Xavier (1st bk of Wolfcreek Pack) (Completed)

Chapter 70 (Cass's POV)

I laid in a dreamlike state in a place so dark that I knew I would have gone insane if it weren't for the Ten watching over me, protecting me from myself and the insanity that would have followed. No one bothered me, not really, while I was there, and it felt as if time had just stood still. There was no time and no sense of place, only darkness, and that darkness brought me the comfort that I needed.

Day was night, and night was day. Time stayed in place, and days flew by with nothing happening except for the occasional person trying to search my brain and find the secrets that I held. My whole world felt like it was turned upside down, but I didn't care, only half paying attention to what happened to me.

I wasn't able to contact my group, the spells on this place interfering with the magic that came with it, but I wasn't worried, knowing full well that my group was being updated by the Ten like I was being updated by them in a dreamlike essence that I had no idea if it was real or not. I believed that it was real; however, it could have been a figment of my imagination or the dark playing tricks on me.

Only the Ten's magic seemed to be able to penetrate my prison, and I wondered if there was ancient magic at play here, keeping me and my group in the dark until I was needed. Thoughts on magic didn't stay with me for a long time while I was here, and it sometimes disappeared before it even came for I didn't bother thinking or dreaming while I was there. And, there was no need for water and no need for food, for there was no hunger to satisfy and no thirst to quench. I was just there, something useless to the world until I was needed for whatever ploy thrown my way.

Camen never bothered me while I was in this prison, and I was grateful for I had no idea what he would do if he was in my presence while I was in this state. He would have beaten me black and blue, something that these people didn't do, whoever or whatever they were.

They wanted me to become insane, to break and submit to their powers, but they didn't understand that they couldn't break me. The broken could never become broken again, only becoming stronger and steadfast in the way that they thought and felt. And, I was no different, for I too could not be broken again.

And for the first time in years, I was grateful that Camen had broken me, for I wouldn't have survived this "torture" I had received from them, the silence and lack of interaction were being the only thing given to me.

When they did visit me, I had no idea who was who and why they were here. Their voices were the same monotone tune and held no distinction, not even those that differed between male and female. They were dressed the same, black robes with black hoods covering their faces and leaving nothing but the whites of their eyes showing. Their hands were covered by black gloves, their touch neither gentle nor rough.

They moved as one, under the same mind, leaving Tula to guess that there was one leader they followed, but the leader never showed himself either to me or to the Ten. They were there in the background, giving instructions as to what to do and how they should try to get me to speak.

Not a single time they tried something did I ever open my mouth to say a word, leading some of them to wonder if I was either mute or stupid. This, of course, had consequences, and from what Tula had said, lead to their death. I didn't care, not in this dreamlike state where nothing could harm or save me.

Finally after what felt like years, but according to Ingford was only two weeks, I stirred and sensed the world that I had not been apart of in the dreamlike state I was in. I furrowed my brows and opened my eyes only to see darkness around me, but this time it was different, for someone was standing over me, cloaked in the shadows around us. However, instead of feeling afraid, I felt at peace like this figure would not hurt me the way they had hurt me.

"Arise, Child," a soothing voice said, and I felt relaxed and energized, a feeling that I hadn't felt in a long time. Magic filled the air, breaking through the darkness that held many secrets, including the identity of this person but only for a little while. They were in the presence of a TruthSeeker after all. "Your time has come, Champion. Do not disappoint us."

I closed my eyes and concentrated before I felt something stirring inside of me, something that didn't include the fierce determination that ran through my veins. A small smirk appeared on my face, and my hand twitched while I opened my eyes, my eyes flashing pale white, the eye of my wolf. I could feel her presence near mine, waiting for the right time to burst out and take control of a situation that had gotten out of control. "I am ready, Mother," I said, having a feeling that the person was the Moon Goddess. "I promise I will not disappoint."

A warm hand gently stroked through my hair, and I could feel that the Moon Goddess was proud of me. She was proud of the Wolf I had become and proud that I had faced all the challenges she had thrown my way. "I know, my daughter. I will see you soon. Know that I love you and have heard your prayers. They will be answered when the time comes."

And with that, I was alone in the darkness once more but not for long, for it was time. It was time for the wrong to become right, and the ones that needed to be punished shall be punished for the crimes they had committed. It was time to be the Champion.