8 Days Later...

"My Luna"...

His words echo in my mind as I wake up in my cold cell. I try to hold on to the memory of him for a few seconds more before it fades away and reality sets in.

The reality of the damp cell filters into my vision as my dream leaves my thoughts. The cell was only a few feet across with thick iron bars surrounding three of the walls with cement behind me. Both my wrists and ankles are chained to the cement wall behind my back. The constant injections of wolfsbane and silver have kept me weak and unable to break the metal chains that have trapped me here for goddess knows how long. It felt like months but I know it was really only about two weeks.

Every day the scientists come in and draw blood. My father and that witch are experimenting on me and other different supernatural creatures to try to kill me and gain more power. The slam of a cold metal door echos off the concrete wall of the cells as I hear the guards start to make their way down the cages.

I didn't have the energy through the haze of drugs I was on the be able to call out through my link to Ash to tell him the trouble I was in. And the witch put up a wall to my mate bond meaning he can't feel my pain and realise I'm in trouble either. Surely soon was the time I was supposed to return to him though? Did he not notice that the time I said I would be gone was taking longer? That's if it had even been two weeks yet... which I pray it had because I didn't know how much more I could take. Even if it hadn't been I wonder whether he questioned why none of the wolves had shown up to join the pack yet?

The guards did their rounds before tossing a pieces of meatloaf into each cell. The grains were tainted with wolfsbane and the coating was seasoned with silver. The small particles in the food wouldn't kill those of us in the cells, but the poisoning kept us disoriented. I could barely keep my eyes open, much less focus on any of my senses.

I couldn't focus enough to feel the bond to my mate or my wolf.