After all the chaos that I put up, my nerves finally cald down. The glass of water that Fang helped gulp down refreshed my thoughts to so extent, and I stopped tugging on the chains. If Fang asked the wounds to be healed as a price to let go, then it was better I stop than cause more of them. The chains had already proved themselves stronger than , so breaking them was out of the question now.
My Alpha blood would heal these injuries faster, even without having to use my special ability, but the silver was holding back every werewolf's power inside of .
Fang had left alone with the dim table lamp in the tent room with a night that was so silent now that the hooting of a single owl was heard from a distance.
I shut my eyes to take in the surroundings and instead of being sullen about the fact that my ability did not work in my human form; I started to find the core of my wolf. Going deeper in tranquillity. The special abilities all originated from the werewolf core inside us, and I had to focus on finding that. It took everything to concentrate, but the silver was making weak and keeping my consciousness away from my wolf.
My eyebrows agitated with the loss of focus, and I opened my eyes, exhaling. I did not understand why Fang was doing this, trying to push into a corner with sothing I had lost years ago.
And over it all, he had bound in silver to make it even more impossible.
My Alpha blood was better resistant to silver as compared to an Oga, so this ti I tried to channel that to heal the bruises. It would heal in an hour if my Alpha blood was to be put in action, although my abilities would do it in seconds.
I kept pushing myself over and over, but there was so little that was happening. I could feel the skin repairing but at a slow, frustrating pace.
After a while, the chirping of the birds filled the environnt before the light of the dawn could slightingly spread over the sky. I was tired from all the work that I have been at for hours and there was only a little that I could heal myself. My body slouched on the wall of pillows behind now, having given up. Maybe if the chains weren't made of silver, it would have been different. I might have found my core and maybe my abilities would have worked in my human form.
Slowly, the natural light of the dawn filled the room and the lamp's light was suppressed by the yellow that flooded the inside.
Fang ca into the room suddenly, startling , "Good morning, little one"
He had a big grin on his face, which showed how happy he was to look at my face the first thing in the morning. Scorn replaced my face as I looked away from him. Fang had everything right now. He had tied here at his will on his bed and he had marked ; even if the bond was not completed, the mark was as good as engagent.
Fang brought the few docunts that he had retrieved from my bag last night and filled them. He placed them on the bedside table and sat beside in a way that he was facing .
"You look beautiful as ever," He comnted to have narrow my eyes at him.
"And you are evil as ever," I scoffed.
Fang chuckled at my words and brought his hand to my face, tugging my hair behind my ear. His eyes were fixated on how his long fingers delicately moved my hair behind my shoulder to see the mark that had now appeared at the bottom of my neck and a wide grin spread across his lips, revealing his devil's charm.
"Innate abilities are supposed to be cherished," Fang said, still looking at the mark as his fingers stretched the round neck of the t-shirt I had on, in a way to have a better look at his mark on . The sign that I belonged to him and we were mates. "Your special abilities are a gift from Goddess Luna, and the gift that you do not cherish will slowly perish of its importance." His eyes ca up to et mine, and I knitted my brows, trying to understand what he was trying to say.
He smiled at and it made roll my eyes to look the other way, taking my thoughts back to hating this obnoxious man.
I heard the drawer beside open and I turned around to see him take out keys. Fang went ahead to open the chain on my right hand and then, standing on his knees over the bed, he leaned to free my left hand; the chains clung as they fell slack against the headboard. My hand instinctively went to rub the bruised area of my wrist, giving it so relief.
Fang threw the keys at the other end of the bed and tenderly gripped my right wrist. Before he could pull it to his side, I jerked it back against my chest, holding my right wrist with my left hand.
Fang clicked his tongue, and the gentleness in his eyes dissipated at my resistance. He grabbed my other wrist with force, pulling it such that I was snatched close to him.
I gasped at the roughness and his eyes looked at coldly. He had warned enough in the last 24 hours, and I did not want to push it any further to test his agitation. Fang had opened the chains, and it was better I did not do anything to go back into that sa bounds. He licked my wounds, and I closed my eyes, alard by his touch and the way his tongue rolled over my bruises, making my asking tingly.
When Fang was done with both my wrists, I saw the wound disappearing quicker than usual. One of the perks of having your soulmate in your life and being marked as your mate.
It still had look at my bruises in awe. I had seen a lot of healing in my life, but this was not too fast and neither too slow. Like a miracle-working and you get to catch every glimpse of it as the ring around my wrist repaired part by part like a stitch that carefully disappeared after bringing the two ends of the cloth together.
"Here," Fang handed the docunts, which had his signs and the seal of Waterwoods on it. "You are welco," he addressed smugly and I passed him a glare before looking at the papers.
I checked through all five of them, and they were done pretty fine. But that was not the only job that I had here in Waterwoods. Diana was still here, and after what Fang had already done to , I doubted he would put a price for her release. He rather looked giddy since the ti he had marked as his. Fang had not asked or forced to mate and seal our bond yet, neither was he actively ntioning about the mark.
Since it was a mark, my worries had lessened and with him not teasing about it, I did not feel conscious and uncomfortable about it.
"What about Diana?" I asked. That was one problem she had created for herself, and I didn't know how she was going to face it.
"You want to let her go?" Fang questioned, tilting his head to the side and childishly creasing his brows like letting Diana go was the wrong thing to do. "I thought I would keep her here for so more ti till you beco the Beta."
Was he trying to help this way? I sighed, getting down from the bed and away from his presence, but he ca around to stand in front of , waiting for my reply. "I don't want to use underhanded thods Fang, just let her leave with "
"Okay, wait till they bring her back from the prison." He said and turned around to leave.
He had held her in prison and it only made question what she had done to receive that fate. As far as I had co to know Diana, she was a woman of experience who was able to do all the tasks for stage three on her own. I doubted there was any mistake she did to end up in the Waterwoods prison.
It was probably one of Fang's other tricks that had her trapped here. "Fang," I called out to him to have him turn around and raise his eyebrows in question. He already knew what I was going to ask and yet he always waited for to speak it out loud. "Why is she held in the prison? Did Diana do anything wrong?"
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