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Chapter 6

It had been days or maybe more. Jax had lost count. No one had been down. Everyone was getting hasty. The rows of cells housed many, all of them captured and held against their will. In the worst conditions that Jax had ever seen. They were wild at heart and needed freedom. The feral part of them was creeping to the surface and Jax feared he was close to losing himself.

Some of them had been there years and some just months while others merely days. He could hear noise from above. His once strong hearing was getting weaker by the day. He needed to find a way out and quick.

His days were beginning to be numbered. His legs had become cold and numb. A feeling he wasn’t used too.

His body had always had the ability to keep him at the temperature that he needed. Now he felt like a human. Weak and venerable. Whatever drugs they pumped into their systems stripped them of their strength, stealing their confidence and will to fight. He had seen many give up, tossed into an empty cell, and left to rot. All that was left of them was the smell of death. They were nothing but trash to these humans.

He heard a howl and a whimper. The young wolf that was housed at the side of him had determination. He would howl and call to his pack at least three times an hour. After all the time he had been there, Jax would have thought he would have lost hope. But hope is all that they had. If they lost that hope, then they may as well give in.

“Shut up!” one of the creatures shouted from a cell across from them.

Jax had the urge to rip out his throat.

The animal inside him was simmering at the surface. One day soon. He will have full control.

If that happens, they may never be any coming back. Jax had heard the stories. He had even come across the ones that had let the animal within take over. He couldn’t let that happen. They were ruthless. It doesn’t matter, family, friend or foe. They would kill. That is all they lived for. They had no remorse. Just the drive for blood and chaos, they were the true monsters of the world.

He needed to be strong. His family needed him. They were coming. He had to warn them.


Jenna placed the last of her items into her bag.

She was finally going home. Time to get back to normal.

Her father came into the room, “You ready?” he asked while ruffling her hair.

Jenna would normally pull away and make a remark about not being a child.

But after what happened, she wanted the affection. She needed to feel normal. She was normal, wasn’t she? Jenna could hear each word uttered in the room at the end of the hall. She was learning quickly to block out the unwanted noises. It was like a door in her mind had been opened. All she had to do was shut the door and the unwanted noises turned into a mummer. But it wasn’t right. She shouldn’t be able to hear Mrs. Leigh’s daughter telling her she needed to be more careful.

Her dad raised his eyebrows. She remembered he had asked her a question.

“Yes, I can’t wait,” she beamed and followed him out. As Jenna climbed into the elevator, she got a sudden urge to run back to her room and bury her head under the pillows.

Leaving the hospital, now made her feel wry. She stepped out of her room and smiled at her father, to hide the nerves she felt. When the evaluator doors opened, she gulped. Once inside she had the urge to pry the door open again as her stomach filled with a sickly feeling. She got the sinking feeling in her stomach as the elevator stopped and pressed her lips tight against the feeling of hurling. She hated elevators. It was a phobia of hers. Her knuckles had turned white as the doors opened. She had gripped onto the metal bar as if her life depended on it.

“Come on,” Mason said as he stepped out. Uncurling her hands from the bar she hurried out of the dreadful contraption.

They made their way to the car park. Jenna looked behind her. She felt like she was being watched. The hairs at the back of her neck were standing on end.

She rubbed the back of her neck and followed her dad. The strange feeling stayed with her all the way home. Many times, she glanced out of the back window, yet the road seemed dead. They had only passed one single car. It wasn’t unusual for Dem’Say Woods roads. Still, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched. Closing her eyes, she rested her head against the glass window and put it down to being anxious. After all it wasn’t that long ago, she was attacked.

As she walked through the front door, the familiar smell of lilies made her feel at ease. As always, a sliver vase held a new bunch of the scented flowers which was placed on the center of the shoe cabinet.

Taking off her shoes and placing them in the shoe cabinet she padded down the hallway following the smell of hot spices and old socks.

Selena, her mum turned around from the contents of the pan she was cooking.

She wore a big grin and rushed to give her daughter a hug. “We’re so glad you are back!” she gushed. Jenna was amazed when Claire hung up on whoever she was gossiping with and hugged her too.

The curry that her mum was cooking was turning her stomach. It didn’t smell right. Which was odd as chicken curry was her favorite dish. Jenna took a seat at the kitchen table. Sometimes Claire would tease her. Jenna loved any dish laced with spices and was fiery. “Hot and out of control just like your red locks.’’

“Can I have a tuna sandwich for dinner? No Mayo. I am not really that hungry,” Jenna asked. She suddenly craved fish.

“Tuna? You hate fish,” Her mum was right. She did hate fish. But she really wanted fish.

“Yes, I had it at the hospital, and I liked it,” she lied.

Her mum nodded, looking doubtful and began to put the tuna sandwich together. Jenna ate the entire sandwich and asked for more. She savored each taste of the tuna. Something was wrong. She could feel it. Something strange was happening. She just didn’t know what. You know when something isn’t right. You can feel it in your gut. It’s your body’s way of letting you know. Jenna just needed to figure out what was going on. Maybe it was just the guilt that was playing tricks on her. She once heard that secrets can be a killer. Jenna could easily see how that could be true now. The guilt was slowly driving her crazy.

After dinner she excused herself and went to her room. She needed time to think. She could hear things she shouldn’t be able to hear. Now she likes tuna. A food she couldn’t stand the smell of.

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