Chapter 8

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Chapter 8

~ 'Everything's gonna be alright' She whispers to herself

Why is it, that as each day passes, you're the same person you were yesterday. Yet, I can't even recognize who I was a year ago.

A year ago, I wouldn't have known about Hunter.

Or about Greg. Or Liv, or Tom and Jason. My mother would have never met Jake, but then again she wouldn't have needed too.

My dad was still alive then.

Just a year ago I thought I had my whole life planned. Do good in high school, go to a top university, get a good job. Mate or not, I wanted my own place out in the city, close to school and not too far from home.

I had a best friend.

I had good grades.

I had a big house.

I had a family.

I don't want to sound ungrateful, I mean, I've made friends. I may have not seen Liv, Tom and Jason for a week, but I like to think that they're still there for me.

I've also missed too many days at school but I'm trying to change that.

I may not have a big house, but I don't need one. It would just be creepy to have three people living in this giant house. Plus, that's a lot of cleaning.

I'm happy and very fortunate to have a mother who cares so much that will work all day and night just to put food on the table for us. I'm happy- most of the time- to have a little sister that I can tease but also depend on.

And as hard as it is to say, I'm happy to have had such a great father. One that always put his family above all else. One who always bought gifts for our birthdays, and was actually home for dinner.

Some people don't get that, not even once. I'm lucky I got that for eighteen years.

"Is she awake?"

The voice startled me from my thoughts, but I layed still, pressed tightly against the floor.

I didn't know much about where I am, but one things for sure, I'm in the packs jail.

"She's been laying like that for the past three hours." A voice replied to the first.

I very distantly recognized the first voice as Hunter's beta. Beta Jaxon.

"Wake her." Jaxon demanded. His voice, however, was weak.

"Are you sure?"

"Alpha's orders" Jaxon stated, this time much stronger.

My eyes flew wide open at his words.

"Guess she was awake."

Staring at the man who spoke, I know I've never met him.

"Jaxon?" I questioned, making sure it really was him.

"That's Beta Jaxon." He said, his eyes hardening. He let no emotion escape, only stared into my eyes.

I was at loss for words. He was always so nice, what's going on?

A loud beep rang then the cell opened.

Jaxon took heavy steps towards me, then braced his hand up. I cringed at first, afraid he would hit me. Instead, he grabbed on to my upper arm. Pulling me to my feet harshly, he silently dragged me out.

"Where are you taking me?"

His grip tightened, surely leaving a mark.

"Do not speak unless spoken to." He spoke so slowly, so calmly, yet each word held much power.

Me being me, I push the little luck I have.

"Why am I here?"

"Why was I in that cell?"

He kept dragging me. We left the room and was now going down a dark hall. Everything was cement, we were most likely underground.

"Why are you being so mean?" Expecting no reply, I was unprepared for when he abruptly stopped.

"Mean? Oh I am so sorry, did I hurt you're feelings?" He was now facing me, he's hand still gripping me tightly.

"Have you no conscience? You traitor! You're scum just like all the rest."

Jaxon didn't move, didn't speak any further.

"I-I.." I didn't know what to say, I don't know whats going on.

"I am no traitor."

Jaxon raised an eyebrow, "No?"

"No. I didn't do anything wrong! One second, I'm resting in bed, and the next I'm..I'm here!" I yell angrily.

"You deserve worse! You're a murderer!" He yelled back with just as much anger.

"M-Murder? How on earth am I a murderer? I've never even hurt a fly. Well, unless you count that one time- but that's beside the point. I didn't kill anyone."

"No- but you might as well have."

"What does that even mean?" I'm tired of speaking in riddles, why couldnt he just speak the truth?

"Our future Luna is missing."

Future Luna? Isn't that me?

"Emily. She's gone. Just disappeared, one second she's here, the next she's gone."

Emily left. Not a surprising fact. She told me she would.

"And, what? How is this my fault?"

"Best case, you threatened her. Worst case, you killed her." He began walking again.

"What! Me? Why is the blame going on me? She's not dead."

"Many wolves saw you talking to her yesterday night. Said there was lots of yelling between the two of you. Even some tears."

"So? We just talked, nothing else. I didn't do anything to her. And who exactly said they saw us?"

"That's none of your concern. We may not know one hundred percent, but you are our number one suspect."

"What happened to everyone's innocent unless proven guilty?"

"It changed to, the Alpha said you're guilty, so you are."

Before I could reply, Jaxon stopped in front of a wooden door. Taking our a silver key, he unlocked the door, and pushed me in. The room, like all the others, had cement floors. Although, this time, the walls we're different.

