As you've no doubt read I'm not a good spelling, frankly i suck a spelling but please don't go on about all my spelling mistakes, i will fix them. But it really brings my  confidence down allot and won't wanna write. I try my hardest to get the spelling right but there will always be something wrong.

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Deadly Darkness || Chapter Fourteen || Nightmare.

The first thing Kris noticed once she stopped her roar of angry, was that she was once again chained down.

And of course that there was another person in her glorified prison.

Who ever it was cowering away from her in a fetus position hiding their head between their legs, she could sense it.

All of it clearly said that they were petrified of her.

Kris's wolf Crimson howled pitifully hating that they had made this person fear them. Kris herself was confused too til she took in their scent; mate.

"I'm-I'm sorry" Kris stuttered the words felt weird coming from her, she hadn't said sorry in years.

The air shifted as he poked his head up, he didn't make a sound but she still felt his gaze on her. 

"I didn't mean to scare you, mate" she told him.

"My-my-my names Loki, your-r your Mors" He stuttered adorably

"Damn" snarled Kris, causing Loki to cry out.

"Sorry" she repeated, she hoped this wasn't going to be constant thing, she had never like apologizing.

"It's okay" Loki whispered.

"Can you unlock me, mate? I'd like to get up" she asked nicely.

What's gonna on with me? Why am I being so nice? It feels wrong to be nice.

Astonishment appeared to be the only emotion Kris could comprehend around Loki.

She just wasn't nice.

"I'm sorry" Loki whispered upset that he would have to disappoint his mate, but he was just to scared to go against his king. "Master Julian has commanded that you don't be released, as you are a risk. I'm sorry" he repeated.

The smell of salt filled the air as tears dropped from his eyes, he was already disappointing his mate.

Burning angry ignited in her at her mate calling her father 'Master' as if he was better then him.

As her heart ached at her mates pain, knowing she couldn't comforted him, Kris sighed and ready herself for the coming pain.

Closing the last bit of her eyes tight.

She counted down from five, "five, four, three, two," on two she twisted and yanked her arm through the cuffs. 

Without thinking of Ryder's gasp of shock and pulled her other arm through.

She grunted as tears stung her tears, she didn't let any drop.

Once she sat up she reached down and felt her hands. From her wrist and hands were skinned. Slowly the skin begun to regrow. The blood from her hands dropped onto the floor, until the skin developed and covered the scraps.

A warm body smashed into Kris pushing her back on what she assumed was a bed.

In return she wrapped her arms around him holding him close. She finally had her mate close.

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Vlader woke to a dripping on his on his cheek, groaning he turned over only to have the liquid drop into his ear.

"Arrrr" he again groaned, sitting up with a sigh.

His eyebrows creased in confusion at his whereabouts.

For a second all Vlader could do was stare blankly at the dirt cell he war imprisoned in without comprehension.

An appearance of a familiar presence brought his mind up to speed.

Outside his cell stood a woman all dress in army green.

His thoughts flicked to the memory of falling, she had hit him and let him fall. Another memory surfaced of him waking on the journey here, and of her kicking him swiftly in the head, causing him to unconscious.

Being near Kris animistic ways for months, had influenced his actions, so it didn't surprise him when he growled flashing his teeth. Though it certainly shocked the woman.

Quickly, if he hadn't been watching he would have missed it, she rearranged her features, blanking her face.

"What is your name, age, species and rank?" she demanded.

Smirking Vlader kept quite, knowing he was irritating her.

It was something he had learned from Kris, she wasn't exactly the most talkative person around. Normally if she doubt want him to talk to her she'd throw something at him.

"Answer me, or I will come in there and rip the answer from you."

At this Vlader threw his head back and laughed, he had gone against Kris's angry, he was sure that nothing was scarier then that.

She unlocked the door and smashed it against the wall, charging in to pull Vlader up by my collar of his shirt slamming him against the stone wall.

All the while Vlader couldn't stop himself from laughing, this was child's play compare to what Kris had do as training. Though he always though it was more of a stress release for her then training for him.

"You first princess" he smiled taunting her.

Giving in she told him, hoping to instill fear in him at his position. "Angeles Ross, 19, Commander of the Knighting Warriors"

That made Vlader pause for a second, Knighting Warriors were the best of best. The front line for Werewolves if ever a war between the species broken out. They sacrifice their whole lives, hardly if ever see their pack ever again.

"Vlader Grey, 18, only apprentice to Mors" His smile was wiped from his face when he looked into his eyes.

At the same second they both whispered, "Mate".

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The door flying of the hinges broken the peaceful spell Loki and Kris had been under.

Men, by the scent, poured into the room surrounding them. Then her father entered, she could tell my the aura of power.

"Loki leave the room we have some business to attend too" he spoke dismissively to Loki.

When he went to move, without consciously thinking of it Kris placed him behind her back, and snarled at them.

"Do I sense mates? Haha this will be easy then" Kris heard him reach for something in his robes.

"I'm so sorry, mate" Loki whispered, holding into her cloak.

Before she could ask him what he meant a  buzzing filled the air along with her mates' tortured screams.

Turning her back of her enemy, Kris had never done, but knowing her mate was in pain all her rules suddenly didn't exist in her mind.

"Loki, honey, Loki" She shouted reaching blindly for him.

When she finally found the instrument that caused her Loki's pain. A metal collar was sending shocks throw his body.

Using all her strength she attempted to wrench it apart,do anything to help him.

"Stop! Stop it!" she screamed at her father.

"Please!" her voice cracking, the first real emotion she had show since becoming Mors.

Her heart ached as her mind went a hundred miles a minute, trying top find a way to help her hurting mate.

Kris placed her fingers against Loki's cheeks, feeling them, she noticed the streaming tears, tears of her own streaked down her face.

And still Jillian didn't stop.

Fury made Kris acted without thinking, she launched herself at her father with a roar.

She was about to become his worst,

"Nightmare"

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