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Chapter 7: MY WOLF AND I

Ellen Evans

The night was cold.

I knew because I did not sleep, could not sleep, not in that cell.

Definitely not there.

It was small and dirty.

Cobwebs lined every corner of the cold damp room and I wondered if the window was an illusion because no air crossed the place.

There was no ventilation.

Was the plan for me to die here instead of at the hands of the prince through the death penalty? If so, it could probably work because I felt suffocated.

I sat miserably on the equally miserable thin foam in the cell and thought about the turns my life had taken in two days.

How did I get here? I asked myself.

"Stupid, very stupid," my wolf, Layla spoke to me.

I was surprised.

She had not spoken to me in days because of the poor decision i had made two days back. She had been unwilling for me to follow through with the stupid plan.

But adamant I had been and here was were it led me.

In the hands of death.

My stupidity had granted me something that i would have never expected yo happen in ages, ever.

A night in a cell.

Oh how fool hardy I had been!

Why had I slept with my sister's mate? I had always been one to be moral, how had I become so despicable?

"It is because you did not listen to me you block head. You went and got another man to mark you."

"Layla," I whispered, feeling so sorry for betraying the trust my wolf had in me.

"What of when we find our own mate Ellen? What happens then? Do you think he would be happy to know that you, his mate had been with another man?" she asked me. I felt guilt wrap around every ounce of my body.

"Layla," I began just before she ruthlessly cut me off, her voice bellowed inside my head, making me jolt.

"Hold it Ellen because it is not just that! He marked you! Your sister's mate marked you!"

"Layla I know. No need to rub salt in my wounds," i reminded her gently. She sighed, one I could hear.

"The wounds you got because you dared to be so very daring Ellen. None of this would have happened if you had listened to me and said no to your sister."

I wanted to cry again. I could feel it building , the tears that would soon cascade down my cheeks.

"None of this would have taken place if you had just stayed home. None of it would have occurred if you had not gone into that man's bed. None of it Ellen, none of it. Of only you had just heeded my advice and not shut me out."

My eyes watered and a tear slipped down my cheeks. It was here. The brewing rivers of water.

"Now you are here, all alone, bitter, thoroughly fucked and marked by the wrong person. The sister whom you did all this for nowhere to be found. May the goddess not let it overcome you."

I began to weep uncontrollably then. The tears cascading like a waterfall.

"There's no use sitting around crying and moping over spilt milk! Your innocence has been taken away! Now it is you who is guilty! You have to think of a plan and not sit around crying like a hungry baby!" She snapped. "Well maybe you are," she added in a really low whisper but I still heard her despite that.

Truthfully, I was hungry.

Was no one going to feed me? My sister? My brother? Not even my father?

Well, I suppose not.

"Girl, you are Ellen Evans. You are more than this!"

I cleaned my tears with my hands, making sure to dry them off properly with my palm.

"I am Ellen Evans! I am more than this! I am far more than a stupid crying mess!" I repeated.

"Bravo!" Layla encouraged me. "Now try to get some rest. You'll your energy, all of it to defend yourself tomorrow. The sun will soon rise."

"Thank you Layla. I love you."

"I love you too Ellen. Now hush and go to sleep my love."

I smiled as her presence fades away in my head. But I clearly knew she was still there, somewhere, inside of me.

We could never be parted, Layla and I.

My wolf and I.

I lay down carefully on the old annoying mattress. Well at least it provided me some form of warmth and comfort.

But sleep would not still come.

I lay there for a while trying to think if nothing. If I let my mind wander, I would not ever be able to go to sleep.

It worked.

I was finally falling asleep, almost well on the way to the land of slumber when the sounds of faint voices called me back to reality.

I sat up quietly, wondering who was speaking. Then their footsteps drew nearer. With it came the dim shadow of a light.

I quickly lay back on the bed and pretended to be asleep.

But, I was actually scared and frightened. Was I about to be wiped out the face of the earth?

"Here she is My prince," I heard a voice say then.

The prince?

As in Prince Sebastian?

What in the hell was he doing here?! In the prison?!

Wait!

Was he here to see me? I doubt that.

The light came nearer.

"Ah! It seems like she is asleep my prince," the guard said. My heart tightened as it beat fast.

"How long has she been asleep?" I heard the prince ask the guard.

"I didn't check on her my prince. But she was weeping a while ago."

"Leave us," the prince said to the guard. The light shifted a little. I assumed that the guard must have bowed.

"Yes my prince. I shall await you outside the prison quarters my prince."

"Just be gone. I shall find my way myself," the prince informed him.

"It is alright my prince," the guard said to him. "Have a lovely night my prince after your departure."

"I wish you same."

My heart rate skyrocketed as the light faded away with the retreating footsteps. I was now alone with the prince.

Technically, not really.

The thick iron door of the cell separated the both of us. But who was to say he did not have the keys to the locks? They could as well be in his possession.

But, he did nothing.

He just stood there, watching me. I could feel his eyes on me, boring into my form. I nearly panicked.

Did he know?

That I was not asleep?

I was restless. I was afraid that he would be able to hear my loudly beating heart in the quiet of the atmosphere.

"Why did you do it?" His voice suddenly sounded in the place.

It totally caught me off guard.

Yet, I said nothing.

"I know Ellen that you are not asleep. So tell me why you betrayed your sister?"

I sat up at the word betrayed.

I wasn't the turncoat.

It was Elena.

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