Each of the walls were covered in long giant mirrors. In the middle of the room is a simple wooden table with two chairs on either side.

Jaxon forced me into one of the chairs, then cuffs one of my hands to the table.

"Is that necessary?"

He didn't reply. I'll take that as a yes.

He proceeds to secure me in place then takes the seat across from me.

"Alphas on his way."

"Hunter's coming?"

Jaxon looked at me in fury and stomped his hand on the table making me yelp.

"You do not get to call higher ranks by their name, you traitor."

I didn't back down.

"I told you, I'm no traitor."

"You killed Emily, just admit it!" He screamed.

"I did not!" There's no way I would admit to something I never even did.

Emily clearly didn't think her plan through.

"Then what we're you two talking about outside of the theaters?" Jaxon calmed himself down a little, but since he is a Beta, his wolf will be at edge.

"She told me she was going to leave. But I didn't kill her or threaten her."

Jaxon looked down, shaking his head.

"You stupid, stupid, little girl."

"You knew that the future Luna was going to run and you didn't stop her? I wouldn't hold it pass you to have packed her bag for her. "

"She's not the future Luna!" I angrily stood up, but was yanked back down by the cuffs around my right hand.

"Emily was, and is not Hunter's mate. She'll never be the Luna."

"Hunter does not have a mate, she's the closest thing to a Luna we have- or had, thanks to you."

"Why are you so attached to this! She wasn't your mate, why do you care so much?"

"She helped Hunter. She changed him. You should have seen Hunter before, he killed anyone and anything that got in his way. He had no care for morals or humans or low rank wolves."

"That's exactly how he is now."

Jaxon gave out a sarcastic laugh. "Oh you really have no idea. Haven't you ever heard of the scary tales about the viscous and merciless monster of a wolf?"

I nodded. "As a kid, yes."

"Well, they're all true, and he was only twelve at the time.

It seems that everyday I learn something new about Hunter that I wish I hadn't.

It's no secret that my mate is a monster.

"She would have been the perfect Luna. Everyone loved her. Still does, actually."

"Well, she's not. So too bad."

"Don't speak so disrespectfully about her!"

"Well she's not the Luna! And she never will be. She's not Hunter's mate! Because He's mine." It was clear my wolf was getting tired of people saying Emily and Hunter are mates.

"I- I just mean. I- I am. I am Hunter's mate."

I didn't regret what I said, but I know I will. No one was supposed to know me and Hunter are mates.

Jaxon's face went expressionless.

"Let's go." Jaxon came over to me and unlocked my cuff.

"But I thought H- Alpha Hunter was coming."

"Change of plans."

He drags me more hurriedly back to my cell.

"He want's you locked up."

Of course he would. That just how Hunter shows his affection, by locking his mate in a cell.

"Jaxon?" I realized when it was too late that I hadn't said Beta.

"What?"

"You believe me, right?" Jaxon didn't reply, but for the short second that his eyes met mine, I knew he did. He may not act like it, but he's on my side.

Either that, or I'm really bad at reading someone.

Jaxon took out the cuffs once again.

"No, please no! I already have bruises! And I'll be locked in a cell, what more could I possibly do without the cuff then with them on?"

"Just this one time."

Jaxon left after that, cuffs in hand.

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"Pfft. Over here!" a rough voice whispered.

Coughing sounded next, until finally it was all quiet.

"Pfft! This way."

I spoke to soon.

My head felt like a hundred pounds, and my body all numb.

"Is that her?" Another voice attempted to whisper, though her voice echoed loud through the room.

"See I told you. It's always the innocent looking ones. Who knows how many she's killed."

"I heard she killed the Luna." Another voice piped up.

"I heard she seduced the Alpha and the Luna found out and killed herself."

"The Luna wouldn't do that."

"And why not?"

"Because. A Luna is strong, she wouldn't leave her pack and Alpha like that. "

"I heard she wasn't even Alpha Hunter's mate, so she's not the real Luna."

"Can Alpha Hunter even have a mate?"

"Doubt it."

Getting fed up with all the chit chat, I turned over, and yelled, "Will you all just shut up! Oh, and I never killed anybody!"

Why are there so many old people in jail anyways? And why was I put in the cell right across from them?

"Stupid old ladies," I muttered quietly.

"Hear that Flora, she called you stupid." One said.

"And old."

"But she is old- ouch!"

"In my time, if someone called me old, I would have sliced their throat."

In my time? So like 80 years ago?

