight. I’m going to f*cking skin your leader alive for this! Don’t think you two won’t be punished as well,” the king warned.
He was angry… at them? Why?
“Can you stand?” he inquired.
I pressed my eyes tightly shut before attempting to focus on him again. “Stand?”
“You need more than one cheeseburger,” he jested.
He suddenly grabbed my lower left arm and helped me sit up. The world started to spin again, and if I had anything to throw up, I would.
“Come, let me help you,” he said.
I looked up at him, perplexed. Then suddenly, as if I weighed nothing, he lifted me by my waist, placing me on my feet in seconds and checking if I could stand on my own.
“You’re very strong,” I remarked, barely aware of what I was saying.
He seemed amused again as he placed his hands on the sides of my neck, tilting my head. Was he looking for something?
“What day is it?” I blurted out, but my question did nothing to calm his temper.
He looked as if he were about to speak again, but my legs couldn’t keep me standing, and I nearly lost my footing, cutting him off. He caught me quickly, an arm wrapping around my waist to steady me before lifting me.
“We’ll get you something to eat and drink,” he said softly.
“I want a cheeseburger,” I repeated.
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