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Hello!

I am typing out these chapters as fast as I can. I'm starting class another class soon and don't want to feel too overwhelmed. It was a good thing I had Misha's story all mapped out. There is a total of eight to nine chapters left. Yes, still a whole lot more to cover.

For those who asked about my pregnancy, I am doing well. I have started to feel baby move. My little peanut is active at night and in the morning. My little peanut is usually quiet around lunch time. Four more months and this baby is coming. My baby anatomy ultrasound is next week Monday. I will keep you all inform if we are team pink or team blue. :P

Leila Vy

I was growing weaker each day. First day, I had woken up to be securely chained to a wall. My arms and legs were cuffed. Being a prisoner was no joy ride. I didn't get the luxury of walking around. I was too much of a risk and a danger to whoever came in.

Capturing an Alpha was one thing. Torturing was a whole another thing. They made sure I couldn't rip their throats.

Each day, my torturer came in, wearing his steel toe boots. The wolf was strong. I'll give him that. His size was almost as big as mine. His scraggily blonde hair stuck to him like a second skin—oily and revolting.

When he came in the first time, he enjoyed inflicting pain on me. I was punched so many times I couldn't count. All I could feel was pain. It shot all over my body. My jaw popped out many times and my eyes were swollen shut.

"You better hope that slut of yours come and save your sorry arse. If she doesn't I'll take the pleasure of torturing you daily." He said on the second day.

I hoped to god that Misha wasn't stupid enough to come charging back here. Alpha Rayne told me that she caught my spy easily. She let him tail around her territory and had her little fun with him before she sent him back in pieces.

It was like she had no heart. There was no emotions or feelings in her eyes. She told me why she was doing this on the first day she brought me back here.

"Men are alike. Unfaithful. Disgusting. Weak." She spat as she paced before him in the dungeon. "Your craving for power and idea of male domination I find completely revolting and frankly I'm offended. You think you're stronger than me but you are the one who is chained. You didn't outsmart me. I outsmarted you. Alpha Michael, your pack thought you saved me but you only added more oil to the fire. My hatred for you dominating males can never be quenched. I want you all to submit, kneeling down on your knees like the disgusting mutts you all are."

Water splashed on my face. It was day six since I've been here. My torturer stood before me and like always he held a carving animal knife. He cut me, stabbed me, drained me of my blood to keep me weak. I looked up at him through hooded eyes. Pain vibrated through my body.

The young looking female doctor walked in and like every day she tended to my wounds mildly but not enough to heal them. No stitches or anything. She looked at my wrists and noticed the bruising and the blood. It was burning.

"Your wrists are infected." She said quietly before turning to my torturer.

"You are going to have to release one side of his cuff. He won't survive this. His body is burning up from the infection. His wolf is losing strength. Soon, his wolf won't be able to heal these wounds. He will die." The doctor insisted.

The torturer scoffed, "Have you seen the size of him?"

I lifted my head weakly to look at him, "Afraid I'll kill you?"

He growled, "I'm not afraid of you."

"Then release me. I promise not to kill you. Besides I'm too fucking weak to rip your disgusting throat. I won't be able to shift." I mumbled.

My torturer looked at me a few minutes longer. I thought he wouldn't do it but he made an irritated sound before stomping towards me. Shifting through his back pocket he pulled out several keys on a ring.

"Only one cuff. Once this one is tended to, the other one we will cuff you back up and loosen up the other one." He ordered.

The moment he released the cuff, my arm fell to the side. I swung weakly. The doctor had to prop me back up against the wall. I threw my head back in exhaustion. The world was spinning around me.

My torturer laughed, "Ah, this brings back memories."

My ears twitched. The doctor worked on my hand. She dabbed at the wound and moved back to the table behind her to grab a few more supplies.

"Your little slut was just as weak as you were when I took her for the first time. She didn't even bother moving. Bent over the table like a good little girl that she was."

No...

He was only fucking with my mind.

"The first time I did it, she didn't move but I wanted to see how feisty she could be. I allowed her to gain her strength back. When I took her the second time. She fought me. Bitch clawed my skin and scratched my back. I got marks on my neck. She fought me hard. Talking about it got my dick hard." He boasted. My chest tightened. My gut churned with disgust and bile. My wolf was snarling and hissing, pacing in my head.

"You got to admit though, that bitch got a tight little hole. Man, I can't wait to get her back here." He said huskily.

Rage flew through me unimaginably. I roared and my free hand shot out to grip his throat tightly. My rage used as an anchor to my exhaustion. I was able to push it aside and focused all my energy on the fool before me.

"Fucking get him." The torturer wheezed to the surprise doctor. The doctor turned around and scrambled through her pack for a syringe.

"There are a number of people I would like to kill but you- "I said through clenched teeth. "-you just mmade it to the top of the list."

I tightened my hands tightly around his throat. My claws lengthening for that final rip of his skin. I dug my nails enough and was about to pull when a syringe hit my chest. I looked up to see the doctor had administered a sedative.

I went down fast. If what he said was true, I was inwardly glad that Misha didn't remember. She didn't need to relive the months she spent down here. These past six days was excruciating. I can't seem to get out of the haze of what's real or not real. The torturer fell onto the ground gasping for breath and crawled on his feet away from me but before I went down. I gave him a promise.

"You will die by my hands and my hands alone." I snarled and allowed darkness to take over me.

Misha

We left the town unnoticed. Sebastian used a masking spray on us that masked out scent. Humans used it when they go hunting. It works the same way with us. We passed the border and continued onto our destination. I knew I shouldn't trust him. He could lead me to my very death and a trap but he was my only choice. I had to believe that what he said earlier, he wasn't lying. That the person I knew was really the true him.

Sebastian and I reached the place I dreamt about in two hours. I walked over the shoreline and dropped to my knees immediately. I began digging. Several minutes later, the red cloth appeared in front of me. I picked it up and spread it open. The amulet was still here.

I looked up to see Sebastian looking at me. He nodded for me to put it away.

"We have to keep going. We do not have much time left." He said.

I nodded and shoved into the small bag I carried. Now that I knew I was a werewolf, I was able to summon enough strength to run at the same pace of every werewolf. Sebastian and I made it to Alpha Rayne's territory.

I watched him take down the two guards patrolling the border. They will be out for a few hours, giving us enough time to get in and get out if everything goes successfully.

Sebastian took hold of my hand and we weaved our way through the territory. 

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By the way, I received this awesome cover made by mrsalynn. Beautiful interpretation of Misha.