My tears have dried, but my mind is still in hysterics. I don't know how much time has passed, seconds, hours, or eons since Titan left me down here. My nails are bloody and ragged from scratching at the door at the top of the damn and mossy stairs, and my pants are ripped and damn with crimson liquid from crawling down the stairs on my knees. I feel like a rabid animal in the smallest and cruelest of cages.

I sit directly under the light, grasping my head from both sides, rocking slowly back and forth.

It's all my fault. It's all my fault. It's all my fault.

"Alessandra." I scream at the sudden croak of my father's voice. I hear the dragging of chains and watch his mangled form crawl over to me.

"Daddy." I whimper. I can see his face now, or what is left of it.

"Please don't cry, hija."

The name brings fresh tears to my eyes, which ready themselves to fall in the pattern of trails on my cheeks.

"He's going to kill him, papa." I sniff, and I squeeze my eyes shut.

"Who?"

"My mate."

My father's eyes shine for a moment with a hint of happiness.

"You've found your mate?"

"Yes, papa. His name is Octavius, Alpha."

"You don't mean Octavius of the Blood Moon Pack?" His brows lower into a slight frown.

I bow my head.

"Yes, but he's not like Titan. He loves me, and I love him, but it's my fault he's going to die."

"Have hope, hija. Those who have love in their hearts are stronger than any beast."

"But you have love, papa, and Titan still kept you down here, in this hell."

"But that is where you are wrong. Titan cannot defeat me, for I am alive, and as long as that is true, I am winning."

I look into my father's eyes, the irises that hold wisdom and has seen more things in his years that many will witness in a lifetime.

Alessandra, what has happened? Where are you? Where is your father?

I jump at Octavius' voice in my mind, and I sit up quickly, a ghost of a smile plastered in my eyes.

Octavius, I'm sorry, I love you, I'm sorry.

Alessandra, what the fuck is going on, where are you, are you okay?

I look around me at the dark and filthy stone chamber.

That's an excellent question.

Never mind that, it was a trick, Octavius. I'm locked in some cellar with my father, Titan is getting this army together.

That son of a bitch, I'm gonna tear him apart. I'll find you soon, love.

I exhale a sigh of relief and slump back to the ground.

"What's happened, hija?"

"Octavius is coming to get us."

"Alessandra, he must be careful, Titan has been lacing bullets with wolfsbane, I can hear him planning sometimes through the drains. He has spies and pack members inside Blood Moon pack."

"Did you say, laced with wolfsbane?" I whisper, my mind running with thoughts and theories.

The poison, the inside information, the wolfsbane...

Damien and Kane.

Octavius, do not trust Damien or Kane.

Alessandra, they're not in my ranks, they went ahead to...oh I'm gonna cut Kane's head off for this.

I wring my hands together, nerves and adrenaline pumping through my blood.

"We need to find a way out of here." I stand up, supporting my shoulder as I do so.

"Alessandra, I've tried, it's useless."

"No, I refuse to watch my family and those I love die while I sit idle by. I'm a luna, and the daughter of an Alpha. And I believe there is enough love in my heart to burn Titan to the ground."

I look down at my father, and his eyes are glistening with tears.

"You have grown so strong, hija. My pride and love are with you always."

"Te amo, papa. We are going to escape this, together."

"Alessandra, it is impossible, I have tried many times."

I look around me, spinning in a slow, meticulous circle, examining the room closely. It is dark, but I can already tell that the dark corners hold nothing but rust and insect bodies.

Think, Alessandra, think.

I look down at my nails, or what's left of them, after scratching at the metal door...

The door.

"Papa, what is the door made out of?"

"Silver, that's why we can't get through it."

I look at him, and back and my nails, and towards the staircase.

"That lying son of a bitch..."

"What?"

"The door!" I shout, my eyes widening.

"Hija, please explain, I don't understand."

"It's not silver! It's just plain metal!"

My father's eyes widen with realization, and a smile forms on his lips.

"Intelligent, just like your mother."

I smile at him, and I am about to race towards the door, but I forget something. My father is still in handcuffs. I turn towards him, and examine the chains. They're wrist braces, tight metal wrapped around his boney wrists. Then I examine how they're attached to the stone wall, with chains attached to wooden slates. Perfect.

Using all my strength, I dig my nails under the wooden slates, and tug. I scream out slightly in pain, the exposed wounds on my hands burning in pain. But I push through, and I manage to rip the slates off the wall, freeing my father.

I help him to his feet, his legs frail and almost useless.

"Hija, I will only slow you down, just go."

"Sorry papa, but I'm not going to let you go. Ever." I place his arm over my shoulder, and I slowly drag him up the stairs, reaching the metal door.

I settle him down, letting him lean against the wall.

"Hija, even without being silver, the door might not be weak enough to break with your bare hands."

"I have to try, papa."

And I clench my fists in front of me, and ready my feet. I am a bull, charging at the red flag, attempting to impale the fighter with my horns.

Octavius, I'm coming.

And I launch myself at the door with all my power. I slam against the metal door, and everything seems to shake at once. I cry out slightly when I touch my mangled shoulder, now red and starting to swell. Broken. In the door, there is a large circular dent, and I shake my head, preparing to launch again.

Another great clash, and the dent grows in size and depth, as does the pain in my shoulder.

Tears and sweat are pouring down my face, but I ignore them. I close my eyes for a moment, and I picture Octavius, tall and strong and beautiful. I picture a blue eyed boy, his hair as dark as a raven's feather, toddling through a garden of green and rose, and flying through the air into his father's arms. I open my eyes, and my vision disappears, but the message remains.

"Goddess, I pray, help me, please."

And I soar towards the door again. Time seems to slow, as my body leaves the ground, my eyes beginning to squeeze closed as the door comes closer. A great circle of light surrounds my body, glowing gold and silver and I don't have time to gasp before time returns, and the door swings off its hinges.

The fresh smell of wood and polish reaches my nose and I breath a sigh of relief. My shoulder is numb with pain, but I don't care. I don't care. I don't care.

I rush to my father, hoisting him up to his feet, and helping him quickly away from the door. Adrenaline and power surge through my veins, my blood replaced by pure sun beams, racing through my lungs to my heart. I feel as though I could jump over the highest peak or swim in the deepest ocean, that I could destroy buildings and bring peace.

I carry my father through the halls, racking my brain to recall the twists and turns to get away from this hell hole.

Suddenly, I hear the sound of footsteps near by, thousands of them. I freeze, and press myself against the wall, peering around the corner.

"Alpha Titan has given us orders to attack any intruder." A voice says.

I know that voice, where have I heard that...

"What if they're from Moonrise?" A different voice, but just as familiar.

"They're Blood Moon now. This is our family now." The first voice.

Oh my-

The voices belong to two people I thought were gone.

Two brothers.

Tyler and Benjamin are with Titan.