Stronger

Annette POV:

Something had happened, the man with green eyes hadn’t come to see me yesterday and he wasn’t here again this morning. I wanted to cheer that maybe something had happened to him and maybe my husband was coming for me.

Then I had a second thought. What if it wasn’t Grayson and what if he now could never find me? I had no doubt the man with green eyes was dubious enough to have a plan for me if he ever got hurt. What if they were deciding now what to do with me?

Whatever it was, it had affected the power dynamic in the pack. The guards were more vocal and none of them seemed to be happy with the change. I could hear them grumbling in the security room and mumbling to themselves about the Junacy of it all.

“Simon,” I called for him and he and his clipboard poked their head around the corner.

“What’s going on?” I asked him. He wasn’t like everyone else; he seemed to be only partially on board with holding

me here.

“Nothing, nothing’s going on,” he was shocked at my direct approach.

Yes, when it came to breaking out of here I may have to take the slow and steady approach to gather information but with this, I knew I didn’t have the time.

“Simon,” I scolded him. “I can hear them whispering in there what’s going on?”

He turned and glared at the men in the monitor room. “Nothing and please stop asking. It’s nothing that will affect you anyway,” he pointed out my very base position at the moment.

True enough I was in a silver cage and I had no way to get out thanks to Simon’s silver concoction keeping me and Seraphine apart but I didn’t believe him. I believe it did have something to do with me and I believed I could get him

to crack.

“If it has nothing to do with me why won’t you just tell me?” I pestered him and watched him curse internally.

“Because you aren’t yet allowed to know the inner workings of the pack,” he attempted to get out of his interrogation but the thing was he was stuck down here just as much as I was.

“But maybe I could help?”

He laughed at that. “You want me to believe you’ll be willing to help?” He almost rolled his eyes.

“If I want these chains off I know I have to give a little something.” I shrugged. Perhaps he would believe that. It wasn’t a whole lie, I would love to have this silver chain off my leg and to let the hives it had created on my leg heal.

“There’s nothing you can do to help, not from in there,” I could taste the bitterness in his voice at the statement.

“You and I both know you can’t leave and if you don’t tell me I’ll just keep nothing you all day long. I’ll do everything

I can to get it out of you. You know it’ll affect me and you know it’s affecting the war with my husband so tell me or you’re about to have a very bad day,” I squinted my eyes at him and watched him squirm but still he shook his head and went behind the wall.

“Does it have to do with Grayson?”

“No.”

“Does it have to do w

No,

“Is he dead?”

“No!”

with the man with green eyes?”

“Is someone else dead?”

“No,”

“Is someone hurt?”

“No,”

“Did something happen with an alliance?”

“In the name of the goddess stop asking questions!” Simon jumped up from behind the wall.

“You know for a scientist you’re pretty religious,” I commented. “You know I’ll stop asking when you tell me what’s

going on,”

“I can’t you know I can’t and you must be silent or else he’ll be told and he will come down,”

“Let him come,” I sat on the chair at my table and looked Simon in his eyes. “He’ll just put me to sleep but at least I’ll

get some answers.

“Annette please, Simon pleaded.

“What happened?” I pushed back.

Simon groaned and hit his head with his clipboard going behind the wall again.

“You should just tell me Simon it’s better for you anyways,”

The two guards on either side of the cell were starting to chuckle to themselves. Simon was obviously more of a brain than a soldier and it appeared that most of the guards looked down on him for that.

They were enjoying my torture of him and it may have made me want to stop but I still really wanted to know what was going on. What had made my captor run scared and why was everyone so pissed off about it.

“Just tell me Simon and I’ll stop asking you won’t be in any trouble you could even write it down.” I was relentless in my pestering

A crackle over the radio and Simon appeared again from behind the wall.

‘You’ve done it now,” he crossed his arms over his chest and I was waiting for him to stomp his foot like the toddler who had told Mom.

“You should have just told me,” I turned my head to Simon.

Leave poor Simon alone,” that horribly satisfied voice came from behind Simon and the man with green eyes appeared at the bottom of the steps.

“I told her nothing!” Simon almost whimpered.

“Oh grow a spine

“I know, I know,” the man came up to the bars his arm was in a sling and his face was a tinge of purple and yellow and I grinned a wicked grin.

“Run into, someone?” I asked and sat down like a cat with a canary.

“Yes your ex–husband did drop by while I was out for a minute,” he frowned. He must be hating this and that made it all the more sweet.

“I told you he’d find you,” I hissed. It was good to see him like this. It was good to see him vulnerable and as good of a mask as Simon had this man had none at all he was furious and he hated my gloating. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“You know if you keep this up you’ll have another little nap,” he warned in the voice of a teasing friend but I knew he was flustered and pissed off and I didn’t care about the consequence I wanted to see him

squirm a little more.

I walked up to the bars grabbed them and brought my face close to his, the silver hissing in contact with my skin. “This will be heaven compared to what will happen when I get out of here,”

Maybe it was the way I had willingly touched the silver cell wall. Maybe it was the pain he was already in. Maybe it was the memory of my husband breaking his bones. Maybe it was the tone of my voice but I saw fear in his eyes.

“Simon,” the man called and Simon hunched over and came into the cell with the needle I took it falling into a sleep. but for the first time in a long time, I dreamed.

That night I dreamed of the wolf that had come to me all those months ago, the wolf that belonged to the man with green eyes. He was trapped beneath Enzo but it wasn’t Enzo. Maybe it was Enzo when he was older but he was almost transparent. As if Enzo was an old ghost there was gray on his muzzle and he was like an apparition. He toyed with the blonde wolf and controlled him.

Whatever had happened it was for the better, there was no doubt in my mind.