I've begun to lose track of the days I've been here. I know it hasn't been too long but in utter darkness, it's impossible to know how many days have passed.

The temperature in this floor level of the cell is icy cold, and there is nothing in here to keep me warm. The only reason I'm able to survive is because of my wolf. I have wondered how humans would survive in this cell. Or how I would have survived if I still didn't have my wolf back.

My wolf has used this time to heal since she's been back. I have passed the time by transitioning into my wolf multiple times. It's the only way to build up strength.

After several painful transitions, it now only takes me seven minutes to transition into wolf form. That is still slow for the average wolf. It should only take me a minute. But I'll get there soon enough.

Zyon hasn't been in to see me. I'm glad he hasn't. I think we both needed some space. I expected consequences for my actions. I knew he wasn't going to let me off the hook. I just didn't think it would go as far as a second marking.

The marking had had no impact on me as such. Perhaps because I hadn't been around Zyon. It would have it's impact once I was out of this cell.

In the time after he marked me, I had gone numb. I don't know how I would feel being around him.

I don't know where we could go as a fated couple from here. Would we ever have a normal relationship? It didn't seem as such right now. I don't know if I would ever forgive him the humiliation of people knowing I'd been marked a second time.

I don't think he would ever forgive me for hiding from him so long and going against so many of the fundamentals of being mates. In his eyes, I had betrayed him by hiding, by being defiant, by running and then by letting Daniel go.

I didn't really see a road going uphill, but it's not like we could just abandon the bond. I was already tied to him.

I make my way of the dingy-dusty floor, getting ready to transition again. My body feels weak. I was getting scare amounts of food since I'd been here, which made it hard to make improvements in the time it took me to transition.

Just as I was about to begin my transition, I heard the lock to my cell open. Beta Holden walks in, making me halt in my movements.

He bows his head slightly. I can't help but think of the irony in this situation. Him calling me Luna, while I'm stuck in a cell.

I don't say anything back. Just nod my head in acknowledgement. I can see sympathy grace his features as his gaze follows the dirt on my body. I hadn't showered in ages.

He says.

I don't know if I'm ready to leave this cell. As much as I hate it, I don't know if I'm ready to face Zyon and face my life, the bond, my role, the pack that I in a way betrayed and put in danger.

I say. My voice is hoarse. I haven't really used my vocal cords for some time now. Not unless you count screaming while transitioning.

The beta nods.

I follow him up the stairs to the top level. There's a small group of wolves waiting at the top. I'm guessing they're the beta's security detail. I'm glad the Warden and other wolves who were at the prison earlier, are not present. Again, I'm not really sure if I could face them.

As the door to the prison swings open and the sunlight is let in, I snap my eyes close as I feel the discomfort that occurs from the sudden change in lighting. I have been underground, in the dark for some time now. Slightly opening my eyes, into a squint, I let them adjust to the light, as the beta patiently waits.

A car is standing outside the front gates of the prison. The beta opens the door to the passenger seat, and gets into the driving seat in the time it takes me to buckle up.

We drive in silence. There's really not much to say.

Just as we turn around the corner to the pack-house, I turn to Holden and ask him,

He clears his throat, clearly uncomfortable.

Three weeks? I was there for three weeks? Almost a month with no human interaction, in the dark. To some extent, I'm not sure if I blame Zyon for keeping me down there. He had to show his pack that he would not bend the rules even for his Luna. I mean I did free ten prisoners.

I do blame him for the second marking. That was unnecessary, according to me.

The car stops at the back entrance. I'm not sure of what followed, as my thoughts were pre-occupied with the three weeks I spent in the cell, but I found myself standing in the Alpha's wing with Lita and Rita who ushered me into the bathroom.

The tub had already been filled, and infused with bath oils. They left to allow me to bathe in peace.

Just as I had settled into the tub, the warm water soothing my aching bones, I heard the door open.

Zarah walked in. Her eyes poofy and red.

I said before she could say anything.

She nods, sliding down on the floor next to the tub.

I softly ask, as I close my eyes.

She knows who I'm talking about.

My eyes fly back open. I ask, in shock and fear.

She explains.

I ask.

She says.

My mouth drops open.

Zarah continues.

I scoff.

