Red Riding Hood is a Huntress Devotee: Chapter 13

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I woke up with a splitting headache at the base of my skull. I sat up from my hard bed to find myself in a dark room. The little I could see of it came from a small light bulb that was almost burned out hanging bare from a chain in the ceiling. I pulled on the cord to see if it could become any brighter and found it only turned the bulb on and off. I clicked it back on and looked around the room. It had stone walls, wet from something, the door was made from steel bars with wood placed over them for privacy. I could barely see out of the small window to find it lead to another stone hallway. By the look and smell of everything I seemed to be underground. The whole place smelled damp and full of mildew.

A small tapping sound could be heard and I found that from a small crack in the ceiling came a drip. The room was bare except for a dresser and the cot I was now sitting on. I looked down at my self to find I was still wearing my swim suit from the community pool. I looked around and found that my purse was thrown under the cot. I immediately pulled out the werewolf box Caleb had given me. My Luna necklace I knew I had left at the pack house already, so they couldn’t take it and destroy it, just in case I got caught. I placed the werewolf box underneath the dresser planning on finding a more secure place for it.

I opened up the drawers to find everything the same. I pulled out one of each thing. I put on a matching black lace bra and underwear to find they fit me perfectly. They must have gotten my measurements from my Grand-Mama. I pulled on a black tank top before quickly sliding the hunter green v-neck down over it. I slipped on the black leather skinny jeans and two inch heel combat boots and topped it all off with a leather jacket that barely went past my boobs. The sleeves went down to my wrists and had snaps to attach some leather fingerless gloves to. The knuckles had silver studs attached to them.

I found some silver nail polish but after a moment decided not to put it on in case it was actual silver and would hurt a werewolf. I put on the belt and attached the pockets. If I am to be here I better act like I’ve given in so they will be kinder to me. Everything fit perfectly and I could move splendidly in them. I was a little warmer now in this cold damp place. I went to the door to find that there was no handle on the inside. I pushed on the door and nothing happened, it tried pulling on it by sticking my hand out the small window and still nothing. A sharp rap sounded and made me jump back. A familiar face peeked through the window, my face.

“Well I guess since you’ve decided to get dressed you can come out now.” Aretha said unlocking the door from the outside. “You start your training now Fence.”

“Let me go. I don’t want to be a Hunter.”

“Oh Vanessa, you don’t have a choice. Once you have finished with your training this week we will prepare you to be inducted by the end of the fortnight. Any later and your precious mate might find you. You will become a Hunter whether you like it or not Vanessa, and there is nothing you or your pack of mutts can do to get you out of it. Caleb hasn’t even given you the werewolf box yet and you are to give the Huntress one to me right now.” She said stomping into the room and ripping my purse off of my bed and holding it open. I reached my hand inside and pulled out the box with the oval around the flower. If I had known I would have given her the werewolf box and not worried about it until after I opened it, instead of hiding it. I have only one advantage right now and that is that no one knows I have the werewolf box.

I put the box into her outstretched hand as she smiled at me. “Good choice Fence. Have you finally decided to give in?”

“Well I can’t feel Caleb anymore, you killed him, that is the only explanation.” I bluffed hoping she would play along. “I want to kill the bastards that let me leave. They let me get kidnapped and let Caleb die. They are going to feel my wrath.” Aretha smiled a cruel heartless smile at me before she spoke again.

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