Chapter 10

"So, what I want to know is what information you guys have so far?" The man questioned.

I silently watched as he sharpened a knife, the stench of silver burning my nostrils. He had dipped it in liquid silver several times, trying to create a silver dagger. Small chips of silver fell to the floor as he continued sharpening the knife, earning cuss words from him. I wanted to roll my eyes, if he wanted a silver blade, he would have had way more luck just creating one from actual silver. Not dipping a steel one into it, it made me wonder how these guys have managed to kill a king's mate, get an insider and somehow get a hunter into the ball to drug me. 

He shrugged and made his way towards Obsidian, his lips twitching into that sadistic smirk once again. I struggled to break the chains on me, but the burning made me stop, weakening me. I was already sweating from the amount of wolfsbane they had injected me with, causing me to become ill. That's another flaw from their supposed research, but it's still dangerous for us. While small amounts make us unable to shift for four hours, a large amount causes us to become sick. We get a high fever, we vomit, have tremors and other symptoms. It can possibly kill us, but it would take a few gallons to do so. Whenever one is overdosed on wolfsbane, it just makes our bodies work harder to heal us. It's almost as if we're fighting off some terrible virus, causing our immune systems to kick in. While it does block our ability to shift, our inner wolves are still giving us the ability to heal a tad bit faster. Not as fast as we could without being poisoned, but it's still something that helps us not die from multiple shots of the toxin. 

Obsidian's cloth was ripped from his mouth as the man waited for his answer, but I knew he wouldn't get it that easily. By the glint in Obsidian's eyes, I knew a simple silver covered knife wouldn't scare him. I pulled my attention away from him, deciding to study the room we're in. I can't wait for my father or Obsidian's pack to come and save us, we're going to have to do it ourselves. Bringing the packs here will only cause more deaths, especially since we still aren't sure of where exactly their hideout is. 

From looking around I knew we were underground; the walls and floors were nothing but cement and stone. Claw marks scarred the walls and doors, telling me there were once other werewolves trapped within here. There was a single, medal table in the room that held a variety of weapons and some document folders. There were no windows, not even barred ones on the doors, giving us very little means of escape. Our only hope would be for these hunters to take us out of this room where we could get out of their grips and try to find the exit. But who knows how their halls are, if they form some confusing maze. However, if we want to live and get out of here, we'll have to take that risk. 

I snapped out of my planning at the sound of Obsidian growling in pain, bringing my attention back over to him. My eyes widened when I saw a thin bar shoved into his thigh, creating a small pool of blood under his leg. 

"I suggest you quit being a smartass," the man sneered. "This bar is made from silver, so don't expect any quick healing. Matter of fact, I'll just leave it in your leg. Don't want you having even the smallest chance of ameliorating this wound." 

"Boss, I think I know what could possibly make him talk," Lance suddenly voiced, his eyes on me.

His boss followed his gaze and smirked, "This could work." 

My vision was blurry as Lance and his boss decided to give us a break, mumbling about not wanting to kill us this soon. I closed my eyes for a few minutes, willing the spinning to stop. He had done everything he could think of in the past hour, punching me, slamming my head against the wall, stabbing me and choking me. So many different types of pain were coursing through my body, my nerves on overload from the beatings. 

"I'm sorry," Obsidian whispered. 

I slowly turned my head towards him, "It's not your fault he doesn't believe us."

He groaned as he attempted to shift the bar in his leg, but it wouldn't loosen. Without being able to use his hands, it wasn't coming out anytime soon. Part of me wishes I could comfort him somehow, but the other part of me knew it wasn't logical. There was no way I would be able to reach him, the most I could do was tell him to quit moving his leg. His eyes fluttered slightly as he tried staying awake, exhausted from the torture. I was having the same battle, not wanting to let my guard down while stuck here. Taking a deep breath, I tried pulling on the chains once more and again, getting nowhere. 

Obsidian sighed, "We need to get out of here."

"Already working on it, we need to get out of this room," I replied.

"How?"

"We need them to take us out, but I'm not sure what to do."

"Maybe acting dead?"

I shook my head, "I suck at playing dead and I know you aren't the greatest at it either."

"You barely know me."

"You're going to stay completely still and quiet when they rip that bar from your leg?"

Pursing his lips, he groaned, "Touché." 

It was quiet for a little while longer until several hunters walked back in, followed by their boss. He stood before us, studying us for what seemed like ages. He finally nodded, "We're going to throw you guys into your rooms for the night. Seems like I won't be able to continue my interrogation until tomorrow. Hope you enjoy your brief stay."

Well, that was easier than I thought.

I frowned when they came towards us with needles filled with some golden liquid. Furrowing my eyebrows, I tried asking what they were doing, but got slapped across the face in return. As soon as the liquid entered my bloodstream, I could feel drowsiness falling over me. I tried mumbling something to Obsidian but could barely get my mouth to work. My body felt numb as they undid the chains and lifted me up. I was placed on a stretcher and brought out of the room, my mind barely comprehending anything. 

Stay focused, study the walls, try to remember everything. 

I grabbed as much information as I could as I looked around, noticing several other halls that this one went into. They all had multiple doors, leading to gods knowing what. Not one had an exit sign or anything that seemed close to one. I was suddenly brought into another hall, this one lined with multiple cells. There were a few werewolves in some, but none of them were moving. The stench of death wafted through the air, causing me to gag. 

"Have fun sleeping with the dead tonight," a hunter cackled. 

I was thrown onto the ground of an empty cell and chained to the wall again, but this time, I was alone. I could hear Obsidian's screams coming from somewhere in the distance, telling me he wasn't in the same hall as me. 

"Don't hurt him," I groaned. 

The one hunter laughed, "Awe, she cares." 

They continued laughing as the cell door was slammed shut, giving me a view of a dead werewolf in the cell across. I swallowed the urge to vomit and turned away, not wanting that disgusting view.