I mentally laughed at my joke. The chit chat between the old ladies eventually hushed and turned into snores.

Yawning, I closed my eyes and let darkness corrupt.

*        *        *

It was pitch black when a chill swooped the room, bringing a cold aura.

Confusingly, I blinked repetitively, but my vision was still blocked from the lack of light. Spreading my arms out, I nearly screamed when I hit something. It made a noise as it slid away.

Blindly, I swapped my hands around until I found it.

A flash light. Was it supposed to be here?

Facing it towards my body, I turned it on. Very slowly I dragged the light towards the floor. There were four ladies dead asleep on the floor across from me. They were all in the same cell, each of them with a wooden platform and one pillow.

Well, they have more then I do.

Bringing the light towards my cell lock, it was as it was before, locked.

Scanning the light through my cell, I saw something black in the corner. Shuffling my body very slowly so I would make noise, I grabbed the thing.

It was a box. A gift box. Black, with a big red bow on top.

Deja vu hit me, and I could barely breathe.

It was far too scared to open it.

How did someone enter this cell? And why would they?

Curiosity getting the better of me, I embraced my self then opened the box.

Just like the time before, there was a letter. Skipping the letter, I found a gold colored key.

It looked like the one Jason has, but just gold.

Picking the note back up, I shined the light at it.

Roses are red,  Violets are blue.                                                                                                   Here's a key to your heart, And one for your room.

Under the words were two picture. Both poorly drawn. One was of a key with a heart, and the other was an open lock.

The lock looked awfully close to the one attached to my cell. Something clicked in my mind and I finally realized what the letter meant.

Holding the flashlight in one hand, I shoved the letter in my pocket, and took the key along with me.

Standing up, I took gentle steps towards the lock.

As I picked it up, the chain rattled loudly. I froze, my eyes darting towards the other prisoners.

I very slowly put the key into its slot and turned. When it opened, I gave out a sigh of relief.

I know that opening the cell would make lots of noise, and for that reason, I did it very quickly. Kind of like ripping off a bandage, all at once, I pulled open.

I stupidly froze after it opened, checking on the ladies.

Surprisingly, the ladies kept snoring. Tip toeing towards the hall, I passed a sleeping guard on a chair- or at least I hope he's sleeping. I didn't bother to check for a pulse, Instead I walked down the hall.

I have a clear destination in mind, and I may not know where I am, or how to get there, at this point, I'd do anything to get there. As I passed many doors and cells of sleeping prisoners, I also passed sleeping guards.

If the Alpha saw this, they'd all be in great trouble. I mean, a prisoner, such as myself, could just find a magical key, like I did, and walk straight out of the Jail. Like I am.

As I reached the exit of the whole building, there was another passed out guard, this time sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall.

There was no way this was a coincident, but at this moment, I couldn't care less.

Without making too much noise, I reached into the guards pocket and grabbed his car keys and phone.

Things were actually working out, and this exact statement scared me.

Back in my old pack, the guards would have phone trackers in their car. You just need to connect your phone into the machine then call the number you want to track.

Pressing the unlock button from the keys, a car sounded from the back. Walking towards the car, I was stunned when I found a bight green Volkswagen Beetle.

Or as me and my sister like to call it, a 'Punch Buggy'.

Getting in, I was once again surprised to smell the sweet scent of flowers.

Thankfully, they had the location locator machine. It was easy to use, and in no time I had it all set up.

"Hello?" Hunter's groggy yet heavenly voice spoke.

"Alex? What is it?" Hunters sleepy voice quickly turned into alarm.

The machine made an approving noise to indicate that the address has  been located.

Reluctantly, I hung up the phone.

Hunter wasn't too far from here, he's at the pack house.

*        *        *

They're are very few people living at the Pack house, even though its huge. People like to have their own privacy and that would include their own home.

The front door was locked, but the the back one was successfully open.

My mind was fuzzy with anxiety. Hunter put me in a cell, accused me of murder. He rejected me as his mate, and made me feel like crap.

He's destroyed thousands of lives, and killed many. He's cruel and immoral. He may have a mate, but I doubt he has a heart.

I didn't knock, just entered.

Hunter sits in a black stool, his back facing me.

I didn't care If I was being loud, or disrespectful. I'm tired of everything. I just wanted one simple normal day, and like the time Hunter felt empathy, it never happened.

"I didn't kill Emily."

Silence.

"I know."

Hunter places a note on the bed, his face still facing the other way. Did Emily leave him a note?

"Is that-"

He cuts me off.

"Yes."

He turns his head towards me, until finally, we're both fully facing each other.

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