2 Waking up

────•~❉᯽❉~•──── **Two**

────•~❉᯽❉~•────**Edeen**

I'm jolted awake after having freezing cold water dumped on me. Disorientated I realize I'm sitting on the floor leaning against a wall. I silently stare at my attacker, he is a smaller build with medium length brown hair. He's wearing a blue solid v-neck with blue

jeans and solid white tennis shoes.

Blinking the water from my eyes I look at my surroundings, I'm in a dungeon with concrete walls, a small rectangular window is directly in

front of me almost at the top of the wall signaling that we are below ground. The concrete floors have cracks sporadically running through it. Both the walls and floors contributing little to no warmth. Damn. It's cold in here, even more so since I'm drenched with freezing cold water.

A growl rising in my throat as I remember this man just dumped water on me. I try to lunge at him but I'm immediately yanked back by the silver collar that is around my neck chained to the wall behind me.

Instinctively I reach for the collar but I'm stopped yet again by silver chains holding my arms hostage to the wall. The silver burns,

leaving indentations in my skin as it's trying to heal over. My wounds from the bullets not even fully healed yet, making the chains worse for me.

I snarl at the young man, who now has a crooked smile dancing on his lips. What is wrong with these people. I'm as human as they are. Granted I have an asshole wolf sharing my body, but still. "*Who's the asshole?*" Cecilie growls at me.

"Calm down Cecilie, I love you I wouldn't want any other wolf other you. Besides you keep me company." I mentally roll my eyes at her.

"*You better love me I heal your ass,*" she snorts "*but I do like your company.*" She slightly wags her tail at that. Cecilie, my wolf, isn't very talkative. She has an attitude but even if she won't admit it she loves me. As much as it makes me sound like a crazy person she's my best friend.

Stevens must have noticed me and Cecilie talking in my head because he

piped up. "You're chained mutt, you're not going anywhere." His smile slowly becoming more crooked as he spoke, "you're a lucky one you'll get to meet the master. He has big plans for you and you're. . . wolf."

I refuse to show any fear, so I sit there as thoughts swirl through my head. Whose this master? Where am I? Why did he take me? It doesn't matter though I have a feeling I'll figure out soon enough.

A wicked grin plays across my lips as I have a devious thought. "What are you grinning at mutt? Look at your position!" The man spats, god his voice was getting annoying.

I grin more causing him to me right in my jaw. My head slammed to the left at the impact, I slowly rotate my jaw trying to ease the pain.

The taste of iron oozes into my mouth, a clear sign I bit my tongue after his hit. I growl at him as I spit onto his solid white shoes,

that gain a red tint from the contact of my blood. I laugh at the successful shot. Grinning at myself in pleasure.

"You bitch!" He hits me harder, this time breaking my nose. I feel the warm red liquid trickle down my face and begin to laugh at this man. Is that all he can do? My uncle made me suffer worse to become a

liable alpha. His little parlor tricks won't break me. He spits at me and raises his hand getting ready to strike me again after my laughter outburst, but he's interrupted by an angry sounding man.

"Stevens!" a male voice shouts at the man who had been hitting me. I'm unable to see the owner of the voice but it sounds familiar somehow.

Stevens turns pale and looks toward the dungeon door. He then silently whispers something that only I can hear, "you're fucked now mutt."

"Stevens, how many times have I told you to keep your hands off the merchandise? You better hope it's still able to fight or it'll be YOUR head." The man growls almost animal-like. I tilt my head at his comment. Fight? What does he mean?

"Leave us," he commands. Stevens exits through the door, it slams on his way out. He would have been running with his tail between his legs if he had one. I snicker at the thought, 'big bad' man gets off on

hitting me but runs like a bitch when it comes to this man. So who exactly is the 'big bad' man scared of?

The mysterious man huffs in disappointment, I can imagine him shaking his head. I finally speak up hate laced in my voice, "who are you exactly?" I hear footsteps come close to me and I finally look up. Who I see has my blood running cold.

He has short black hair, a strong build and is relatively tall. He's wearing a black suit with solid black dress shoes. I now know why his

voice sounded familiar. It was the man I tried to attack before I went down, after my packs slaughter. My eyes turn the red and pale blue

color that belongs to my wolf, signaling she's taking over. She growls in anger remember what this man did to our pack.

He smiles and politely introduces his self, " my name is Jackal but you may call me Master."

I let out a growl, as I notice something else he has the aroma of a wolf. He's a rogue, but also a hunter. This man is undoubtedly insane.

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