Witching Hour

Chapter 2: Girl in a Tower

I have no idea how they were able to track me and know exactly how I was going to try to escape. I had used everything in my arsenal to block everything I had. Now I was back in the unwelcome employ of a pack of werewolves I thought I had lost years ago.

The wolf that had caught me was Chase. A wolf that was convinced that I was going to give the pack some sort of edge.

To be honest, I wasn’t that great at being a witch... obviously. I was just really good at running. Until now at least.

He pulls the chain attached to my hands and forces me to walk more quickly behind him. After he’d pinned me in my seat, his posse had shown up and I was immediately chained up and forced into a car. Now I was being led to the compound, in the center was a mansion. Pretty old mansion too.

I fled from here three years ago. I hadn’t been here long. Maybe a week before I had found a way out. Sneaking onto a delivery truck and I’d been running ever since. I had been naive before coming here back then. Not knowing about what being a witch really meant.

I had been orphaned as a baby and raised in foster families. At puberty, my powers started emerging. I had been scared but I forced myself not to think about it, not to use the gifts I had. At seventeen, that was when Chase had come, kidnapped me and brought me here. That’s when I found out what this whole world was about and that I was rare. Witches, unlike Vamps, couldn't be made. Weres could be born Were but were mostly created. Witches could only be born from a parent that carried the gene and even then it was a fifty-fifty chance. I didn’t know much about my parents, only that they had been killed. After thinking about it and believe me, I had a lot of time to think about it, I believe they were murdered by anyone of the three groups that purposely tracked my kind.

“Why are you so slow?” Chase complained as he pulled me toward the door.

“Oh sorry... am I not being compliant enough? Let me just fix that...” my voice is laced with sarcasm. “I mean all people being forced should just do what they're told with no fight, right?”

He turns, snarling and it looks weird still to me. He still looked human even though his teeth belonged in a different animal's mouth.

“That’s enough Chase.” Another man appears at the door. He looked more distinguished than the last time I saw him. Three years had turned him from a boy into a man.

“Eliot. Don’t you look nice...” I look up at him from the bottom of the stairs. “Not at all like a selfish dickhead...”

He smirks. “Evan. A pleasure as always. I did not miss your mouth though. It’s too bad you need your tongue to cast spells, otherwise, I’d have it cut out.”

Chase nudges me hard to go up the stairs and a stumble, going to all fours in front of Eliot.

“You on your knees in front of me is something I have pictured but I had hoped that it would be out of your own free will. Get up. You have work to do.”

Once again I am dragged along as the two male wolves walked at a pace much too brisk for my small legs. They push me into an elevator. An addition that looked out of place in the old mansion but with the number of stairs, I was thankful for it.

When we get to the top, I am shoved forward again into a room that held a four-poster bed on one side and an array of books on the other. My room. I wish I could say I remembered it well, but I didn’t. I knew now that they would have guards posted and I wouldn’t be allowed to leave this room at all.

All of this for something I didn’t ask for. I’d give it up in a heartbeat if it meant I could just live a normal life but there was no spell to stop being a witch. I’d looked. I still looked. The only thing that I had found was a story of a Salem witch trading her power to the devil but that turned out just to be just that, a story. I could bind my powers, but I’d still be a witch. The only way out was death but I wasn’t at that point. At least not yet.

“So what exactly do you want me to do? Make your d**k bigger? ‘Cuz I”m sorry, even glamour can’t fix that...” Eliot finally had enough, he lost his cool, snarling and pushing me onto the bed, glaring over me with the yellow-green eyes of a man that could turn into a giant wolf at a moment's notice.

“Listen to me, Evan.” His voice is gravelly. Once these guys fully changed, they couldn’t talk though. Wolves didn’t have the same vocal boxes as humans. I knew he was struggling to keep control. “You are not going to get out of this. Not this time. I have precautions in place now.”

“Oh really? And what might those be?”

He smiles and it’s very creepy with a mouth full of dog teeth rather than humans.

“You’ll see tonight.”

He steps back, his body cooling off and he brushes his suit back into place but the wrinkles were not going to be easily brushed away.

He slips a key out of his pocket and unlocks the chains around my wrists. Chase immediately picks them up like they weigh nothing at all.

“We have a very special arrangement made. Until then, I suggest you start reading. You’ll have a long life here in the pack and I want you to be prepared for anything.”

Double f**k.