Chapter 6 Rescued In The Dark
Chapter 6
Mila's POV.
Lady Sarah's words stayed in my head like a bad curse. Then the door opened, the cold night air hit my face through the sack. My heart beat even faster.
When the door creaked open, cold night air rushed in. It stung my face through the sack. My heart pounded faster.
“Where are you taking me?” I wanted to ask. But I couldn't as usual, only a silent gasp left my throat. Every part of it had bounced back into my throat.
They threw me, literally hurled me, into something hard, something that looked like the back of a van. My shoulder slammed against metal. I winced, curling into myself.
The van door slammed behind me. This was the same van that carried me to the palace earlier today, but this time there were no whispers, no guards pretending that I mattered.
Only silence.
I sat there, arms around my knees, trembling. Only this time, my arms and legs were not tied. I wondered what went wrong this time? Maybe the guards might have forgotten.
For a moment, I thought of Jax. His voice, his laughter. The way he had looked at me once with trust. All those feelings are gone now. Replaced with pain and utter annoyance against him.
Did he really believe I was capable of the crimes he or other elders accused me of? Did he even think I would kill his mother or poison the only drinkable water in the pack?
What about the manipulation from the elders that I wanted to have sex with him prior to the Passover’s night?
Like I was day-dreaming? Who wrote that demonic letter? Was it Jax? Or was he an accomplice of the plot? Either way, that didn't wash the dirt of his garment. Because I knew I was being manipulated. I never wanted to sleep with Jax that day. He convinced me. I thought I needed to do it for him. For us. For his reign to be sealed. It wasn't a rumor, it was obvious as daylight that there were people contending the throne with him. One of them, Ryder, Alpha Vexhood son.
Hot tears stung my eyes under the sack. I bit down on the fabric to stop myself from sobbing out loud.
Even if I am supposed to meet my end, it should be quiet and worthwhile, not this way. Not this demeaning manner.
That’s what they wanted. For me to vanish. To be forgotten and anytime my name is remembered people should hissed, utter disgusting words, or spit on my grave.
But I wouldn’t give them that peace. Even if I couldn’t speak, I would fight till the last breath.
The van jolted forward. I rolled with the motion, my body slamming against the side. The guards laughed from the front seats.
“She doesn’t even make a sound,” one of the guards said. “Maybe they already slit her throat.”
The other quickly countered, “ she will meet her end soon. “It would be fun in the evening. Nothing would stop me from being part of people that would stone her to death. Are you not coming?”
“Nah, my Luna won't allow me.”
He quickly replied,“ then you will be missing alot.”
He bursted into laughter.
The word hit me like a blow launched to my belly.
This had been their wish all this while. I never knew they didn't like me in this pack. Days the clinic would be opened for free health consultation. Days malaria medication would be shared free of charge. Days I would give free consultation to their pregnant Lunas?
So this is what I get in return?
And concerning my choke throat, did any of these stupid wolves know what Silencium-9 is? The one that had been spiked into my water by Alpha Vexhood’s men.
If everything goes well I may recover my speech in a couple of hours from now. With symptoms like wanting to have sex.
And if everything goes south. It means I should keep my voice good-bye.
What about my breathing? It might even be harder in a few days' time. The pain in my chest would not stop either. It crawled down my spine like an annoying insect. I leaned against the metal wall of the van.
I rested my head against the cold metal wall. Letting the vibration of the road travel through me. I counted each turn, each bump. Time stretched into forever.
Then, suddenly…
The van stopped.
A door slammed. Boots hit the gravel.
“What’s going on?” one guard muttered.
“Flat tire, maybe,” said another.
I held my breath for a moment. My heart raced against my chest. Slammed against my rib cage.
I could hear voices outside, low, muffled, deep and steady. A voice I found hard to recognize.
Then I heard a noise, something metallic. A clank, a grunt, then a heavy thud. Then a couple of gun shots.
Bang! Bang!
I snapped, but could not know what to do.
Then heavy thud on the ground.
Something in the air shifted. The guards’ voice cut-off. The engine kept running, but the silence pressed against my ears.
The Van door slid open with a low scrape. I froze in one place.
Cold night air rushed in, full of pine and damp earth. Then, someone climbed in the van. I sensed them before a single word left their mouth.
“Mila,” the voice whispered.
My body turned rigid.
That voice…
Very familiar.
No. It couldn’t be.
“Is that…” The words barely left my throat with a weak rasp.
He moved closer. Then I felt his fingers on the sack, slowly working the knot loose. My chest squeezed tight, my breath came in a thin line. One I never expected.
For a moment, I thought it was just another trap. Another Rosa's plot. Another elders' game.
But then the voice came again, low, shaky, urgent.
“It’s me. Don’t make a sound.”
The sack loosened
more. Light peeked through a small tear. I saw a hint of his face, shadowed by the moonlight.
“Is that Damien?” I muttered under the sack.