Chapter 2
She cried for 3 hours straight with no one to persuade her; she was going to a different pack entirely. She had him say something about the night shift pack, and that was when she connected the dots, figuring out that that was where they were headed. "Oh, will you wipe your tears already? I am tired of your constant sniffing.” Alex yelled at her from the driver's side. She was seated in the back seat, in between two of his henchmen. They bonded both her hands and legs together, but not too tight, so she could move around. At the same time, it wasn’t so free that she could run in it.
The drive to the Night Shift pack was a bumpy one; the pack was located in the middle of nowhere, more than a mile away from the civilization of Miami and the other packs. She thought about running away, but then remembered the chains that held her down. She knew she wouldn't be able to make a clean break with these chains, so she decided to be patient. After spending over 3 hours on the road, they finally reach the night shift pack, a place completely hidden in plain sight and surrounded by trees too. It was a hard place for a human to locate, and even if a werewolf tried it, the chances of finding it were slim, especially if the person wasn’t a member.
Rubby immediately became alert when she noticed the car was coming to a stop. Thank goodness they didn’t blindfold her. She could see a vast area of land with trees on each side. Instantly, her werewolf senses picked up on the area. She could sense there were a pack of werewolves; some were, but their senses were all over the place, so she couldn’t tell which direction. She could only feel that there were people watching her before she could out, or else Alex himself blindfolded her, temporarily blinding her sense of sight. He shoved her forward, but because she stubbornly stood still, he grabbed her. He spanked her butt and grabbed it hard, whispering, "If you don’t move right now, I promise you, fucking you would be my priority.” He said it in a threaty way, ignoring the wimps of displeasure that escaped Rubby’s lips.
She moved at his command, heading to God knows where she had to rely on her sense of sound, hoping they would not lead her to her grave. It was complexly silent for a while until slowly and surely the voice was heard, and they didn’t listen to Alex or his henchmen. The voice got louder, and she was certain it was the voice of the trader. She must be walking through the market right now. Soon enough, their voice reduced, but she still kept walking till she heard Alex’s loud voice say, "Open the gate.” He commanded, and immediately it was done. Alex dismissed his henchmen to go and pack the car. 30 minutes later, he removed the blindfold from her eyes, slowly adjusting her eyes to the dimly lit room.
"Welcome, my dear Rubby, to my secret haven, a home for orphans like you who end up being slaves of any kind." She was now standing still, looking at him like he had developed two heads. "What do you mean by that?” she asked, but he said nothing. He only chuckled in response, saying, "You will find out in due time.” He scribbled something down instead, which was her room number. He stood up and gave it to her, showing her the door to exist in his office.
She sniffed, holding back her tears, and this only angered Alex, who had no compassion for his slave. He pushed her out of his office forcefully, and because of all the chains on her, she couldn’t stop herself from falling, making her hit her head in the loud thud. She was lucky enough not to sustain any injury, but she passed out immediately for the sake of the force that she used to hit her head. She woke up tired and hungry but was surprised to see herself in an empty room with her chains long gone. She looked around, but her head was hurting her faintly from turning it left and right. On the bead side table were food and some medication she assumed to be painkillers. She took the food as well as the painkiller, hoping it would relieve her while she looked around the room.
The room wasn’t that bad; it was fair enough compared to the place she was living with her uncle. At least here, she had a full bed to herself, for that matter. While she was staying with her uncle, she always slept on half a bed, and sometimes when she got tired, she would sleep on the floor, hoping for sleep to take her. This place had a full bed, two side closets, two walk-in closets, and two bathrooms. The only thing that puzzled her was how and why there were three beds—were there three people in the room, or was she thinking about it all wrong? Just then, the original owner of the food showed up; her name was Rackel, and she was always seen as the bully, but unfortunately for her, she was Rubby’s roommate.
“You the scrawling one, where is the food that I put her?" At first, Rubby was confused as to who she was talking to. And what she was referring to too, until she suddenly clicked. "Oh, you mean the food?"
"No, oh, the foam, what sort of stupid question is that? Did you eat the food? Yes or no, so I will know the kind of punishment you will be serving for the next three days.” Rubby was shocked; who was the person in any way? She literally just got here and was already in trouble. It was just sad, as she confessed. "Yes, I ate the food, but I didn't do it on purpose; I was just hungry and tired, and I figured the food was me." Rackel took a moment to look at Rubby. She was dressed in shorts that were slightly above her knees, and her knees were slightly bruised with bandages on them. She has long black hair mixed with blue and gray. Her blue eyes were so menacing and piercing at the same time. She has a rectangle face with thick curves.
She automatically threatened Rackel, but instead of talking her down like she usually does with everyone else with the aim of breaking their confidence, she just said, "The name is Rackel. I think you are the new roommate; it's nice to meet you. Oh, and no need—it's Rubby, isn’t it?"
“Oh hi. Yeah, yeah, it's nice to meet you.” Ruby smiled politely for the introduction while Rackel smirked at her, but not in a good way. It made Rubby curious and uneasy, thinking she was going to get punished. Little did she know that Rackle had a devious plan up his sleeve. The best way to get her punished was by outlifting a finger, hence the evil smirk on her face. She left the room, leaving Rubby in a pinnacle of confusion.