Chapter 70

Silver’s POV

Everything inside of me ached, but not nearly as badly as it did earlier. When I woke up, I thought I would have been thrown in some kind of dirty cage and watched by rogues, but I was surprised when I woke to find myself in a semi-comfortable bed in a dimly lit bedroom. I lifted my head, feeling the slight ache left over from when I was stabbed with whatever injection they gave me. My insides no longer felt as if they were on fire, but my muscles hurt to move.

I groaned as I lifted my head and looked around the room, I was being kept in. It was a basic bedroom, however there were no windows, which made it seem darker with only a couple of lamps. The decorations were moderate; there were a couple of paintings hung on the wall and I was shocked to find that one of the paintings was mine. My name was initialed on the bottom, just as I always initialed my work of art.

I furrowed my brows; whoever kidnapped me, was a fan of my artwork apparently. There was a basic wooden dresser with some pictures resting on top, and a mirror. There was a closet on the far side of the room, another door that I’m assuming led into the bathroom, and there were a couple of nightstands on each side of the queen-sized bed that I lay on.

I slowly got out of bed, glancing down at my clothes, and was relieved to see that I was still wearing the jeans and T-shirt I wore yesterday. At least they didn’t strip me of my clothes; I shuddered at the thought of it. However, upon searching my pockets, I’m not surprised that my cell phone isn’t with me.

I sighed and walked over to the dresser so I could get a better look at the pictures. I frowned when I saw the familiar face staring back at me and my brows furrowed.

The pictures were of two infants in the arms of a woman I had never seen before, however, her eyes were looking into my own and her hair was almost identical to mine as well, only shorter and curlier. She looked so tired, and she held two infants in her arms, one I knew for certain was me… but the other one…

My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest.

What the hell was going on around here?

I went over to the door and attempted to open it, already knowing that it was going to be locked. Against my better judgment, I decided to bang on the door, anger fueling me. I needed to get out of her and return to Elliot.

The door unlatched and I stumbled backward when it was thrust open. A large man stood in front of me; he smelled like a rogue and he growled furiously in my face. I noticed he had a large scar going across his right eye and down his cheek. His teeth were yellow and most of them appeared to be broken.

“Why am I here?” I demanded to know, surprised that my voice came out stronger than I felt.

Before I could grasp what was happening, his hand was around my throat, and my airwave was cut off completely.

“I’m not in the mood to be playing with you, Little Girl. So, calm the fuck down before I do something you’re not going to like,” he hissed, the stench of his breath hitting me hard.

“What the hell are you doing?” Another voice asked from the doorway, looking pissed at the big rogue that had me in his clutches. “The boss was specific when he said he didn’t want any harm coming to her. She already looks like she went through the wringer; he’s not going to be happy about this. Don’t make it worse for us.”

“Do I look like I give a shit what the boss wants?” The rogue growled.

“You should,” the other one said, folding his arms across his chest. “He just allied with one of the strongest packs and they could wipe us out in a heartbeat. He doesn’t need us as badly anymore.”

With a growl, the man released me, and I fell to the ground with a thud. I coughed and gasped for breath as I grabbed my throat, trying to rub the pain away.

“Fuck, you left a mark on her,” the other rogue muttered, shaking his head. “How the fuck are we going to explain this?”

“I didn’t sign up for this shit,” the first rouge muttered as she stormed out of the room.

The other rogue sighed and gave me a look of pity, I wanted to grab him and rip his head off. I scowled at him, and he gave me another look of disdain before leaving, locking the door behind him.

I screamed in fury, hating how weak and helpless I felt. I sat on the ground in front of the bed with my knees pressed to my chest; I had to keep faith that Elliot would find me. Whatever injection they gave me earlier made my body feel incredibly weak.

My temple started to ache even more, and I had to close my eyes, hoping that it would subside soon. I laid my head on the ground, curling up. I prayed to the Moon Goddess that I would be saved soon enough, that Elliot would find me, and I could put this nightmare behind me.

Not before long, I found myself drifting into a state of unconsciousness.

When I woke up again, I knew right away that I wasn’t alone in the room. I was also no longer on the ground; I was back in bed. I felt a cold cloth on my forehead and some light murmurs from nearby. I thought about pretending to be asleep for longer, but the pain in my temple made me wince and as soon as I moved, the voices subsided, and I knew their attention had turned ot me.

“She’s waking up,” I heard an unfamiliar female voice.

“Why isn’t her wolf healing her wounds?” An unfamiliar male voice growled.

“I don’t know, Sir. It’s unusual,” the woman remarked. “Perhaps I could run more tests and find some answers.”

