Chapter 6 – Captured
1086 Words
Sasha
The trees whipped past in a blur as I raced through the forest, the bike roaring beneath me. My heart pounded with excitement.
I had actually done it - I had escaped from that nightmarish Raven Pack deadliest Hell cell!
But my happiness was short-lived when I heard feral howls. Before I knew it, a small pack of rogues stepped out of the shadows and chased me, their eyes filled with hunger as they spotted their prey.
"Catch her!" One yelled in a monstrous voice that made me shiver, but I'm not going down now!
Twisting the throttle, I blasted past them, but they instantly gave chase, loping alongside the bike at terrifying speed.
I swerved wildly, trying to throw them off, but the rogues matched me turn for turn. One particularly massive brute even leapt straight at me, jaws snapping. I ducked just in time, feeling his rancid breath ruffle my hair.
This was bad. If they managed to catch me, alone and wolfless out here, I didn't stand a chance. I had to lose them, fast!
Far ahead, I spotted a narrow path with a signboard that was terrified enough not to read.
Steeling myself, I gunned the throttle and launched myself through the fire fence but before I knew it, I was falling over the edge, flying into the air.
Shit! So it's a dead end! A cliff.
For a second, everything moves in slow motion as I fall over.
When I hit the ground, every bone in my body was paining. The bike bounced and wobbled as I tried to sit tight, I didn't see the thick log in time making me collide into it forcing me to stop.
My helmet cracked against it with stunning force, the world spinning into darkness around me.
Moments later, I was conscious but my head was ringing and my body screaming in protest.
Gasping, I blinked away the dizziness to find myself buried inside damp leaves and dirt of the forest. And a few steps away was my bike, battered but lucky me it was still drivable.
I braced myself and limped over to the bike, feeling warm blood trailing from my head.
I must have cracked my head pretty good on that log. Ignoring the pounding ache, I righted the bike and quickly looked around, ears pricked.
No signs or sounds of any rogues in the area.
It seemed my falling in the cliff chased away the rogue, at least for now.
Swinging my leg over the saddle sent another jolt of pain through my battered body.
My dear goddess!
But I welcomed it with a tight smile. It was a price I had to pay for my freedom.
I continued riding and didn't stop until I saw the firstlight of dawn start peeking through the trees.
My whole body felt heavy, my stomach hollow from going so long without food or water. Still, I pressed onwards, going deeper and deeper into the wilderness.
I had to put as much distance between myself and that wretched Raven Pack as possible.
But when my eyes refused to stay open any longer, I finally pulled over onto a deserted path, killing the engine. I quickly hid the bike in some overgrown grass.
Looking around at my new surroundings with heavy eyes, I jolted as I realized I had no idea where I actually was anymore.
These weren't the familiar woods surrounding the Raven Pack's territory - I must have crossed over into a whole different part of the Moonstone Sphere.
That means I was in another pack's territory now. But whose?
And would they be any more welcoming to a disgraced lone wolf than my former cruel packmates?
Too weak to ponder about my situation, I slumped against the grass and let inky blackness of sleep claim me.
But a harsh blaring noise shattered my slumber. My eyes flew open to find myself surrounded by a ring of heavily armed and armored werewolf hunters, their rifles all aimed squarely at my chest.
What the F*CK!
"Don't move," one of the brutes snarled, a hulking beast of a wolf adorned with scars and studded body armor. "You're trespassing in the territory of the Heven Pack."
Wait what? The HavenPack? That name struck cold dread into my heart. They were a notorious rogue pack, their Alpha a half-mad bloodthirst who was feared all over in the Moonstone Sphere's packs.
And not to add an enemy of the Raven pack!
Before I could even open my mouth, the scarred hunter backhanded me with stunning force, sending me tumbling back into the brambles.
"I said don't move, filth! In this pack, outsiders only speak when they are given permission!"
Two of his comrades hauled me roughly to my feet and bound my wrists tightly behind my back. I was too dazed and exhausted to struggle as they began dragging me away.
"Take her in," their leader growled. "The Alpha will decide what to do with this trespassing Bitch."
They dragged me away, my body shivering in fear, afraid of my fate now...
Just when I thought I was away from Alpha Blake , and out of the HELL cells. But it seems I'm Out of the frying pan, and directly into the fires of hell itself!
What Hell awaits me now at the hands of the Havenpack cursed Rogue Alpha–Alpha Kieran, the enemy of the Raven moon pack.
It seems that my Hell is beginning .... At the hands of the dreaded Havenpack Alpha?
"What's that?" A booming voice, dripping with commanding authority, shattered the tense silence. "What is the meaning of all this commotion?"
The hunters immediately snapped to rigid attention, bowing deeply towards the approaching figure. "She's a trespasser in our territory, my Alpha," the scarred leader reported, his gruff tone now laced with deference and respect.
The Alpha stepped forward into the clearing, my breath caught in my throat. His pheromones seem somehow familiar; he was radiating an aura of primal dominance.
The intoxicating fusion of earthy musk, crackling ozone, and smoked cedar caused my knees to nearly buckle as savage tremors of desire lanced through my body.
What's happening?
Have we met before?
The Alpha's deep, resonant voice boomed again, making me recoil …. It was familiar but I can't remember where I heard it...
"So, you got the guts to step into my pack!" He spat.. "Now Hell awaits you!" He added.
Making my heart stop for a moment…. s**t! I'm dead.
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