Ashlyn
Cold water rudely woke me when it hit me. I gasped and panted, struggling to move. My hands and ankles had been restrained. I tried to focus my eyes on the room, but it was dark, and I had a throbbing headache. My whole body ached, and I knew my abdomen hadn’t healed.
“You look exactly like your mother did at your age.” A female voice called out and then I bright light blinded me. Smashing my eyes closed, I turned my head away from the light.
“Now, my dear Ashlyn, you give me what I want and you can leave.” The familiar voice said..
“Who are you?” My raspy voice yelled, my eyes still adjusting to the light.
“I’m hurt you don’t remember me, granddaughter.” She chuckled as she came out of the dark corner, stepping into the light..
“Grandmother!” I gasped. I thought she was dead.
“Granddaughter, you have something that is mine and I want it back,” She demanded.
“I don’t understand. You’re alive.” I stuttered.
“Clearly,” She answered sarcastically. I don’t understand, she died in a car accident with my grandfather.
“Since your slowness is only pissing me off, I’ll give you some background.” She said, as one of her minions placed a chair for her to sit.
“Before I gave birth to your mother, I had the same gift that you have now. But I had much bigger ideas on how to use it. The moon goddess didn’t like those ideas, and she stole the gift away from me. I later found my mate and had your mother. I found out the moon goddess had blessed your mother with my powers, my gift. It wasn’t long after she discovered her gift that she met your father. This made it difficult for me to get to her, since she now had her own personal bodyguard. Then she gave birth to you and I knew I could steal my powers back. I just needed a plan. Little did I know that one of her friends was a witch and she had spelled the pack. So I faked my death, but I killed my mate. He didn’t share the same ambitions that I did. I started building my army of rogues and outcasts. When we went to do the spell, it backfired and every pack member in the area turned to dust. Poof. I thought I had lost it until I recently started hearing rumors about a Knight coming out of nowhere. You really made it too easy for me to find you, granddaughter.” She said with a smirk.
“What did you want to use your powers for?” I asked her, confused.
“I want to be made Queen, of course.” She said.
“You should probably just kill me. I’m never giving you my gift.” I growled, and she laughed.
“Oh, you will, my dear. I will not kill you, but I will make your life hell until you agree. You are no use to me dead.” She said, motioning two of her minions over. One smelled like a rogue and the other was a vampire.
I fought against the restraints, but it was no use. I’m trapped, but I refused to give her what she wanted. Thousands would die if she became Queen.
The wolf slapped me across the face. My head whipped to the side, and I spat out the blood that was filling my mouth.
“Oh granddaughter, I don’t like to see you in pain. I just need you to give me what I want. I’ll even keep your mate alive for you.” She told me, trying to bargain. I spat more blood out, but this time I aimed it at her. The vampire punched me in the stomach and I groaned.
“I guess we’ll resume this tomorrow. You should probably think about my proposal. It won’t last forever.” She said, patting me on the cheek before leaving the dungeon. Well, I assume it is a dungeon.
I received a few more blows to my face and abdomen, and then they left me alone. I’m pretty sure I passed out. It awoke me when my chains lowered and I hit the hard floor with a groan.
“Tundra?” I called to her.
“I’m here, Ashlyn. I’m trying to heal you faster. We need to think of a plan to get out of here.” She growled.
“What about my powers? Could I use them?” I asked her.
“We have one shot at this. Try to stay strong and we will wait for the best opportunity to escape. Your powers will take a lot out of you and you are already weak,” Tundra explained.
“Can she really take my powers?” I asked her.
“No, the moon goddess is the only one that can take the gift back. I’m not sure where she received her information from, but you can’t just give it to another person. They are a part of you.” She confirmed my theory.
She killed her daughter and her entire pack for these powers, just so she could become a Queen. She wants to be more powerful, to take over the entire mythical world. Someone has to be helping her. There’s no way that she could have achieved all of this on her own.
I guess the only thing I can do is listen to her confessions and anger her while I play dumb. The beating will come, but I know she’ll get desperate and fuck up. I’ll just be patient, like Tundra told me, then we’ll burn this place to the ground.
I’m not sure how long I’ve been here now, but what I think is, every day, my grandmother is here trying to convince me to hand over my powers. And then, she would always have her two brutes rough me up. I was growing weaker every day, with little food and water. But I wouldn’t give up.
I found out that my grandmother really likes to talk, especially if you play dumb. She hates dumb people, and I used that to get a lot of useful information. Apparently, she hated her mate and my mother. She only did what they expected of her, and it took a lot of planning to fake her own death.
Even though she was a Luna, it was never enough. She pressured my mother to pursue the Kings. It pissed her off when her daughter turned them down. It’s hard to believe that she raised not only my mother, but my aunt. She is a vile woman and I hate calling her my grandmother. My grandfather must have been a wonderful man to counter what my grandmother must have been like growing up.
I also learned that money can buy you anything, even loyalty. I’m not sure how much money she is paying her brutes, but how much money is your life actually worth? How could anyone want to die for this crazy old wolf, no matter how much money she was offering?
She also told me all about her plans for world domination and how the world will be a better place once she makes herself Queen. The mythical world has been at peace for hundreds of years. How could she make it better? Being here is becoming tedious at this point and it’s the same thing every day. She’d bitch about how stupid I was, and then she’d spill her entire life.
Maybe she will move me around this place if I piss her off enough. I could figure out how to escape and how many I had to kill. She’d be the first person I killed for killing my mother and father. I’d never let her get away with that.
The beatings became more and more and Tundra could no longer heal me. But at least if we died, her chance of getting my powers would be gone. Even though I couldn’t give them to her, even if I wanted to. She even had a witch in here, trying.
She had really become desperate when she told me she was moving me under the full moon and a special ceremony would take place. She told me I would die, but she would have my powers and that’s all that mattered at this point.
Now I just had to survive until the full moon and then I could get the fuck out of here. I’m still not even sure where we are. I have overheard nothing about locations. But I heard they had only about 10 rebels. They all seem to rotate shifts. Not much of an army, but I could take on 10. I’m sure they have more at different locations. An army would become too obvious. I just have to stay alive long enough to kill the bitch and make a run for it.