Without ever even meeting him, just from how Jason spoke of him, she knew Donovan would never stop searching for them. She only hoped that it wouldn’t be their corpses that he would find.
A noise from down the hall snapped her out of her reverie. Then she saw the cell door directly in front of her open. Two guards she did not recognize unceremoniously shoved a woman with short dark hair inside and then they left without saying a word. The stranger looked completely unafraid, like being in the cell of some sort of medieval looking dungeon was no big deal for her. Although she did scrunch up her nose in distaste. April couldn’t blame her. The stench in here was godawful.
She then watched the attractive woman pace her cell continuously until something she had said caught April’s interest.
“Donovan had better get my message to my mates.”
“Donovan? Do you mean Donovan Olson?” April asked her, still keeping herself hidden.
“I’m not sure what his last name is, but if I said the word Beta, what would that mean to you?”
April gasped. This woman knew Donovan. She immediately got up and moved to the front of her cell. “That is my Donovan’s rank. His Alpha is a wolf by the name of Gabe Errikson.”
“That’s him,” the woman replied with a smile. “He’s your mate?”
“Yes, he is, one of them, and we haven’t, um, well— you know .” April felt her cheeks redden from her confession. She wondered if there was no end to her verbal diarrhea from the last few days.
“You haven’t claimed each other,” the dark haired woman acknowledged with an amused smile, “but that’s okay. I knew my men were meant for me before we, you knowed , too. What is your name, and how in the hell did you end up down here?”
“My name is April, and Jason and I were taken from the earth realm and brought here. They have been torturing J-Jason.” April’s voice caught on her mate’s name, and it felt as if her heart was bleeding. “But they aren’t even asking him any questions. Who the hell does that? Interrogates a man without actually asking any questions?”
“Is he in there with you?” the woman asked, peering into her cell.
“No, they have him on the other side of the wall,” April replied, her voice trembling. “I hear him shouting and growling, but they won’t let me see him.” She left out the part about being able to talk to him just in case the woman in front of her was some kind of spy. With the ordeal she and Jason found themselves in, her brain was telling her to be suspicious of everyone, even though April’s instincts were urging her to trust the stranger.
She immediately felt bad about her paranoia when the woman held her hand out. April reached out until they were able to clasp hands. When they finally touched, a blue light sparked between their palms. They both gasped and pulled back their hands, staring at each other with wide eyes.
“You are a healer?” the woman whispered in shock.
April frowned in confusion and then anger. She wondered if there would ever come a day when she knew more about herself than apparently other people did. She decided to trust the kind woman. Maybe she’d even be able to help April figure out the truth about herself. “I don’t kn—”
The sound of the door at the end of the hall slamming open interrupted them.
“Get back,” the woman ordered quietly.
April immediately faded into the darkest corner of her cell and observed the woman as she took on a disinterested appearance. Kheelan strode up to the woman’s cell without even sparing April a second glance and announced that the king would speak with her. They had an argument about using shackles. The woman easily won, impressing the hell out of April and even giving her a bit of added courage. And by their exchange, April also got the impression that she wasn’t the only one who would be doling out some justice to Kheelan when she got the chance.
The woman nearly stumbled out of her
A noise from down the hall snapped her out of her reverie. Then she saw the cell door directly in front of her open. Two guards she did not recognize unceremoniously shoved a woman with short dark hair inside and then they left without saying a word. The stranger looked completely unafraid, like being in the cell of some sort of medieval looking dungeon was no big deal for her. Although she did scrunch up her nose in distaste. April couldn’t blame her. The stench in here was godawful.
She then watched the attractive woman pace her cell continuously until something she had said caught April’s interest.
“Donovan had better get my message to my mates.”
“Donovan? Do you mean Donovan Olson?” April asked her, still keeping herself hidden.
“I’m not sure what his last name is, but if I said the word Beta, what would that mean to you?”
April gasped. This woman knew Donovan. She immediately got up and moved to the front of her cell. “That is my Donovan’s rank. His Alpha is a wolf by the name of Gabe Errikson.”
“That’s him,” the woman replied with a smile. “He’s your mate?”
“Yes, he is, one of them, and we haven’t, um, well— you know .” April felt her cheeks redden from her confession. She wondered if there was no end to her verbal diarrhea from the last few days.
“You haven’t claimed each other,” the dark haired woman acknowledged with an amused smile, “but that’s okay. I knew my men were meant for me before we, you knowed , too. What is your name, and how in the hell did you end up down here?”
“My name is April, and Jason and I were taken from the earth realm and brought here. They have been torturing J-Jason.” April’s voice caught on her mate’s name, and it felt as if her heart was bleeding. “But they aren’t even asking him any questions. Who the hell does that? Interrogates a man without actually asking any questions?”
“Is he in there with you?” the woman asked, peering into her cell.
“No, they have him on the other side of the wall,” April replied, her voice trembling. “I hear him shouting and growling, but they won’t let me see him.” She left out the part about being able to talk to him just in case the woman in front of her was some kind of spy. With the ordeal she and Jason found themselves in, her brain was telling her to be suspicious of everyone, even though April’s instincts were urging her to trust the stranger.
She immediately felt bad about her paranoia when the woman held her hand out. April reached out until they were able to clasp hands. When they finally touched, a blue light sparked between their palms. They both gasped and pulled back their hands, staring at each other with wide eyes.
“You are a healer?” the woman whispered in shock.
April frowned in confusion and then anger. She wondered if there would ever come a day when she knew more about herself than apparently other people did. She decided to trust the kind woman. Maybe she’d even be able to help April figure out the truth about herself. “I don’t kn—”
The sound of the door at the end of the hall slamming open interrupted them.
“Get back,” the woman ordered quietly.
April immediately faded into the darkest corner of her cell and observed the woman as she took on a disinterested appearance. Kheelan strode up to the woman’s cell without even sparing April a second glance and announced that the king would speak with her. They had an argument about using shackles. The woman easily won, impressing the hell out of April and even giving her a bit of added courage. And by their exchange, April also got the impression that she wasn’t the only one who would be doling out some justice to Kheelan when she got the chance.
The woman nearly stumbled out of her
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