Mated to the Lycan

d

rock at each limb with a thick collar on th

Day and night were unknown to me as time passed excruciatingly slow. My only company in th

hingness. I no longer cared about anything, the pain within was much worse than anything they

mocked and treated less

and ankles were slashed ope

they spat and threw

was whipped, my ski

metal tips burning red hot were

poured over my head. The smell of my

ampires the satisfaction of hearing my voice nor my screams, which only seemed t

ke my heart had been bludgeoned repeatedly till all that was lef

e sound of her laugh, the bright twinkle of her eyes as she lovingly gazed at me. No matter how sad th

uch they hurt or tortured me, my immortality would always revive me. I was chased to the edge of death by each

surely my family would have scoured high and low for me. My brother Orion would have been king by now as th

d. I didn't bother looking up, I already knew what they came fo

s carved into my skin drawing blood. The same cuts were made sev

he drip of my blood into the chan

ng blo

t I had been

. My mind went back to the day I'd been released from the chains only to be escorted down to th

king for something- anything sharp I could use to sever my neck and end my pitiful existence.

d from the neck (decapitation) or to burn them in the

nd the cell had proved fruitless. The stones had been

of clothing, held together by flimsy tendrils of thread. They offered no protection against the biting cold. My stomach growled loudly as another wave of dizziness

No one was coming. My family - a brother and step-father, proba

itchy from the caked dried blood. Once or twice, I had madly clawed at my n

d awake moments later,

, I have caught myself laughing hysterically or wishing the guards would come

of the dungeons. The guards no longer made their ro

esence. Many times over the centuries, I heard laughter and the sound of music above me a

s made my stomach shudder violently, but yet I welcomed it, closing my

imagination when suddenly a

usion and I hastily sat

a

ur beast fell silent, a Lycan was as good as dead. Our beast, a spirit guide we had both been

llucinating its voice and what it had

ra, bu

ate? Had I grown fully mad

a

ar as a crystal this time. I was n

un through me as her scent

d chanc

e wall. I stared dumbstruck as it rained stones and bags of dust, unable to believe I still had the strength in me t

tremor in the ground beneath, but the long pin somehow remained secured. The muscles in my weake

ose... Must g

scrambled up and focused on the shackles on my left leg. Bringing out my

e. The pain was unregistered as my leg popped free and I almost di

ce of the cell. Did I have the strength to break through the door or the energ

r searing me. I was already envisioning my escape and a small silver

rip, I heaved

y ran through me as he

o

and finally felt it begin to shift. I would rather die

unding walls and I managed to drag it a few inches

e small path. It wasn't wide enough for my wide albeit thin frame to pass

dn't been th

of the gates and sniffed the air on

stairs with as much speed a

her...s

er with every fibre in my being. What was she doi

east screamed

w a past shadow of myself, driven to the edge of sanity. Bu

was