8

"Are you planning on getting out of this sometime?"

Just the sound of his voice made me happy, which in turn pissed me off, his voice shouldn't have had such a strong effect on me.

I shook my head before realizing that he couldn't see that because the covers were still covering me. "No," I grumbled.

A harsh laugh erupted. "I have no problem with you spending the whole day in bed, especially since it's my bed, but you should eat something. You've been holed up since breakfast and the sun has been out for a while now hours away."

"I do not care." I retorted indignantly. That was definitely the shittiest day of my life and that had to mean something for me. Aside from being kidnapped, I should be queen now. Queen of the Wolves, the creatures that wiped out my family and most of my species.

Since I didn't have a lot of options to resist, I had just decided to hide in bed, pouting, and never come out again. Definitely not my best plan and actually way too childish for my liking, but I just put it down to getting my period.

"Come on, my beauty, I know that was all a lot at once, but you still have to eat and drink something, not that you'll let me." Cyrian tried again. He had a surprising amount of patience for a wolf.

I was silent.

"I can't stand it when you don't talk to me. So come on, or do I really have to drag you out of bed and stuff your food inside? We both know I'll do it if I have to."

"Just let me!" I snapped back, curling up a little more. I wasn't hungry anyway and I wasn't used to eating that much.

In the next moment, the blanket was ripped off me, although I had held it tightly.

Cyrian leaned down and smiled at me with gleaming white teeth. "Come on, just make a wish for what you want to eat, I'll make sure you get whatever you want."

My eyes darted out the window almost automatically. The brief moment was enough to darken Cyrian's face again.

"A wish for what you want to eat, my angel, or anything else, but I can't leave you behind, you have to understand that, I could never forgive myself if something happened to you."

He sat down next to me on the bed. His silver eyes locked on my blue ones, sucking me into a whirlpool of liquid silver.

"I know you don't love me, I understand that, but you have to give me a chance to show you what I can offer you. I'll grant you pretty much anything you want, but you can't leave me. When this pig put you in almost killed in the arena..." he clenched his massive hand into a fist and his eyes nearly blazed with sparks. "... you almost died, I was almost too late, I would never have forgiven myself for that."

Anger pooled in my stomach. The memories of the arena flooded through me and I jumped off the bed in anger.

"You put me in this situation in the first place!"

Completely startled and confused, Cyrian watched as I angrily paced in front of him.

"You raided our villages and towns, you killed my parents and then put me in a training camp. You killed us all and those you left alive were enslaved and exploited.

You didn't save me, it's your fault I almost died!"

The words just gushed out of me. All these years I had locked away the anger and fury at the wolves, knowing that if I said the wrong word I would die. But now the words and thoughts poured out of my mouth before I even thought them through properly. It was good to finally be able to say all these things out loud.

My gaze met Cyrian's again. Again I had a hard time reading his eyes and I realized that it would take a long time to get to know all aspects of his facial expressions. And I didn't want to meet her either.

For a few minutes it was completely still. I had vented my anger and had nothing more to say. I didn't know what Cyrian was thinking. Even after a few minutes, his facial expressions didn't even give a hint of what he was thinking.

Eventually he got up. For the first time I noticed how quietly he moved, even though he was so big and heavy.

He slowly walked past me to the door. Just before he left the room, he turned to me again.

"Perhaps your people are not as innocent in the war as you think.

Maybe I'm not as guilty as you think.

Do you even know what happened? do you know what happened

Can you really allow yourself to judge?

You know nothing.

Not what happened, not what we've been through. Not what I've been through."

In the next moment he was gone from the room.