"He's called the Alpha of Death because death always follows him around." One male begins.
"Some say he came back from the dead."
"Others say that he's the King of the Dead."
"You know Hades, the Greek God of the Underworld?" The other man questions...
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**TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of suicide**
...Melanie
I hate him.
It's been a month or so since I've been locked up in here. I haven't seen anyone but Lucas for a month. Lucas and the rogues he's locked me up with. It's so dark in here and no sunlight ever manages to get through the tiny, barred window across the room.
I hate him.
Even though my cell is empty, I can smell the filthy and vile creatures and see glimpses of their unwashed faces and snarling dirty teeth through the silver bars. They snarl dirty things at me through the dark, and they try to swipe their claws at me.
I hate him.
There was only one thing on my mind this whole time: my family(well, besides hating him). Had he harmed them? Had he taken over their Pack? Had he killed them? Would they ever come for me? What must I do to escape my mate's clutches, now?
I was still in wolf form but my actual wolf was somewhere in the back of my mind, regretting the fact that she had ever told me Lucas wanted me. She hadn't spoken to me in weeks and it must've been the silver's effect on her that silenced her for so long. I had attempted to bring her out multiple times, to have some sort of company, besides the nasty rogues. My own thought's aren't that entertaining anymore. I've lost my childishness and whatever innocence I had from my parent's protection, in the short time I've been with Lucas.
The only thing I had actually accomplished, dying in this silver cell of mine, was making nicknames for Lucas. None of them being good, of course. He came every day and gave me food and water, which I had denied eating even though I greedily lapped up the water every now and then. It allowed me to bark back at the assholes in here around me. I was nearing severe dehydration and my stomach had started to cave in. What a nice sight, right?
Today seemed to be like any other day. Nothing entirely unusual. Except that Lucas was watching me intently from the other side of the cell. I was shocked that he could trust me enough to stay and stand in the same cell, a starving wolf like me, was in. A wolf that was put in here for disrespecting and purposely trying to harm him.
"Eat." Lucas orders, bags under his eyes, face pleading slightly. I knew he would never willingly admit it but seeing me in this condition was harming him too. It didn't matter whether he cared for me or not, it was only the Mate Bond and the effect my death would have on his Pack, through him.
