Rise of An Omega

Chapter 10

Sylvia

I can't do it anymore, I can't hold on any longer. My fingers are numb from all the clutching I have to do. I am so small for this huge wolf. His back is enormous, I can't wrap my hands halfway around him. I can't let go either because I would fall down and hurt myself badly. The paths they are taking are rocky and hilly, the wolf has to maneuver, I am holding on so tightly to fur, to make matters worse, my eyes and whole face are covered in a smelly sack. I am glad I don't have my wolf senses with me because it would have been horrible to smell it all the way.

It's like moon goddess hears my ranting because the wolf comes to a halt immediately. I just hope we have arrived to wherever they were taking me. After a short while, the wolf drops me on the ground. I can tell it's on command because he hesitates for a while before doing it.

“Take her to the others.” The same voice commands. He must be a leader in some way because he is the one giving orders each time. I have to give him a name thigh because I can't keep calling him 'the voice'. But it kind of suits him, he is so mean, and I can tell he is chauvinistic but the way he shut me saying women don't speak in front of him. “It's time we taught her a lesson.” He adds. I flinch at his sudden laughter. What did I do to make me get punished?

“Please don’t hurt me.” there goes Sylvia with my big mouth. It is going to get me killed today. I don’t know where I am, but I am sure I am not in Westwood, since my torturers voices aren’t familiar. But wherever I am now it’s worse than Westwood, I can feel it.

“Quiet please.” A different voice now speaks, but this time it’s like it's pleading with me. There is some hint of concern, I wonder why.

“Take her to the cell.” The angry voice commands, the person who takes me doesn’t drag me or anything bad, in fact, his grip is gentle, and his steps slow and calculated. One might think he is truly concerned about me. After some distance he comes to a halt, I hear keys rattling, and then he pushes me, I am sure it’s the cell he was instructed to put me into. I hear feet shuffles as he walks away.

“Please remove the sack, I am suffocating.” I plead. I hope he will take pity on me. He takes a while, but finally, he removes the sack off my face. I feel so grateful to him. I open my eyes after taking a deep breath. I know I am in a cell, but it feels good to breathe fresh air.

As I open my eyes I find a pair of hazel eyes staring at me. My heart starts beating, I can’t look away from him, he looks somewhat scary. As I am seated down, I push myself backwards until I am leaning on the metal bars, now I have nowhere to go. I am trapped between the bars and the hazel eyed, huge guy. He looks huge even in his squatting position.

“Please don’t hurt me.” I beg him. I feel tears threatening to escape my eyes. I don’t want him to hurt me. He doesn’t answer, he just stares at me without blinking. Is he mute or deaf? He is creeping me out. I get time to look at him properly, his hair is black and tied into a ponytail, his face is simple, not handsome but attractive. Despite his huge body, he looks young, he might be in his twenties. I then look around the cell, its walls are just metal bars. I see many cubicles of the same nature, but there is no one in them, it’s simply me. I realize that I am all alone with this creepy guy. My hairs stand up in horror, what is he planning to do to me? “Please.” I beg him again, this time around I cannot stop my tears.

“Hey why are you crying?” he asks now in a concerned tone. I recall his voice, he was the only one who had spoken to me in a low tone earlier. Is he dumb though, how come he doesn’t know what he is doing to be? Here I am so tiny crouched to a corner of metal bars and a huge guy towering over me, looking at me so creepy. It makes my skin crawl.

“Don’t hurt me, I can’t take it anymore.” I cry even more now.

“Please don’t cry, I can never hurt you.” He says.

“Then why are you staring at me like that?” I don’t even know where I get the courage to ask.

“I am sorry, I was just admiring your hair, it’s remarkable.” He says, smiling revealing his brilliant white teeth.

“What?” I ask, I think he is not alright in the head.

“My name is Sebastian, but you can call me Seb.” He says, extending his hand to me. He is weird for sure, but if he doesn’t want to hurt me, then I am good. I shake him back briefly.

“What’s your beautiful name.” he asks. Beautiful? Me? He must be blind to call me that. I answer him anyway.

“I am Sylvia.” I say.

“Beautiful name for a beautiful person. I will call you Sly, though.” He smiles again. I am happy he is being friendly right now. I take the opportunity to ask more questions. I force a smile so that I don’t annoy him because by the look of things he seems bipolar. I know I am being judgmental right now, and it’s not good.

“Seb.” I pause, waiting for his reaction. He stares at me for long with a blank expression before answering.

“Yes Sly.” He answers sweetly, I guess.

“Where am I?” I ask.

“Oh, sorry, we had to capture you since you were trespassing our pack. This is Crescent moon pack.” He says. I have definitely heard this name before, but I cannot seem to remember where.

“Are you going to kill me then?” I ask, my heart thumping so hard.

“No, Sly, you don’t look like a bad person. I have to go now, but I will be back later, alright.” He says. He extends his hand and caresses my cheek softly before leaving. He locks the cell door and the main door as he leaves. He doesn’t even look behind. What a weird person. But why do I seem to find Crescent moon pack familiar? I have definitely heard this name from somewhere.