His Revenge Luna

Episode 12

Hope's Point of View

After the trauma of visiting Alpha Donovan, not to mention the violence that was executed by my father, I had sincerely hoped that the rest of the day would pass without incident.

And for the first part of the day, things actually went better than I could have ever dreamed of.

I decided to head straight to the kitchen to report for my duties rather than have my usual morning shower. Being a few meager minutes late for 'work' in the pack house isn't tolerated - if you're late on more than one occasion you're on bathroom cleaning duties for a month. I was almost forty-five minutes behind schedule, so I had no idea what to expect.

The one thing that I was definitely not expecting was a breakfast fit for a warewolf! You could have given me a million guesses as to what was waiting for me behind the kitchen doors and I would never have answered correctly.

The last time I had a breakfast like this was five years ago, only it was on a much smaller scale.

The whole of the breakfast bar, where the staff ate, was laden with huge dishes of eggs, sausages and bacon. Waffles and pancakes were stacked high on silver platters and every kind of cookie and cereal were laid out in brand new boxes. I swiped my hand across my mouth to remove any drool that might have collected there. I was famished.

I was served my breakfast by an Omega who clearly thought I needed a good feed. She plated up a portion of food the size of my head and gave me gallons of full fat milk to wash it down with. I decided that Alpha Donovan was trying to give me back every calorie he had starved me of since my 13th birthday.

I wasn't foolish. I had Maya check everything over before taking a single bite. She would smell any sort of poison or toxin that might have been added. It only took a few seconds but they were the longest of my life.

'It's clean' She declared and I almost took my own fingers off, shoving French toast into my gob!

The food served to us on the previous evening definitely had something in it. Neither of us were sure what it was, but the fact that anything had been added to it meant we wouldn't touch it. I was actually half glad that they had spiked it, because whilst we went to bed last night ravenous, it meant that we had double the appetite this morning.

'Watch yourself. I'm not sure I can grow back digits!' She chuckled loving the fact that I was clearly enjoying myself.

I ate as much as was physically possible without making myself sick. There would be no point in over indulging like that. It would not benefit us in the slightest to be given access to so much food only to vomit it up later. We needed to get stronger, we were out of here tomorrow night.

I was so full after my breakfast that I felt really tired. The Omega in charge could see that she wouldn't get the best out of me unless she livened things up. She put me on laundry duty and I spent the next few hours running up and down the stairs collecting whatever had been thrown out of bedroom doors and into the hallway. I visited every floor with the exception of the Alpha's. I had wondered previously what he did with his laundry and now I knew. He did nothing with it! He just wore dirty clothes and emitted the stench of rotting flesh. I shuddered at that morning's flashback and made my way back to the kitchen for my next set of instructions.

"Beta Robert says you are to have lunch." My supervisor told me in a tone that left me in no doubt she was not happy with his instructions but could do nothing about it.

"Are you sure?" I asked in astonishment.

"Apparently so." She quipped. "You are also allowed to eat with the others in the dining room."

Maya growled. 'Yeah, I'm not comfortable with this, Hope! Nothing is as it should be today.'

'I know. Everything is really suspect,' I replied. 'but if they had anything planned for us, I don't think they'd do it in a room full of witnesses when there are visitors tomorrow.'

My reasoning satisfied Maya for the time being, but the Alpha was definitely up to something.

I was seated in the dining hall at a single table with a single chair. It wasn't quite the social event I had hoped it would be, but I was still around other wolves.

"I'll bring your lunch out shortly." The Omega in charge told me with barely concealed resentment.

"Thank you." I replied to her retreating back.

By now, some of the wolves had started to notice my presence. I heard my name mentioned in whispered conversations between the different tables. The wolves entering the dining room for the first time were gawking at me open-mouthed. They stared so hard they walked into the surrounding tables. I giggled to myself. I think some of them must have thought I was dead. I hadn't been seen for half a decade.

A lot of the wolves were shocked, some curious and a couple were even brave enough to sniff the air around me. But none of them came within 10 feet of me. They all knew that I was the black wolf and they feared me because I was different.

'There are barely any females here.' Maya commented as we started to take a look around ourselves.

She was right. I did a sly count of around a hundred wolves. Only half a dozen or so were female, one of which was Holly. She was the only female wolf that was my age. I noticed that she wasn't with her father, but another male wolf. I smiled inwardly, perhaps she had found her mate. Holly caught my eye and then turned to say something to the guy next to her. She started to rise from her chair - presumably to make her way over to me. But her partner pulled her back down by the ends of her hair. I heard her whimper in pain and watched tears spring into her eyes. She was miserable and clearly in distress.

'If that's her mate, then I'm Clark Kent' I told Maya.

The male wolf turned his attention to me. I gulped as I saw the same full black eyes I'd seen earlier that day. He grinned evilly before looking away.