Avoiding Alpha

Chapter Twenty Five

                Nancy grinned. Anything for his sister. And he sounded so cute and oblivious. He was oblivious to her plan.

“I don’t know.”

“Two minutes, your counting.” Nancy pushed past the warrior whose indecision was annoying her. He let her go and started the count, literally two minutes was all she was getting. He was under strict orders to not let anyone out. His heart beat in his chest knowing he was disobeying a direct order, but this was Nancy, the Alpha would do anything for her and it was two minutes. The poor woman was grieving, he couldn’t even imagine the sense of disorientation she would be feeling with the loss of  a mate. He didn’t ever want to experience that.

                One minute gone and he looked down to his watch. Sixty seconds and getting lower and lower. He hummed to himself and cast frantic glances down the corridor making sure no one saw that he was breaking the rules. Fifteen seconds, ten seconds…Four Seconds…Three. Two. One…

                He opened the door to call her back inside but she wasn’t there. They weren’t there! He ran out of the door and looked around at the space outside, the gates weren’t even opened. Where had she gone. “Nancy!” He called. Oh god Turner would kill him then give him to Ray and Ray would kill him again. Maybe not literally but maybe that would have been a good thing! He felt sick, actually sick. He started to worry not about his own skin, but of the woman and child. Damn it Tim had been through too much. Where were they?! “Nancy!” He screamed.

“Too late boy. Next time, follow your Alpha’s orders.”

                He didn’t recognise the voice, it was menacing. He didn’t recognise the grip on his arm but he knew by the claw puncture that brought beaded blood to the surface of his skin, that it wasn’t one of his pack. Turner would have yelled at him, maybe pushed him a bit not drew blood. Not without explanations. This was them. The enemy and the blow to the back of his head came so suddenly that when he died, he wasn’t even aware of it….

“Tendra. Tendra. Tendra.”

                The mocking sound of his voice woke her from her fitful dream. Another day and she was still hanging from the ceiling and not too impressed. “Time to go Little Tendra.” His sing songy voice grated on her and she wanted to punch his face just to get him to shut up. But she didn’t. Her arms were unshackled from the ceiling and she fell to the floor in a heap. They did not try to help her and she held in her groans of pain merely standing up despite her aching body. Her hands were roughly caught up and heavier shackles were placed on her wrists. They weighed her hands down and when her hands were let go off they dropped suddenly until she tapped into her strength to keep them out before her. To add to her discomfort the same heavy shackles were placed around her ankles.

                She knew she would be looking terrible. She was bloodied and bruised and they had not let her clean up. The blood was crusted to her lips. She could feel the tight feel of dried blood on her cheek and underneath her eye. She knew her face was swollen and she had a feeling she had a nasty set of bruised ribs, if not a fracture to one. It hurt a lot but not as much as break did. Years of beating and she could tell the difference between a fracture and a break. She was aware of how pathetic that was and that only caused her rage to flare inside her. She smouldered silently. All the time waiting for her time. Waiting for when she would take one of these barbaric wolves with her on a little trip to the underworld. That was her first stop after death, underworld only to make sure the damn bastard she took with her stayed in hell while she moved on to the afterlife!