Filed To Story: In the Shadow of the Past Luna (Lily & James)
I did not plan to accept Lily’s rejection. I had plans! But as I listened to her bullsh&t “begging.”
I could not help but get angrier and angrier. How could she think it was okay to taunt me like that? Does she not know the penalty for bad-mouthing an alpha heir?
Of course, if I am being honest, that was not the part that upset me. The part that upset me was that everything that Lily said, she said with absolute certainty and sincerity in her voice. She made it seem. like everything I thought I knew about the world was wrong.
And then Lily taunted me with the idea of her sleeping with other males. Had I been thinking clearly, I would have asked my father to put her in the dungeons so that she could not carry out her threat.
in and accepted her rejection.
If Lily rejecting me made me feel like half my heart had been ripped from my chest, accepting Lily’s rejection made me feel like my entire heart had been ripped out. And then, watching her stumble out of the event hall? That felt like watching my soul get stolen away.
I could feel myself quickly losing consciousness, but I knew I had to do something. “Seal the borders!”
I screamed with all the energy left in me. “Lily Brogan cannot leave this pack! Get her back here NOW!”
The guards looked at each other, and then at my father and Beta Robert. They knew-and I knew-that I had no authority to give such an order… not that it had stopped me from barking orders all morning.
Thankfully, my father jumped in. “Do as he says! We cannot let her leave until I figure out what on earth.
just happened.”
And with that, I passed out.
Author Note: This chapter will introduce a few new characters. Their importance to the underlying story will become clear relatively soon.
(Dr. Jay Hyder POV)
I am currently lying in the trunk of a car. My eyes are blindfolded, my hands are handcuffed, and my ankles are in chains. The handcuffs and chains are silver, which prevent me from shifting or communicating with my wolf. They are also burning the sh&t out of my skin.
I do not know how long I have been in the trunk. I was placed in here while I was either sleeping or unconscious. From the smell of my breath, I suspect that someone managed to dose me with wolfsbane before I went to bed last night. Wolfsbane is lethal to wolves in high doses and can act as a strong sedative in smaller ones..
I can tell that we are driving somewhere, and we have been for a while. By my rough estimate, we have been on the road for at least 4-5 hours since I woke up.
I am not scared. Not even a little bit. Given my prior career, I have been trained on how to handle these types of situations, and very few things scare me anyway.
I am, however, angry and annoyed. I am also very curious.
I have never been kidnapped before. That is not because I am a lovable or likeable guy. To the contrary, my temperament can be quite challenging for people to deal with at times. My prior career also earned me plenty of enemies who would be thrilled to get an opportunity to kidnap or kill me.
The problem is that I am not exactly what you would call an “easy”
target. I am 6’5″, strong, and highly trained, and my wolf senses are sharp. Whoever my kidnappers are, I am sort-of impressed that they were able to pull it off. It was either dumb luck or talent worth me hiring…. after I teach these sons of bit&
&es a lesson about messing with me.
I feel the road underneath me become very bumpy, indicating that we are no longer on paved roads. I suspect that means that we are getting closer to our final destination.
Sure enough, about twenty minutes later, the car stops. I hear someone unlock the trunk and start to open it. Through the top of my blindfold, I see a flash of sunlight before the trunk is immediately slammed shut, hard.
“Not out here!”
a female voice yells. Her voice is close by, so my guess is that she was the one who closed the trunk. “Someone might see something. Pull into the garage.”
The car engine starts again, and the car moves slowly forward before it stops for the second time. This time, when the trunk opens, it stays open.
Four hands -most likely all belonging to males- lift me out of the trunk. I am carried somewhere, and then laid down on what feels like a bed.
“How long until he wakes up?”
the female asks.
“I dunno,”
a male voice responds.
“How much wolfsbane did you give him?”
“A few leaves,”
the same male responds.
“How many is a few?”
the female demands, her voice sounding irritated.
“I don’t know. Three, four, ten? We really didn’t measure it. We were sort of in a hurry, we did not want to get caught.”
“What??? Seriously, Joey?!?!? You are smarter than that! Too much wolfsbane can be deadly! You always have to measure it to make sure you don’t kill anyone! We cannot afford to lose him!”
“Relax, OK?”
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“Relax, OK?”
a different male voice says. “He is still breathing and it has been several hours. We did not kill him. Let’s just wait for him to wake up.”
“How will we know when he wakes up?”
the female asks. “He is blind-folded. Should we remove the blind
-fold?”
“Nah, leave it on for now. I am sure he will move or something,”
the male I now know as Joey responds.
Listening to this conversation, I find myself feeling utterly disappointed. It is clear that these folks are not pros. The successful kidnapping was probably just dumb luck.
It is also clear that these folks are not associated with any of my known enemies. It is well known in our career circles that my body processes wolfsbane differently than other wolves. A typical dose of wolfsbane can be expected to last in my system no more than 30-60 minutes. These bozos clearly do not know that, which means they also did not do their homework.
Two hours have now passed. I can be sure of the time because there is some sort of old-style clock in the room. To entertain myself, I have been paying attention to the sounds and keeping trac
I have been fully awake since we arrived, and no I have not moved. Why bother? These dipsh&ts want to mess with me; I will mess right back. I am happy to be patient. My mate will understand when I explain it to her later.
More time has passed. Someone in the room has started pacing. The footsteps are light, so I think it is the female. 1
It has now been three hours.
It has now been four hours.
For the past ten minutes, the female’s pacing has been interrupted by intermittent pauses in which her footsteps will head my direction, hesitate, and then go back to pacing the other direction again.
This is a tell-tale sign that the female is about to break.
Sure enough, shortly after the four hour mark, the female yells at the two males. “We cannot wait anymore! We need to wake him up!”
she tells them.
The males apparently agree with her, because the next thing I know, I am being moved into the sitting position and my blindfold is removed.
I open my eyes and give the three werewolves in front of me a knowing smile. As intended, my smile. immediately throws them off.
“You… you are awake?”
“I see your eyes are not broken. Yet,”
I smirk.
“How long have you been awake?”
the female asks.
“Does it really matter? I am sure you did not bring me here to discuss my sleeping habits,”
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