Rejected Obsidian Lycan

Chapter Eight: Chains

Third person pov.

Bringing his parents into the mix, that was a rather bold move even for Norman, she knew more than anyone how much Varek hated to bring up his parents but she also knew Varek would do anything for them.

“Perhaps that's the reason for their deaths,” Varek reminded Norman as well as Sarah.

Norman however didn't believe that Varek's parents were no more, but as long as she had no proof of that, she couldn't bring it up before Varek.

With one last harsh glare in Maya's direction, Varek finally relented before walking away, that was not before glaring at Maya one last time, “I won't be letting her out of my sight,”

“Neither will I,” Sarah muttered.

But to both of them, a different meaning, one of care while the other of caution.

Varek led his pack and the others until they finally arrived at an abandoned site, one that had belonged to but had not been utilised, at least they had somewhere to reside now instead of wandering the woods like rogues.

Varek didn't waste any more time before assuming his full duties as the alpha, dishing out orders one after the other efficiently. It was safe to say that he learned a lot before he was separated from his parents.

Enough to run a pack himself.

“There's a human town nearby, I have already contacted the others that they should drop by and pick up some supplies,” the Beta of the pack, John, informed.

Varek merely nodded before going on, checking the borders and making sure they were secured. Yes their number was little but once they got settled they would devise a plan to search for the other lost members of their pack.

While Varek worked, his mind couldn't be at peace with the stranger they had picked up, despite his effort to not think of her which gets him more pissed, he just couldn't.

Or rather,

Wouldn't.

***

Maya's days had been uneventful, being held in the infirmary not that she had anywhere else to go or what to do, she was bored out of her mind.

Her eyesight still hasn't returned and the pack doctor Mike kept on checking in on her, chasing her bandages every now and then.

Just what he arrived to accomplish once again, she had grown accustomed to his small talks and even replying some of them with short answers

“How are you feeling today?” Mark asked softly, crouching on the stool beside her bed with a clipboard in hand.

Maya responded with a nod, still not feeling the need to speak with these new people she found herself with.

Her hands rested limply on her lap, pale and fragile under the dull light of the infirmary.

Doctor Mark sighed through his nose, the same gentle expression on his face that he always wore when dealing with her. “You’ll be out of here soon,” he promised, though his tone carried a faint trace of doubt. He’d said the same thing for days now. “Your body just needs a little more time. It’s strange though…”

He trailed off, pulling off her bandages and leaning close to examine her eyes again. He had cleaned the blood but where her eyes were meant to be was still a hole.

How much of a monster were you to take away a person's ability to see, or rather what had she done to deserve such treatment.

Mark speculated, almost thinking she was a runaway criminal that had been caught and this was her punishment.

With her not speaking, there wasn't much he could know about her.

Mark set down the small flashlight with a thoughtful hum. His brows furrowed as he wrapped the fresh bandages around her eyes, careful not to pull too tight. “Well, I would have loved to take you outside, just for a bit of fresh air,” he said, trying to lighten the heavy air in the room. “But…” His voice faltered. They both knew the rest of that sentence.

Varek wouldn’t allow it.

The silence stretched, broken only by the sound of the bandage being tied off.

And then, without warning, the door swung open with a violent bang that made them both jump.

“Alpha Varek,” Mark stammered, shooting up to his feet. His eyes widened as he took in the sight before him, the alpha storming in with a cold, unreadable expression, a set of gleaming silver chains clutched tightly in his gloved hands.

Even Maya’s head turned instinctively toward the sound, though she couldn’t see a thing. Her body went rigid, her fingers tightening around the edge of the blanket as she could somewhat sense the danger.

The predatory aura of Varek that had haunted her ever since she met him.

Mark blinked, unsure if what he was seeing was real. “What are you doing? Those..those are silver, you’ll hurt yourself!”

Varek’s gaze flicked briefly to the doctor before returning to Maya. “They’re not for me,” he said simply, his tone low and threatening.

Mark’s throat went dry. “Alpha, please, she’s still healing—” the words stuck in his throat after one look from Varek.

That was all the explanation Varek gave. The air in the infirmary shifted, thick with tension and dominance. Even the walls seemed to tremble under the weight of his authority.

He strode toward the bed with measured steps, the faint clinking of the chains echoing through the small room. Mark instinctively reached out to stop him, but the glare Varek threw his way froze him in place.

Maya didn't mind the chains, it wasn't the first time they were being placed on her. She wouldn't think they were any different.

Varek walked across the room until he was standing beside Maya, gazing down at the weak girl in anger, and anger which wavered seeing such a thin frame, yet he couldn't let appearances to receive him.

Placing the first chains on the side of the bed, without hesitating, grabbed her hand, however, the once calm and nonchalant Maya reacted.