His Queen

Chapter 4 : Release

I woke up to the feeling of hands trying to lift me off of the damp floor. I groan in pain as my body regains consciousness. Everything burns, from my back to my calves. I just want to fall back into my peaceful abyss where nothing but my dreams exist.

Then I remember. I remember Ren. I remember the lashes infused with wolfsbane that left me trembling and weak. Most importantly, I remember the blaring warning alarm that had broken through Ren's raging voice.

An alarm like that only went off when a pack was in immediate danger. Alpha Jason hadn't even had time to sound the alarm before we had been attacked. Maybe if we were given more time Evie and I would be alive and safe.

I slowly open my eyes that have swelled shut and find my self being poked and prodded by none other than the mute boy. He sees that I am now conscious and slowly retreats as if I am a fragile creature. I try to sit up as I keep my eyes trained on his brown ones. I never have liked it when people are near me without my knowledge. It makes my wolf antsy and paranoid. I study the boy's dark blonde hair and pale skin. His eyes are sunken in and I have no doubt he has been mistreated in ways no different than I.

He regards me in a similar manner but his eyes speak more then words could ever express. He has felt his fair share of pain and he understands what I am going through.

The boy towers above me as I sit curled up on the floor. The door behind him is slightly ajar and my breath becomes frozen in my chest as I catch sight of it. I glance around and find no sign of Ren lurking in any dark corners. This is too good to be true. Whenever I'm being helped by the boy, Ren is always supervising our encounter.

I look at him with widened eyes. Does he want to get us both killed? He is willing to risk his life for me but he won't even tell me his name.

"I don't know what you think your doing but this is going to get you and I both in trouble. Alpha Ren will surely kill me next time he gets the chance and you won't get it much better." I whisper harshly. I'm not worth risking to help. I'm not an innocent being of the Moon Goddess. I've killed and I've done my fair share of the devil's deeds. I want him to leave so my escape won't be put upon his shoulders.

He just stares indifferently at me. I wait for him to explain but when he doesn't I huff out a breath in annoyance. I start to struggle to my feet. My body aches and protests. I still can't find the strength to lift myself up off of my ass. I catch sight of movement in front of my face and I immediately shrink back expecting a blow to my body to follow. I close my eyes in preparation but the pain never comes. Slowly, I crack open one eye and find I scarred, pale hand stretched out in front of me. It's an offering of peace, it's a test of faith, most importantly it is the promise of help.

I reach my weak hand up and grab his slightly bigger one and grip it tightly as he pulls my body up into my feet. After I'm up, I immediately try and let go of his hand, to avoid any awkwardness, but I underestimated how weak I was and I wobble around using his hand as a crutch to lean on. He doesn't seem to mind so I continue to test and stretch my legs until I feel comfortable to walk on my own.

" Why are you helping me?" I ask after a few moments.

I look up at his face and see him avert his eyes. His thin lips open and close like a fish gasping for water but no sound comes out. He slowly shakes his head.

" Ok well, what's your name? I must know the name of my night in shining armor right?" I say trying to lighten the mood with a joke and it feels so good. Any words I have uttered in these past months have been in anger and rage. Joking around has been the last thing on my mind. Evie used to call me the queen of sarcasm which is probably one of her more accurate statements. I haven't talked like this since 'that night' and I can wholeheartedly say that I miss those days when I could just be a teenage girl. Evie's death and Ren's torture has forced me to grow up faster then I would have. What I would do to be young again.....