“Get on that,” he ordered dismissively.

“Yes, sir,” she replied; I heard her retreating steps and then the door closed gently.

I knew the man was still in the room.

“I know you’re awake,” he muttered; it sounded like he was sitting now.

I slowly opened my eyes, letting my eyes adjust to the dim lighting. I was still in the same room, which wasn’t surprising.

A man sat in the chair by the bed; he looked to be around my age with the same brown hair that crowned his features and the same exact eyes as mine and the woman in the picture I saw earlier. He had a 5 o’clock shadow from going a day or so without shaving, but he had strong manly features and he looked to have a strong body in general.

“Welcome back to the land of the living, Silver,” he said, folding his arms across his chest and leaning back in his seat. “I’m sorry that my goons hurt you. That was never the intention and I promise you they will be punished for this.”

I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat.

“Why?” I asked, my voice coming out raspy like I hadn’t used it in years.

He reached over and grabbed the glass of water on the table, then he brought it to my lips. I stared at it like it was the devil.

“It’s water, Silver. Not poison,” he assured me, rolling his eyes.

“How can I be so sure?” I asked him, my eyes narrowed. “Your men stabbed me with some kind of poisonous stuff earlier and my head still hurts.”

“It was mistletoe with a little wolfsbane to keep your wolf under control,” he told me as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

I gawked at him; so, whoever he was, he didn’t know that I was wolfless. That was good; I could use that to my advantage.

“Isn’t wolfbane poisonous?” I asked him.

“A high dosage, yes,” he answered. “Not the dose they gave you. You don’t need to worry. My intention isn’t to hurt you and they’ve been advised not to hurt you as well.”

I scowled at him.

“And how did that work out for you?” I asked him bitterly.

“Drink the water, Silver. We have a lot to discuss,” he told me, raising his brows.

I stared at him for a long while and then at the water; I was parched, and it pained me to speak with how dry my throat was. I decided to put my worries aside for a moment and take a sip of the water. I took a longer sip than I meant to and then he pulled the glass away and set it back down.

“Now, isn’t that better?” He asked, leaning back in his seat with a satisfied grin.

“What do you want with me?” I asked him, not willing to humor him.

“I’ve been looking for you for a long time, Silver, and now that I have you, things have just gotten so much easier. You are already in with the one Alpha I loathe the most,” he said, smirking at me. I would like to make you an offer.”

My heart fell into my stomach; he was talking about Elliot. I knew it in my gut.

“I don’t want anything you’re offering,” I spat at him; my fists clenching at my sides.

He laughed, but it was humorless and sent a chill down my spine.

“I highly doubt that,” he said. “You have been looked down on your whole life. You have been called weak; you’ve felt like a monster, an outcast… stop me if I’m wrong.”

“H…how do you know this?” I asked him, my heart hammering in my chest with each word he spoke.

“Once I’ve found you, I had to do a little digging to find out more about you. I’ve had some of my men watching you for some time. I’ve seen the way your so-called father treated you and the disrespect of your packmates in not only the Stormwind pack but also the Crown pack. Tell me, Silver. Why is it someone who is as powerful as you let weak packmates treat you so poorly.”

“I…I’m not…” I started to say, but I knew no good would come from admitting my weakness to him. “It’s not your business,” I settled on.

He gave me another bitter laugh and shook his head as if he couldn’t believe how stupid I was being.

“One thing I don’t understand is why you never shift into your wolf and show them what you are made of. We’ve been watching you for quite some time now and you haven’t shifted once,” he said, narrowing his eyes at me. “Your wolf also won’t heal you it seems,” he added, pointing at my bruises left by the rogues.

I swallowed the lump in my throat.

“It’s not your concern,” I muttered through my teeth.

“I’m willing to offer you a lot if you are willing to help me. You could be an Alpha female and rule over our own pack. You could be the most powerful Alpha in the world. We could do this together, Silver, and nobody would dare cross us ever again. I haven’t had it easy growing up as well… and I’m ready to take back my life.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked, my brows furrowed. “Why me? Who are you? Why have you been watching me??”

He smiled and entwined his fingers together, placing his hands on his lap as he studied.

“Don’t I look familiar to you, Silver? I should… I look like you.”

I stared at him with disbelief written all over my face. It wasn’t possible; what he was insinuating couldn’t be possible… could it? Somehow in my gut, I knew what he was about to say was going to change the entire course of my life.

“Let me properly introduce myself,” he said, holding out his hand for me to shake, to which I just stared at like it was on fire. “My name is Scott, and I am your twin brother.”