Darkness was all I could remember.

Flashes of my childhood memories played in my head like an old projector flicking through a movie.

It was my Mum and Dad waving me off on my first day of pup school. Me crying to my mum because I had fallen over and grazed my knee.

"Oh honey, come here." She embraced my small body in a warm hug and wiped my tears.

"Look, count to three with me." She said as she pressed her hand against my graze. Together we counted. Then she lifted her palm to reveal my grazed knee but now the graze was gone. My eyes widened as I gasped, moving my leg.

"Nothing can hurt you my little princess" she whispered into my ear. That was the first time I found out I could self heal.

The memory faded to another one

It was of my dad. This time I was 7. "Hey Lars, how was school?" I made my way inside chucking my bag to the side. "Eh it was ok." I replied, not wanting to mention some girl named Sabrina had made fun of the bracelet mum gave to me. My dad gave me a small smile and a pat on the shoulder, probably already knowing it didn't go so well.

"Well, there's someone I want you to meet." He said leading me into the kitchen where a very tall muscular man sat waiting for us. I'd seen him before with my dad.

"Lar this is Rick. We work together down at the training center." The man stood up and greeted me with a big friendly smile as he came to kneel in front of me.

"Hey kiddo it nice to officially meet you. Your father's told me a lot about you."

I looked at my dad and then back at him. He seemed nice, so I gave him a big toothless smile. "Nice to meet you too."

"Rick is here because from now on you two will be spending a lot of time together training. He is going to teach you to fight. Your mother and I might not be around eventually so we want you to be a strong girl and to become the best you gotta learn from the best." At the time I didn't really understand what he meant.

"Are you going to make me stronger?" I said looking excitedly at Rick.

For a second he a this look that was mixed with happiness, sadness and longing but I didn't know why. Before I could say anything it was gone, replaced by his warm smile.

He laughed."Oh you bet kiddo. So good that you'll be knocking out your old mad over here." he said as he gave me a nudge and stood back up. I giggled.

A faint voice whispered from a distance, 'Lara'.

I turned around but all I saw was Dad and Rick talking in the kitchen while I got ready for our first training session. It was probably the wind so ignored it.

'Laraaa' I froze. This time the voice was much clearer. I stood up. Making my way to the kitchen. I looked around but nothing.

My heart pounded in my chest. Something was wrong.

"Dad" I tried to get his attention but he didn't seem to hear me.

"Dad, I think somethings wrong." I said a bit louder as I got closer to him, sure that he had heard me. But I was surprised when he continued to talk with Rick completely unaware that I was standing almost beside him.

I started to panic. What is happening.

"Lara can you hear me?"Said the mysterious but familiar voice. I looked around convinced that the voice was coming from behind me, but there was nothing.

I looked up at my dad grabbing onto his shirt and tugging at it demanding to get his attention. Then suddenly he stopped talking and finally looked down at me. But when I looked into his eyes they were missing that familiar warmth, instead they looked clouded and dead as if he was being hypnotized.

My younger self backed away confused and afraid.

He walked towards me, his face focused and determined. I was backed up against the wall he knelt down to my level but this time when I looked at his eyes they where back to normal and he had a small sad smile on his face.

"Sweat heart you need to be strong. You need to get back up. It will be ok. Wake up."

Slowly the memories of reality came back to me.

I had tears in my eyes.

This wasn't part of my dream. It must be him. His spirit.

"Dad I miss you."

My dad spoke but this time it was not his voice but someone else's ' LARA WAKE UP!'

I let out a scream as I was suddenly pulled out of my dream memory and once again yanked back into the darkness.

~~ End dream ~~~

My eyes flew open and I lurched forward from my laying position as I coughed with the sudden urge to puke, but all I did was dry heave.

I groaned holding my head in my hands to ease the pounding headache.

The memories of what had happened at the dance suddenly flooded my mind.

How had it all gone so wrong?

Eleanor she had ambushed us, the vampire King had told her what I was. There was a witch who stopped me from using my powers. Nick and I had been injected with Wolfsbane.

Nick!

Was he still alive?

My heart hammered in my chest from dread and fear.

I search for him through the pack and protector bond.

Come on, come on.

I let out a sigh of relief when I felt him, his connection.

He was alive.. for now.

They where going to execute him for his betrayal. No. I couldn't let that happen!

I had to get out. I looked around at my surroundings trying to get a feel of where I was.

It was dark with a bit of light from some fire lit torches on the walls. She had locked me in the dungeon.

Hardly anyone came down here only people who where higher up in the ranks. This place was normally used for vampires, hunters, rogues or when people were being punished for something.

However all the cells were empty so I was alone. They must have put Nick in a cell further away from mine. That made me feel uneasy. I prayed he was ok.

I stood up from the cold cement floor I had been sitting on and made my way to the gate still feeling slightly dizzy from the wolfsbane.

I gripped onto the rough bars and attempted to poke my head through to see outside but there was nothing, no one.

'Nick. Can you here me?' I said trying my mind link. No response. I could feel him through the bond but I couldn't reach him.

'Rick. Are where are you?"

'Jade? Is everything ok?'

But I got nothing. It was silent.

I had a feeling it was the dark witch, Martha, who was blocking me off.

I tried using my powers to manipulate the flames from the near by torches on the walls to burn the bars but all I got was a small flicker.

Anger and frustration filled me.

I gripped the bars and mustered as much of my strength as I could to pull them apart but they wouldn't budge. My True Luna abilities had been blocked.

Damn witch!

I let out a frustrated grunt.

'Trapped' said my Luna wolf.

"Yeah, no shit." I rammed my body into the gate. "We're freaking stuck here" I said angrily at my wolf.

I could feel she wanted to come out but was being held back by the witch.

Suddenly I heard a voice in my head.

