Echo.
The moment I stepped into the midst of the lycans, I could feel their eyes upon me, filled with disdain and contempt. I was an outsider, an intruder in their world, and they made sure I knew it. They saw me as nothing more than a pawn in their game, a means to an end. They hated me and I was honestly not that much fazed, we as werewolves looked at them the exact same way. We were mortal enemies after all and that was what we would always be.
Caesar stood tall and imposing, his presence casting a shadow over the entire pack. He looked at me with cold, piercing eyes, his expression a mixture of amusement and superiority. I could sense his power, his dominance, and it sent a shiver down my spine. I tried so hard to ignore the fact that he looked so darn good, his human form was like something out of a freaking magazine, he was like a god, something unreal, but then nothing at all can make a monster like him look attractive to me, a pig clothe in diamond is still nothing more than a pig. My heart burned with hatred and bitterness towards him, one that I had to try so hard to suppress, else I might give in to my inner mind that kept telling to simply lunge at the beast and stab his eyes out.
The other lycans that came with him sneered and whispered amongst themselves continously, mocking my presence among them. They obviously believed that I was beneath them, a weak and insignificant werewolf who had no place in their world, other than to slave away underneath their master, to warm his bed until he was tried of me and possibly feed me to the rest of them.
I could feel their collective judgment weighing heavily upon me, but I refused to let it break me. I stood tall, my chin held high, masking my inner turmoil behind a facade of confidence, behind the air of hatred and nonchalance. I have refused to show any weakness, any vulnerability. They may see me as nothing more than a stupid pawn and slave for them, but I was determined to prove them wrong, to focus on the fact that this was more than just being sold out to them, this was me helping my pack. That it was me doing this to end this torment from the lycans. That I was important and I could be a hero after all of this was done, I chose to focus on this positivity alone.
I could feel the tension in the air as we began our journey towards the Lycan's world. The lycans were on high alert, ready to defend their alpha at any cost. They moved swiftly and efficiently, like a well-oiled machine. I had to match their pace, their intensity, if I wanted to survive. The journey to the pack's territory stretched out before us, a winding path that seemed to go on forever. Even though both of our kinds were very much known for our speed and agility, I was more than shocked when Caesar and his pack decided to take a different approach. Instead of just running, they brought a truck to transport us and I honestly did not see that part coming, I had thought we were going to keep on trekking.
The sight of the truck made me relived as they were very much faster than I was and with the chains on my wrists and ankles, I was even slower. Even though it was very much old and worn with its metal exterior covered in rust, I was glad to be able to take a rest although it seemed to mock me as it was a stark contrast to the sleek and powerful lycans that surrounded me.
And I was right as Caesar's face was etched with a cold and unforgiving expression. His eyes gleamed with a merciless determination as a chilling smile crept across his face as he turned to me and said, "I thought a truck would be good enough for a princess like you, you have to thank me in everyway you can for this beautiful ride."
His words sent a shiver down my spine. The way he said it, the underlying mockery in his tone, made my skin crawl. It was as if he was taunting me and belittling me, as if he was daring to challenge his dominance. I clenched my fists, feeling a surge of anger and defiance welling up inside me. I wouldn't let his words get to me, I must not let him ruin this whole plan that my pack and I have conjured, any wrong move from me could get him to loose his mind and decide against all of these plans, we were benefiting more than he was after all, this was merely a game to him.
