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“If we’re lucky, we can find a good match and be safe from this, so just sit still.”
A good match?
“I already have a good match,” I said, careful to keep my voice low.
More shifting and rattling. The cold of the hard floor reminded me of the basement. I sucked in the air and tried to release it slowly.
This wasn’t the basement, and I wasn’t a meek little near human. My wolf was here and my mate was somewhere. He was going to get a fist to his face when he got here, but at least he was here.
I can feel your emotions. Calm yourself, mate.
Calm myself?
What are you on that you get to tell me to calm myself?
My chest was burning with the need for air. Okay, he was right on one point. If I couldn’t get my fear in check, I was going to end up passed out on the floor.
Breathe in and out. I repeated it over and over to myself and cringed at the stench. There was far more than just my vomit needing to be cleaned out. The sticky, sweet scent of unwashed females alongside rotting urine and shit and the goddess only knew what else. This was awful.
My wolf paced, which wasn’t helping my nerves much except that she was at least here, and I wasn’t the same girl I was before.
Get information while you can. I’ll be there soon.
Information my foot.
I sniffed the air and aside from the gross smell of unwashed female, and maybe the stink of lack of a bathroom, I could smell something else; I took a second to realize there were lots of females here. Information. I could do information. Maybe I could get them all out of here.
I’d had days of trying to sleep and grow stronger, but in that time I couldn’t forget the slaves that I’d left behind. No, the girls that hadn’t been sold yet. Anger burned alive within me. At least my old alpha would no longer pass on his toxic ways. That was the only prize in the last 24 hours.
I shifted on the cement and tried to push aside everything. The torment of what I’d once known. This was not the same. I needed to keep my focus on what itwasn’tto keep myself grounded and out of another panic attack. This wasn’t the basement, and I wasn’t stuck here.
A quick yank of my wrist reminded me that the last part wasn’t really true. I was literally stuck. But, as I emptied my lungs and filled them slowly, I made myself believe that I could escape this place and no one would have to pay for my disobedience. No one depended on me staying here. Not my father. Not my old pack. Not the girls that were stuck being my cell mates. Here, I would be willing to bet we were all on our own.
I cleared my throat.
“How many of us are there? When do they open the door?” I tried to keep my voice low enough that no one but the girls next to me could hear.
“Once a day. They’ll pull who they want and march us around the square.”
The square, that was different.
“What pack is this?”
One of the females next to me shifted closer.
“We don’t know.”
I shifted, and the scrape of metal was the only noise breaking the near deafening silence of breathing.
“What pack are you from?”
She shrugged. Another female sniffled. Finally, someone else moved closer.
“Most of the girls aren’t from packs. A few are. Me? I’m a witch. Figure that out.”
The ground was cold against my bare ass. My wolf finally settled for a moment, and she realized that if I just kept breathing, kept myself calmer, I could feel my mate. Well at least she figured out something instead of driving me nuts with the pacing.
I had no idea this was a thing. Not that anyone had ever taught me about mate bonds.