'Lara. Are you alright?'

'Colleen!' I sighed as relief flooded through me.

'Yes I'm fine. Are you? Are Rick and Jade safe? What happened? I can't reach anyone.'

'Calm down they are safe. From what I can tell a very powerful dark witch has blocked you from the others. She put you in a deep sleep but I managed to wake you thankfully."

So it was her voice I had heard in my dream.

She continued, 'I tried to get to you at the dance but there was a barrier formed around the building, stopping me from coming inside. Jade and Rick tried to go up stairs but there were guards everywhere. Jade convinced him to not expose himself since he is the only one who could access to the area you are kept in. Can you explain what happened, we don't have much time, my spell will only last so long.'

I explained as much as I could to her from what had happened to now.

'Listen to me Lara, we have a plan- ..Rick.. - ..today..- ...get you..-Nick'

'Colleen you're cutting off. I don't understand.'

'Not much time- challenge- ceremony..- be ready."

Then there was silence.

'Colleen?' I said worriedly.

My nosed was hit with a familiar scent.

Witch

The sound off heels clicking on the concrete floor echoed around the room.

Martha.

She chuckled evily "No matter how much you try little wolf, you're not getting out."

"You are useless against my power. Thanks to a drop off Eleanor's blood she gave to me to use for my spell, my powers have been enhanced to an unstoppable point where not even you can break them." She grinned darkly, resembling a Cheshire Cat.

Her straight, jet black hair fell just above her shoulders and her fringe covered her forehead, only revealing her bright emerald eyes. She wore all black and dark red lipstick which only made her pale skin stick out even more.

She looked young but I knew it was all due to the dark magic she used to slow her from ageing. An illusion.

"What have you done? Where's Nick?" I shouted.

She smirked. "Oh that little pest won't even live to see the sunset. He's as good as dead. his execution is right after the coronation and mating ceremony. I made sure he had plenty of wolfsbane in his system and silver chains to keep him contained."

I felt my eyes widen and face pale from the shock and terror. Oh Nick. He must be in so much pain. This is all my fault. I had to get us out. Colleen said she had a plan but how long would I have to wait, the ceremony was today. Judging by the dim brightness outside which shine through the small cracks on the walls, the sun was probably just rising.

My expression must have amused her because she tilted her head back and burst out laughing. It was a cruel mocking laugh.

This only fueled my anger and made my blood boil.

I felt my wolf growling from within.

I snarled as I reached out to grab her though the metal gate but she quickly dodged me. "You will never get away with this!" I shouted.

Without thinking I made a twisting motion with my hand and thrust it towards her, making the nearest flamed torched on the wall grow, intensifying and twisting into a snake like flame. Then it flew towards her at lightning speed. Ready to devour it's pray.

For a second I saw her expression was one of fear and shock. I was shocked at myself as well, for a second it felt like something took over my body. This wasn't me, this was the True Luna within me, my wolf.

Martha quickly extended her hand towards the flame and shouted, "Distinguere flamma!" The flame immediately distinguished and turned to smoke.

Martha's expression darkened, her expression became fixed. She was mad. Any trace of fear or shock was gone. Her glare was so intense it could kill.

"Don't forget your place flea bag." she threatened.

However, I wasn't going to cower under her. No. I was going to show her that I would never ever surrender only to be pushed around and treated like a slave.

Rick's voice from a memory echoed in my mind. 'Never show your enemy fear. Fear is a weakness.' I lifted my chin high and returned her glare.

"Go to hell." I spat coldly looking down at her. That had seemed to do it.

There was a small twitch under her eye as something snap in her, she was beyond mad now and there was a fiery glint in her eyes.

She raised her palm at me and said just below a whisper, "Cruciatus."

I had only taken a few Latin classes but I didn't need that knowledge to know what was going to happen next. I already instinctively knew. Pain

I embraced myself for the pain but my walls quickly crumbled.

I clenched my hand making my nails dig into my skin as I fought to keep from showing pain but it only lasted a few seconds as the pain increase. It was unbearable.

I fell the the floor screaming in agony as I backed against the wall, away from her in an attempt to deaden the pain but it didn't do anything. It felt like someone was squeezing, hammering and cutting my brain all at the same time, as well as an intense vibrating, ringing which only I seemed to be able to hear. It made me feel sick to my core. It felt like an eternity had gone by and I was about to pass out.

I continued to scream mainly from the pain but also praying maybe someone, anybody could hear me and help, but no one came. It was just me alone being tortured. Where are you Rick? Tears threatened to fall but I held them back.

Martha found it satisfying torturing me, teaching me a lesson. "That's right, scream. Feel the pain. You are never getting out. Nobody is going to save you! You will die here alone," she smirked. "like a rat in the sewers. Worthless." She smiled wickedly.

I knew she wanted to hear me beg her to stop. She wanted to feel that satisfaction of being in control, being powerful. Any one in my position would have done that, but I wasn't going to give in to her, no matter how much pain I felt. I would take it. It was a cost that came with being a leader, I had to endure it.... and that's what I did.

Until the very moment she finally stopped.

I laid on the cold hard cement breathing hard and ragged. All my strength had been drained, I couldn't get up even if I wanted to. I was sitting on the fine line between conscious and unconscious. I could hear my heart beat in my ears and my vision blurred.

I heard Martha mutter something before she walked away leaving me in this weak state, but I couldn't even register what she said.

This time I didn't bother holding back the tears. I was alone now, I had no reason to hide how I was feeling.

It was as if I was a jar that had been bottling everything up from the very beginning, but now I had been damaged and there cracks all over me. I was not longer able to hold it all in. The jar exploded open sending shards flying in all direction. No one would see me sob as I let out all my bottled up feelings.

I was all alone in the dark.

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