Chapter 3: His Story
Chapter Three: His Story.
"Laurel! Laurel, wake up." Her wolf whispered to her. She moaned sleepily, but sharp pains went to her brain, taking away all the sleep.
"Where are we?" She opened her eyes to see a bright light hanging above her. She tried to cover her eyes with her hands, but her hands were chained.
"Where are we really?" She struggled more to look away from the light. How long had she been unconscious?
The room she was in was wet and soggy; algae grew on its walls, and there was a dead cockroach smeared on it. She crawled away from it.
What a sick place! Her stomach churned. Was she in a dungeon? Who dared keep her here? She was reminded of the events at the ball and the sudden attack by Goddess knows who.
Lena’s screams played in her ears, and she bit her lips. "Lena! Lena!! Are you there?" Lena was the only one in her life. Her only sister.
"Please, moon goddess." She moaned, dragging herself to stand. "Is someone there?"
The door, which she never saw, opened, and she fell back in fright. A tall figure walked in, and the light blinded her from seeing the person’s face.
She studied the person and found the unique-designed sword that belonged to Stefan on their side. It was her mate. Elma wanted to leap for joy, but Laurel controlled her.
"Did you bring us here?"
"Us?" he asked back.