Blood. That was the first thing she could smell. Her blood. The blood of her pack. The blood of her family. She hated the smell, the way it crawled up my nose and stayed there. She needed to get away. She needed to go. She needed to leave.

She suddenly heard the metal doors opening, and she already knew who it was before he could even enter her so-called room. Prison cell, more likely. Despite the chains wrapped around her ankles, her wrists, and her neck, she was still strong. She was still a fighter. She growled, and she could practically feel glare directed at her.

He suddenly grabbed her chin and lifted it up, forcing her to look at him. She glared at him defyingly, not caring if she would get punished again. She hated him. She hated him with every fiber of her being. It was his fault she was here. His fault her brothers had to scatter. His fault that she was wearing those chains like a submissive puppy she never was.

"When are you gonna get it to your head, Pup? You're mine. You will always be mine, and you can never leave me."

She growled, glaring at him. She didn't say anything, her voice long gone after wearing that tight collar and with little water given to her for weeks. She was still stubborn, she was still defying him. She was still a fighter. The man growled, forcing her to look straight at his eyes. His once dark green vibrant eyes now as black as his soul.

"What do I have to do to get you to understand?! You are my mate! You are mine! And you are NOTleaving this room until you accept the fact that you are my pack's Luna." He growled, making sure he pushed every word in her head. They glared at each other, with all the hate they could muster for each other.

His glare suddenly soften, running his thumb on her cheek. He looked like he wanted to kiss her, but he stopped himself, and build up his facade again. He took his hand away, and marched out the door, slamming it close.

She laid down, knowing that it would be impissible to leave. Not with the wounds they gave her. Not with the way they made sure she wouldn't eat little to nothing. She doesn't have the strength she needed to fight her way out, hell, she couldn't get out of the fucking chains, let alone the fort like house she was placed in. Once they catch her, they would kill her, regardless of who she was to their alpha. She couldn't die. Not yet. Not with them waiting for her.

She has to survive. She'll find them soon. She'll find a way. It didn't matter to her if she would have to pretend to accept the role of becoming their Luna. She doesn't care if she has to pretend to love that monster. She'll find a way to get out, and when she does, she would make sure that she would leave the entire places to ashes. She will get out of her prison cell. She is the Alpha's daughter, after all.