"He's called the Alpha of Death because death always follows him around." One male begins.
"Some say he came back from the dead."
"Others say that he's the King of the Dead."
"You know Hades, the Greek God of the Underworld?" The other man questions...
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...Melanie
I twitch. I don't know if it's because I'm so uncomfortable wherever I am, or it's the cold. I feel stiff. My mind is still foggy. I have no idea what's going on. What I do know, is that I'm outside and it's chilly. Suddenly, my arm is yanked from beneath my body where I had been uncomfortably lying on it. I realize I'm being dragged somewhere, as the ground jabs and scratches at me from the movement. The ground's also very wet and freezing cold. Is it snow? I can't open my eyes and my mouth is so parched as if I haven't drank water in months.
The last thing I remember are Lucas's eyes as we were leaving Caine's horrid castle. The panic in Lucas's pretty blue eyes as my own eyes slid shut... I've seen that look on him before, when I almost died, so long ago. Except this time, it felt like something more as if he actually cared about me and not just the results of my death on him and his Pack. He had ran forward to save me from hitting the ground like dead weight. Wait, what the hell even happened?
I try to open my eyes. I hear sounds, of people hustling and talking nearby, yet I'm still being dragged. Why can't I open my eyes? Where am I being taken? Who the hell is dragging me? My eyes feel crusty like I haven't opened them in a long time. I couldn't have lost consciousness for more than a day. I just needed to sleep the exhaustion and pain off, and Lucas should be here with me right now. But then, as if some miracle happens, my eyes open the slightest bit and bright light shines through the darkness. At the same time, my dragger drops my arm.
I squint through the sun's piercing rays, noticing branches, barren from leaves and animals, above me. I recall Lucas and I's last encounter, before the sleep hit, being in the forest after he won the very short war against Caine. Clearly Caine was unprepared and he sucked. I don't mind because it meant he'd be dealt with the way he deserved. But if the person who should be here right now is Lucas, why would my mate drag me around like a sack of potatoes? I'm not denying that I'm a potato though. I'm a proud potato.
"How far are we now? I want to get as far as possible before this seventh night hits." A high-pitched, annoying voice hollers. Not recognizing the woman's voice, I shut my eyes, pretending to be asleep again. If Lucas isn't here, then there's a big problem. "Because when we stop again, I'm scared that damned Alpha and his warlock will be able to find us." I barely contain my gasp, because this news does not sound good to me. Alphas mean good, and people running from Alphas? That's problematic. Especially because Lucas is an Alpha. (if it's still unclear, a week has passed since Alessandra's band of merry men took Caine and Melanie from Jeremy and left)
"Roughly thirty kilometers." A man gruffly replies, his voice sounding strangely familiar. I can't put a name to it just yet. I hear a few more voices but none of them are loud enough for me to comprehend. My wolf is still radio-silent. That's another problem. I don't know if she's still around or if I somehow just lost her. Just before I think things can't get any worse, the same man, I'm assuming from his voice, is right beside me, taunting me. "I know you're awake, little one."
