Rogue and Alpha

part thirteen

Chases POV

I was still in that room, and trying to get that damn key. I was still short a couple of feet as I tried every time. It had been two day's sense he just left me in here like I was nothing to him. I was beyond starving, and my mouth was so dry it wasn't even producing saliva anymore.

Suddenly the door opened and light flooded in. I looked around and saw two figures, a tall man, who I guessed was Devin-Kyles right hand man, and then a smaller figure he had by the arm. With force he pushed-almost threw-her into the room. He looked at me shaking his head and left, shutting the door behind himself. She stood up and almost growled, then she saw me.

"Oh my gosh! are you okay?" She quickly ran over to me.

"Key," I managed to say as I pointed to the corner of the room. She followed my hand and quickly ran to the corner and grabbed the key. She brought it back over and searched for the key hole, finally she found the hole and twisted the key and unlocked the shackled that held me to the wall. I took a deep breath as I felt myself feel better instantly. She winced as she held it and quickly dropped the thing.

"Thanks. Who are your?" I asked as I looked at her.

"Lex, how about you?"

"Oh, I'm Chase."

"Why are you here?" She asked trying to figure out something.

"I let a guy out, because I was scared of him."

"Who'd you let out?" She asked.

"I don't know his name, but he was a...you won't believe me if I tell you." I looked away.

"Try me." She said.

"He was a werewolf. Kyle, he has been trying to figure out where he was hiding something. I don't know what though. All I know is he had this man here in this room for a long time, longer then I've been here and he was chained up, then he got out two day's ago and Kyle was not happy."

"Is here another man here? He's tall, has black hair and dark brown eyes. He's about maybe six foot tall."

"Yeah, I know who that is. He's that guy that got out two day's ago, why?" She looked at me with fear then anger and then confusion, then again anger.

"You mean to tell me that he isn't here?" She asked. Her voice was getting stiff and cold.

"Yeah, I basically let him go." I looked away ashamed of admitting that I let him go. All of the sudden I felt her arms wrap around me in a tight embrace.

"What was that for?" I asked after she let go.

"You helped my father get out. He was here because he was protecting me. Which didn't help much did it?" She said that last sentence almost to herself. For a moment she sat there quiet and then she shot up with such speed I thought it inhumanly possible.

"We have to get out of here!" She said as she looked back to me.

"Wait, did you say the man that was in this room before was your father? But he's like a killer or something like that. He needed to be locked up." I looked at her as I stood up.

"Who said that?" She asked.

"It was the man who trained me. He said that the man in this room was a cold blooded killer and-" She let out a harty laugh as she shook her head.

"My father wouldn't hurt a fly, unless it trying to hurt me or my mother."

"But they said-"

"They lied to you." She said almost too slow. I let her words sink in.