Bad and good.

That's usually what everything comes down too and sometimes, bad can lead to good. Under certain circumstances, you might have to go through a bad experience to reach the best thing that could ever happen in your life. But there's always that one question that comes with it.

Is it worth it?

It was almost a week now when I was on a run with my beta and we were doing a patrol around the pack land due to mysterious wolf sitings in the area. I wasn't feeling the best but reluctantly agreed.

We decided to split up, thinking it would be easier, and report back to each other if we've seen anything or not.

Being further out on the pack land, it became more misty and foggy. It was night and the forest was coming out of a recent rain. Frogs and crickets could be heard in the distance.

My head was starting to hurt more and my stomach was clenching. Dinner must've had something new in it considering it consisted of things I've had before. Deciding to leave earlier than I planned was ready to head back when I started hearing movement. There was no scent. If this is another werewolf, having no scent is unheard of. You can mask a scent but not have one is beyond me.

Then all of a sudden, a sharp pain went straight through my right shoulder. A small arrow could be seen sticking out of it, covered in my blood. It was laced with Silvertone.

A lot of it.

As soon as it happened I turned my head around, ready to shift and attack when another one was shot in my leg. It completely broke through the muscle of my calf with a searing pain. I fell to the ground. Normally this wouldn't be as effective over me but it seemed that as soon as the silvertone was in my body, it triggered whatever was already making me feel sick.

This wouldn't happen all on its own. This is an ambush, a betrayal. How would these people know that I'd been on patrol at this time of night and this specific day?

When I fell, men came running at me. There were at least 10 or more. Some held me back while the others injected me with another liquid. I was thrashing around, growling, still trying shift to fight off these men that are part of some plan planned in my own pack grounds.

My vision was getting blurry. The fog wasn't helping and I eventually blacked out.

That's when I woke up, being dragged through a stone walled building. I felt my strength returning and that's also when I started thrashing around in these men's arms.

This is humiliating. I was supposed to be one of the strongest alphas. Maybe even the strongest one. But people wouldn't think so anymore. My pack would be wondering where there prized alpha has gone too. But in my defense someone basically poisoned me and led me to my almost death.

The alpha that runs this treacherous pack stabbed another syringe into me, instantly making me feel weak. But that's when I saw it.

I've found that good thing through my bad experience. The moment I stared it right in the eyes, I knew. I knew that this was my light through a dark tunnel.

She had the cutest brown kinky curly hair. It fell a little past her shoulders. Tanned skin that looked irresistible to the touch. Full pink lips that looked so soft. Lastly and most importantly, she was perfect.

My mate.

Her eyes is what captivated me the most. Swirls of chocolate is the most accurate description. They held so much compassion and loving but that was deep down in her.

Sadness, fear, and longing is what was more obvious. It was what was on top of what was truly her. My question is, what was the cause of all of it?

Just knowing that her eyes held that much negative emotion, made me want to wrap my arms around her and tell her that everything was going to be alright, despite me not knowing the cause.

But I am determined to find out.

The first day she came to me, I could tell I'd be head over heels for her. She was so shy- it was cute. I loved it.

I wanted to know her name but I wouldn't be surprised if she didn't tell me, but when she answered back with her angelic voice, I think I fell even deeper for her.

Kayla was her name. It was so beautiful and it matched her so well. The way she said her name with a little stutter is how I could tell she wasn't used to talking to new people. Maybe just people in general.

I know she felt the sparks between us when I touched her hand but the fact that she didn't know what it was or what it meant confused me. And I came to a conclusion that she didn't know what a mate was and the fact that she hasn't shifted yet. If she shifted she would know.

Was she really this sheltered? She must not interact with anyone to not even have the slightest idea of what a mate is. And if I told her, she would probably freak out and act differently. The thought saddened me that she was treated this way. I could tell she was a maid of some type due to the clothes that she was wearing and the dirt that was smeared on her face. They don't teach her anything. Who knows how long she's been doing things for this so called alpha. She's been deprived of so much already I can tell just by looking at her.

Which is why I'm deciding to wait to say anything of the fact that she's my mate.

I'm going to escape here, already knowing what I have to do and I'm going to take her with me. I'll show her what's beyond these walls. What the rest of the world holds. I'll show her everything and free her from this "job."

The second day is when I noticed a bruise on Kayla. A bruise or a hickey. Either one is equally as bad.

But I saw how it wrapped around her neck. This wasn't a hickey this was a bruise caused by a hand. I was livid.

When I asked her what it was, it's like she was denying it or trying to brush it off. No. This wasn't something to brush off.

That's when her name was screamed down the hallway. I looked at her and instant fear ran through her body. She was preparing herself.

The alpha walked in looking at Kayla like she was his prized possession but in all the wrong ways. He dragged her out, with a tight grip on her wrist. An unsettling feeling awakened in me.

I discarded the food that she's been giving to me, knowing it's what was making me weaker. I know it wasn't her fault.

The next day, she came back down with another giant bruise on her face and instantly knew that she was beaten by that psychopath. Another thing to make me angry and it made me even more determined to get out of here faster. Now I know her life here is absolute hell and I'm going to save her from this place. If it's the last thing I do.

I told her to spend more time with me to make me stronger. It was a plus for me just to be around her and hopefully for her to get away from those people. I know she couldn't stay long or else he would come look for her and that wouldn't result well to what she already has to face on a day to day basis.

I really really need to get stronger fast.

I can handle the crap these ignorant idiots give me. Thinking that what they put me through will give them my power and my pack. They beat me, inject me with whatever's in that syringe, play with me like I was some toy. They won't think that when I'm strong enough kick their ass.

It doesn't hurt me when I have the constant thought of Kayla being stuck in this place being harmed throughout the day beyond my control. I hated that I was so helpless. Just from the few times I've gotten to speak to her, she's been hurt beyond compare. She doesn't deserve this.

These people wanted me for my power. The things that they would gain from my pack land, my pack members, they were greedy for it. I don't even know if this is a pack. They look like a group of rogues to me.

I made a promise to Kayla. I'll get her out of here. Hopefully she can trust me enough to do so. I could tell she wasn't sure to agree to "help me" by spending time with me. I'd expect for her not to give her trust to anyone. Especially when I'm a prisoner that's only known her for three days.

She's worth it.

I couldn't stop thinking of her.

And I hope she couldn't stop thinking of me.