"It’s extra clothes." I murmured, wondering if he would buy the idea.
He shifted from the door and allowed to pass. I sighed in relief.
"That was close." I muttered to my wolf.
"Wait!" Another guard called out, causing my heart to beat. "I’ve never seen you among the night hunters. Where’s your identity card?"
My palm beca sweaty and I turned towards them like I was caught in a trap.
"I forgot it." I stuttered.
He ca closer to . "Let see the contents of that big bag."
I lowered my bag, knowing that there wasn’t an escape route.
"Maybe it’s won’s stuff. Just leave her to go. We’re wasting ti with her." Another of the guards said.
I sighed in relief and hurried my steps, eager to find the spot where Sasha said the man would be waiting for . She had given a code to use in finding him.
After searching outside the packhouse. I saw a carriage with a brown horse that fitted Sasha’s description . I moved closer to it and whispered. "Mister Red."
A man raised his head, his mouth was stuffed with a cigar. There was a scar from his left eye down to his lips. He puffed and threw the smoke in my face leaving coughing. "Madam Violet." He responded in a husky voice, confirming the code.
I continued staring at him as he continued smoking. "Are you going to keep looking or what?"
"Sorry." I murmured and jumped into the wooden carriage. There was just sothing about him that felt unsettling, maybe it was the smoke or his deanor. I really didn’t know.
The night was chilly and quiet. The only noise was the sound of the horse’s hoof galloping as it pulled the carriage. My eyes were growing tired and begged for sleep.
"When we get there, can you inform ?" I said half sleeping.
"Whatever." He responded. My dizzy self finally drifted into sleep. My mont of slumber was short lived as the carriage kept galloping into potholes. I woke up, rubbing my sleepy eyes and opened my mouth to ask the driver one more ti—are we there yet.
Before he could respond, the carriage ca to a stop. The abrupt stop caused to move forward, almost colliding with the wood in front of . The horse which pulled us started neighing loudly, confirming danger.
Three n erged from the shadows and walked towards us. Each of them held a club in their hand, while one of the n held a fire torch.
They walked closer to us, pointing the torch in my face until I could feel the heating impact of the fire.
"Master would be so happy to see what we’ve brought." One of the n sneered and pulled roughly by the shoulders. I was yanked out of the carriage and fell towards the ground.
"Leave alone. Who are you?" I cried as I struggled to get to my feet. The man whom Sasha had arranged to give a ride remained silent. He hadn’t even attempted to fight with the n.
"You." One of the invaders spoke, looking at the man who had driven . "Leave now if you don’t want to die."
"What?" I scread as I managed to get to my feet. "You can’t leave without ." I rushed towards the carriage. The rider took off with great speed and I lost my balance, causing to fall to the ground. I watch him disappear into the darkness.
A hand grabbed , hurling over his shoulders.
"Who are you?" I scread, still trying to fight with them. He ignored and continued walking. I looked at the two n behind him, none of their faces were recognizable.
I didn’t want to die this way. I still had a life to live. Without thinking, I thought of a way to save myself. I extended my claws and dug into the flesh of the man who held .
He scread and threw off his body. I crashed to the ground and tried standing up to run. The next thing I felt was a fatal blow which almost blinded . I was still trying to register the pain before another blow landed on my face, sending into absolute darkness.
"Such a terrible dream." I muttered to myself as I woke up. It was quite chilly and my hands reached for my covers to pull them over .
"Oh goddess," I exclaid as I felt restricted. The dizziness cleared from my eyes and I looked at my right hand which was chained to the wall. I was seated on the floor of an unfamiliar environnt. The sll of mildew and stagnant water stung my nostrils. The environnt looked like a prison.
The last thing I rembered was being hit. The impact may have made unconscious.
"Where am I?" I scread and I got a response of an echo.
As I opened my mouth, my tongue tasted copper. Blood trickled down my forehead from the spot where I was hit. I was a werewolf, but I had always been a slow healer.
I could feel my wolf, Aria, whimpering. She also had no idea where we were. Regret stung as I blad myself for trying to run away.
The iron door creaked and a man walked inside, accompanied by others.
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