Chapter 6 - A Switch in Plans
Zezi hid behind another tree, her senses alert. She was listening attentively for any movement.
It had been two days or maybe even more she couldn't really tell. She was running out of supplies and she had left behind her weapons at the tent when she fled.
Her eyes ached from lack of sleep and she was sure she must stink. It had been a while since she had a bath and she hadn't come across any river yet, nor had it rained. She couldn't waste the water she had with her on her body, she was reserving that for her thirst.
She ran to the next tree and laid her back flatly against it. She bit her lips to stop herself from crying. She felt so cold and alone. She missed her daughter and her husband, yet she knew she couldn't go back. If she did, she wouldn't be able to stay. He would take her away, she would be forced to leave with the enemy.
She was certain that with the Alpha, knowing everything now, he would have drawn up another bargain that involved her.
But could she blame him? It was just her, a pack member, against the whole pack. Any Alpha would do it.
She came across another werewolf who attacked her yet again. This time, it took a little longer to bring him down. He had shifted into his wolf midair and her steps had flattered a little.
She had snapped too, shifting into her wolf. A huge silver wolf that made the other cower. Her wolf had blue eyes, just as she did. Her wolf was angry and desperate. She growled in warning to her opponent, a brown wolf that obviously stood no chance. But the wolf didn't listen and he had charged at her instead.
She tried hard not to kill him but this wolf was determined to do otherwise. Whatever madness had set in his brains. So when he sank his canines into her arm, past her fur, she didn't hesitate to draw her claws sharply against his neck, rippling his lungs open.
The wolf fell with a thud, lifeless. Some distance away, she could hear a wolf howling in pain.
They were here.
With her bag in her mouth, her wound healing fast, yet her fur stained with her blood, she ran.
When she finally changed back to her human form, it was at night. She was so thankful that she had packed some extra clothing or else she would have to be scrolling along this forest naked.
She was hungry, tired, and afraid. Changing to her wolf had made her use up all her strength and she had now ran out of food. She fell to the floor exhausted.
How long exactly could she run? Where was she running to?
Away, her mind answered.
But where was "away"? Was what she was doing right? Was it wise?
She couldn't think for long because soon, the sleep that she had been trying so hard to avoid for a while now tackled her and overcame her.
She found herself falling into a nightmare of what had happened the night she became rogue. The night the vampires came into their pack and killed them all.
She could feel it all again, the fear that rushed into her veins as she discovered that her parents were gone. She could hear the screaming, she could feel the fire burning, her legs aching from running too much.
It all happened when she was eight. They had attacked them and her pack had not been ready. It was an ambush, one that happened in the dead of the night.
While she ran aimlessly with tears running down her face, someone had pulled her aside quickly. Before she could even scream, a hand was over her mouth while the person pulled her along into a dark passageway.
The voice she had heard made her cease her struggling. It was a voice she knew all too well. It was George, the Alpha's son.
"Run and don't look back. Run, Zezi. I will be right here by your side, we do this together."
That was the night her hatred for Vampires began. Up until then, it had just been tales of their cruelty but that night, she experienced it and lost everything.
Except George.
He had lost everything too, yet he stayed with her and they did it together.
She started shivering as she laid on the cold floor. Tears running down her eyes, the images still playing in her mind, the voices still loud in her ears.
When she woke up again, she was standing face to face with a warrior. His eyes became wide with discovery. Immediately, he realized who she was, but before he could say anything, she had already tackled him to the ground and left him unconscious.
She packed up her bags quickly, pushing the hunger away.
They were here already?! How long had she slept?!
The sun peeking through the trees answered her question and she gnashed her teeth.
It was daylight!
She knew she shouldn't have fallen asleep! Now what was she going to do?
Before she made it far though, she heard a silver chain swinging swiftly across the air. With her accelerated hearing, she knew where it was going to land. She jumped off the ground at that instant; the chain that was supposed to have her legs in bondage held thin air.
She looked back at her attacker and that was when she made a mistake. There her husband was, behind her, his eyes holding pain that seemed suffocating.
Silver chains wrapped firmly around her legs then, altering her balance and ripping her harshly from her thoughts. She fell with a thud. She reached down quickly to loosen the chains, but it burnt her hands, and she cried out in pain.
"George..." She called out in a painful whisper. He walked closer, next to her attacker; his eyes still hadn't stopped holding all that pain.
"The Alpha wants no harm upon you." He said when he finally got in front of her.
"George...?"
"I advise you come with us quietly."
His words hurt. She understood that he could be mad at her for leaving without an explanation but he should know why.
This was just plain hurtful. How could he turn against her like this? Out of everyone, he should understand!
She blinked the tears that refused to stop rolling down her cheeks away and smiled painfully.
"Or what? You will kill me?"
"Zeta Zezi...."
"Whatever, Beta." She glared down at the chains still wrapped around her legs before looking up at them.
"You definitely won't be taking me alive. I will make sure of that."
George's jaw tightened, and then suddenly, a smile crossed his lips. Zezi's confidence washed over with confusion.
Did he, perhaps, want her dead?
George turned around swiftly, hitting the warrior next to him on his neck. The warrior fell unconscious, and then he pressed his thumb on his forehead. His eyes rolled back for a while before they retained their normal position, and he tossed the warrior aside.
Then he winked at her.
"I was hoping you would say that."
Relief washed over her and amidst the pain, she found herself smiling back at him.
This was the George she knew. The one that was with her all those years while they were rogues, the one that was always willing to take any risk for her. The one that decided to accept her proposal for them to be chosen mates when they discovered that she would never have one. Although now, she really didn't know how she felt about that but it was reassuring to have George with her. Reassuring to have him here with her again, like every other time he never left.
He pulled out thick gloves from his pocket and undid the chains. He brought her up, carrying her in his arms because she wouldn't be able to walk for a while till the wound healed. Which was going to take quite a while considering it was silver.
George had an ability passed down to him from his generation. He could make people forget things if he wanted to. Just like what he had done to the warrior, he would forget ever seeing Zezi or who attacked him. It was mostly a game of luck with the power because sometimes it would work and other times it wouldn't. This was just one of those few lucky times that it did.
He brought them to a river, where she was able to have her bath and change her clothes. Throughout the journey, they both kept quiet.
When they finally got to somewhere they could rest, George tended to her wounds. She was healing at a rather fast rate but she would still need a while to stay off her feet.
She leaned against the tree where she sat, tired. She gulped down the bottle of water George had given her while she stared down at the empty food wrapper. It was so good to have her belly full again.
"I'm sorry." She finally mustered the courage to face what she had been avoiding. He looked at her from where he sat some distance away then looked away.
When did he become so hard to read? So distant. It felt like whoever he was while saving her a while ago had completely been replaced.