Chapter 103

Xander ---

Upon waking up in the morning, I was a little confused. The last thing I remembered was that I was about to rip my sister a new one in the conference room. In the process of prying my eyes open, I was a bit disoriented as I was lying in my own bed. My eyes were closed and I was trying to remember what had happened in the conference room as I closed them. There was a guard who separated my sister and me, then there was the bee sting. Our bodies had been injected with a serum that knocked us out. There's no denying it! It is no secret that my father has always kept a lot of that hidden from me to keep the crazy Alphas in check.

The realization dawned on me that I was in my own bed. It must be frightening for Claire to see that I am in the same bed as her. Looking across the bed to Clair's side, I look at what she is doing. The sheets on Claire's bed are cold, and she's not on her side of the bed. My conclusion shouldn't be based on a single observation. It would have been possible for her to spend the night in her mother's room.

The knockout drug leaves me a bit shaky when I get out of bed. Two bears could have been knocked out by the amount of serum that they injected into me. I must admit that I wonder how my sister is doing, likely the same as I am right now.

Then I put on some new basketball shorts and a t-shirt. As I open my front door, there is blood everywhere you look, on the walls and on the floor. It looks like a bad painting that has been painted over with blood. There was someone who had been ripped apart here, but it wasn't Clair, and the blood didn't smell like Clair's.

I ran into Clair's mother's room with a great deal of panic only to find a mess of furniture and blood splatters in her room with an open window. My body shifts mid-flight as I leap out of the window and land on the ground. I am sending out a mega blast to all the Royals and the Royal pack and to various Alphas throughout the country. There is a requirement that they either wake up or stop what they are doing and go to the castle as soon as possible. An ORDER has been placed.

If the Rogue King does not bring back my mate, this is war.

Clair---

When I realized that I was about to end my forced nap, I slowly began to awaken because I knew that I would soon be waking up. As far as I knew, I had been hit on the side of my head by someone, and I was sure of it. There was dried blood on the area where the sore was located, so I carefully applied pressure to the sore area and winced in pain.

Moaning from the pain, I thought why do adversaries keep knocking me out? Cowards are afraid to fight me. I then heard a big sigh coming from inside of me. I knew it was Catherine and I was glad to have her.

Catherine ---

“It is about time you are back!”

Tabitha ---

“Catherine give her a break! Clair has had a rough couple of weeks. Catherine, you try getting hit on the side of the head, not once but twice.”

Catherine –

“Pul.. lease.. we are all one. We all got hit on the head.”

Clair ---

“SHUT UP!!! If I didn’t have a headache before I do now. What is it with you two? Seriously? First things first, where are we?”

Catherine –

“I don’t know, I was knocked out right along with you.”

Clair –

My eyes roll back at what an unabashed diva Catherine is when it comes to her behavior. There is no doubt in my mind that all of my memories are now back in my head. Maybe it was the second bump on the head that brought them back. During the time when I was unable to remember everything about myself, I could also remember myself. As weird as it sounds, I feel as if I was two different people at the same time.

Without paying attention to where I was or the circumstances around me, I couldn't help but wonder why I had become the very thing I hated. This is because I lost my memories? That person was not someone I ever wanted to see again. I shook my head in disappointment.

My gut told me I needed to pretend I hadn't regained my memories In the background, I heard voices speaking. As I looked around the room, it was pitch black. Even a werewolf would not have been able to see through the darkness due to its darkness, it was that dark. It was at this point that I started using my senses, especially my sense of smell. Immediately, I was able to smell the smell of humans, as well as many different types of mythical creatures that humans are unaware of. Almost all of the women in the group were young and female. How in the world do they manage to kidnap so many different species of females from all over the world and why are they doing it?

My attention was then drawn to the environment around me. As I lay on a cot, I had a long chain attached to me, perhaps to help me walk over to the makeshift toilet and sink. It was evident that whoever kidnapped me knew who I was since they took me from my room without fail.

As I walked up to the barricades, I spoke through them, hoping that someone would respond to me. It would be helpful if you could tell me how long I have been out. Could you please tell me why they are kidnapping women?

It was a silent room, I did smell fear. I heard a small cry along with the congested sniffles of a child, the tiniest tears being shed along with the tiniest cry. As I thought about the poor baby stuck in this horrible dark place, my heart broke. “Sweetheart, where are you? Is your mom here, your dad?"

A fairy child was crying in the dark, in a tiny voice, like a sad song, that she had been taken from her mother by her father. A loud bang reverberated through the dark, hitting some metal as it was hidden in the darkness. After hearing the little girl scream and then hearing a crack, I realized that whoever it was, was hitting that child with a hard object, perhaps with a bar of metal. Suddenly, I jumped up and screamed, "Don't touch her, come and fight me, I guarantee you won't make it out of this alive, I promise you.".

My attention was drawn to a gravelly voice in the dark, saying, “Your highness, I never hit the child. Ask the child who was the fairy that was killed just now?"

During those moments, when I heard him laugh, I thought that he was laughing at what he was doing. The sound of his laugh reminded me of something out of a horror movie. The mere sound of his voice can bring fear to the surface even if you have never experienced fear or have never encountered it in any way.

Clair –

“Sweetheart, did he hurt you?” Again that evil voice chuckles, then gruffly commands the young child, “Tell her filthy ankle biter who it was I just killed.”

I heard silent sniffles and a very small whispering voice. If I didn’t have wolf hearing, I would never have been able to tell what the poor child was saying.

Silently, the little while sniffling spoke with fear in her voice. “The mean man killed first my mother, and now my father.” She started to cry once more, but I heard the metal bang against the metal on her cage door.

“Shut up! If you cry your fate will be the same as your parents” he shouted. “Be happy you are not dead and you are going to be trained to be a future breeder.”

I gasped, “What are you talking about Rogue? She is but a baby?”

“Your highness do not worry yourself, your fate is to start the war. We have made certain your defenses are weak in your packs, now is the time to war.”

I retort, “Then you are sadly mistaken. I am not yet the queen, I am only a normal wolf. There would be no war over me.”

“Your highness sorry to disappoint you, but the war has begun. Your mate the Prince has declared war until you are returned. We are not returning you, we are ensuring we bring down the wolf kingdom.”

I take a deep breath, there is no reasoning with this mad man. “Will you let the child be with me? I would like the company while you use me as bait.” I could not hear him for a moment, then he spit on the ground.

“I will have her moved to your cell.” I thought to myself, they are treating me better than the others, WHY?