Zarah nods.

My heart-beat quickens with anxiety, as my fingers grip the edge of the tub.

She asks.

I murmur back in acknowledgement.

She asks.

I glance at her.

She shakes her head.

She breaks off. She muffles her sobs.

My eyes get blurry with tears. I say. I reach for her hand.

She says.

I whisper softly.

She says.

I shake my head. I pull myself out of the tub and pull my hair back, away from my mark.

Her eyes narrow in and then widen, in shock. She stands up as her hand covers her mouth. She says, in disbelief.

I say.

Zarah stands in silence. There is nothing that she could say to make this better. I clamber out of the tub and she hands me a towel.

" She says.

After dressing in a white long-sleeved t-shirt, tucked into my black sweatpants, I look at myself in the mirror. Being underground had taken a toll on me. My eyes sunk in, and I could see that I had lost a substantial amount of weight. I just looked weak, but I turn away, unable to look at myself anymore and make my way outside feeling clean for the first time in weeks.

There's an assortment of food being laid out in the kitchen of the Alpha's Wing. It would be an understatement to say that I practically lunged at the food.

I hadn't eaten well in weeks- I was starving, weak and tired.

I allowed myself to rest for a couple of hours- to sleep in a comfortable bed for the first time in weeks.

I was woken seven hours later. I'd slept the day away, but my body still felt completely exhausted. Laying in a comfortable bed really allowed my repressed exhaustion to creep into my bones.

Lita and Rita forced me out of bed. They helped me dress in a daze. My mind was wholly and solely focused on getting back into bed. I only snap back into reality, when I take a look in the mirror.

I'm wearing an off shoulder jumpsuit- that clearly showcases my mark. I take a step back towards the closet.

Lita says, softly. I can tell she is sympathetic to my desire to change. Any woman would be after seeing my second mark.

As they exit the room, I make my way into the closet pulling out a white, silk scarf. As I adjust it to cover my shoulder, Zyon's intoxicating scent hits my nose and though I hate it, my body automatically relaxes.

I stay, standing in the walk in closet, facing the full length mirror unsure of how to behave or act, but I know he's making his way towards me.

I see him enter from the reflection in the mirror. I had let myself forget how extra ordinally sexy he is.

His eyes, feral, gaze over me. I don't move, frozen in place, until he stands right behind me. We maintain eye-contact from the reflection in the mirror.

His hands come around my waist, pulling me to him as he buries his face in my hair, inhaling deeply. The sparks more intense then ever make me realize how much I missed him.

I hated that I missed him, his scent, his voice even after what he did to me. I attempt to take a step away from him, realizing how fucked up this whole situation was, but he holds on tightly.

I whisper softly.

He moves his nose up the side of my face, his stubble scratching at my neck, as he stands back up to his full height. The grip around my waist doesn't loosen.

He says, as he spins me around and dives for my lips.

His kiss is soft. Almost as if he's yearned for this for the entire time I was locked in a cell.

I forgot how perfectly his body molds with mine.

He pulls away to give me space to catch my breath. But my scarf catches his attention. His fingers graze it, and then push it away from my shoulder.

He says.

I grab onto the scarf.

But he doesn't listen. He grabs it and throws it into the corner of the room.

I position my hair to cover my mark, but he doesn't let me do that either. Sliding it off my shoulders, placing my hair at the back.

I say.

He says.

I scoff. I'm out of words, but I'm determined that I'm not going down like this.

He gestures with his head.

I stay firm against the mirror. He raises an eyebrow and my mark begins to sting. The intensity begins to build, the stinging getting much more prominent. My body urges me to do what he's saying.

In a matter of seconds, the sting transitions to actual pain. I'm already weak from the time I spent in the cell.

He shrugs his shoulders.

The bodily urge to do as he says gets too hard to fight off. I begin to take a few steps towards him and he smirks.

The pain in my mark subsides. He latches onto my arm, pulling me around the building, until we land outside the dining hall.

He pulls me into the room. All the wolves cease talking as their sympathetic eyes land on my mark.

A/N- I'm sorry it took me longer than expected to post this update. This new year has been so busy and I have exams coming up.

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I know it may seem like the story is dragging a little at the moment, but I promise there will be a turning point soon. x