Chapter 4 1 - THE BRUTAL ONE

I hadn't been very lucky at that point, after killing most of them, I was left with two 'hardened criminals' looking at me with crazed eyes, I did not dare breathe wrong.

I was all bloodied up, and I was almost certain I had broken a rib or two. With a broken ankle, and a stomach more dried than sahara desert (I hadn't had any food for two days), I moved at an inhuman speed - maybe 'in wolf' speed.

I put my pain in the back burner before killing Stephen 'The Saint' Larson, arrested, detained and sent to jail, for saving kids from pedophiles in the pack, and neighboring pack.

I swallowed my remorse before pushing my sword into the jugular vein, pounding very hard (enhanced by an abnormal dose of adrenaline and the corpse of his best friend in front of him) in Trevor McKnight's neck.

Blood splattered as he fell to the ground with a spasm, blood gushing out from his neck. He whimpered, looking at me with tears in his eyes, tears welled in mine as I mouthed 'I'm sorry' to him.

I pushed my sword into his chest, to quicken his death and end his pain. I released a staggering breath, bit by bit, as I am afraid of releasing the breath with my broken ribs.

A slow clap, attracted my attention to the man standing at the entrance of the vast cell, flanked by personal trainer and the beta, The Alpha of Avenge, Gabe Diesel.

"Alpha," I said, my voice stone cold.

That man was the devil incarnate, and you didn't dare show him what you were thinking. All the days of my coming to know him, he had been trying to break me. I knew for certain that I would be the one to kill him, I wouldn't let anyone rob me of that right.

"You have done well, not that I expected less. You have two more items for the day, come on." He said to me.

Momentarily stunned at his compliment, I moved with effort. I wanted to square my shoulder and move, feigning ease, only it wasn't convenient at all. My rib was calling to me, so was my ankle.

There was one irony in my matter, I could heal people, but I hadn't been able to heal myself. Lucky for me, my wolf was wonderful; she did most of my work for me.

I was grabbed brutally by two prison guards, roughly guarded into the familiar room. My stomach cried to me, I reined in my emotion.

They were trying to turn me into a bitch like them, it was a game to Gabe.

Each time, in his game room (that was what he called it), I was given truth serum each time, then he hooks me up to a truth machine.

Before the truth machine, I would be strapped to a metal chair, with metal straps with diodes on my head, connected to my arms.

Whenever he asked me questions, he expected me to lie with conviction, and make sure my brain got the vibe so that the truth machine didn't detect the lies.

And any time I failed the instructions, he set me on fire but electrocuted me.

I was back there again, I wondered in my head as to how I got myself into that situation. It was to fight for my sister's freedom. I would go through this at least with the knowledge that my sister was safe and away from this ridiculousness in my life.

By the end of the session, the truth machine detected my lies twice and it left me a heaving and trembling heap.

'It's okay. I'm here with you.' My wolf whispered to me.

I didn't reply, I was tired out of my mind.

"Get to the hospital wing, and get your job done. You will have dinner waiting in your room." Gabe said before leaving, with his beta and my personal trainer. They all had stern looks.

"Get up!" One of the guards that dragged me here said, pulling at my arm swiftly. He ended up flat on his back next to me.

I stood up, with effort, and limped to the hospital. I got to work earnestly, sending to my inner gifted power to heal everyone around where I was assigned.

After that, I entered the psychiatric wing, staring at the deranged people handcuffed to their beds. I was grateful I hadn't ended up there, though how I had remained sane was still a surprising subject.