His tortured mate

Chapter 5

Caylee

I am standing in the middle of nowhere, lost in an unknown forest, alone and dirty. I feel my heart racing and I know something big is coming, but from where or when, I don’t know. I turn from side to side, trying to find something that will tell me which way to go. There is nothing that looks familiar, but something is telling me to go west, so I follow my gut and I run to the west. My legs are hurting and my lungs are burning, but I keep going, afraid of what might be behind me. I hear a growl from not far behind me and I push my legs harder, until I stumble into a clearing. In the center of the clearing I see two shapes and I stop in my tracks. I try to focus to see their faces, wanting to know who they are. The one standing on the left is Damon and I give a sigh in relieve, but when I take a step closer to him, he bares his teeth at me and I once again come to a stop. I have never even seen Damon frowning at me, much less baring his teeth at me and the sight of it scares me. I hear a snap of a twig behind me and I quickly turn around to see what is behind me.

Slowly the shape of a wolf starts walking into the clearing. I quickly try to step back up, but end up falling backwards, tripping over my own feet. I stare up at the wolf from my spot on the ground and a part of me is fascinated by the beauty of the wolf, her legs strong and her body ready to jump and attack. She has strawberry blonde fur, the same color of my hair, but her eyes are gold and on closer look, there are flecks of green in them. She is growling and that frightens me, but she isn’t even looking at me, she is staring right at Damon and he in turn is growling back at her.

“Caylee, my love.” I hear Craig’s voice calling out to me softly.

The wolf snaps her head in the direction of the voice, her face softening and I slowly turn my head to look at the second figure. Craig’s face comes into focus and I feel a strange pull towards him. I want to run to him, to jump in his arms and just stay there, but the sound of a loud growl snaps me out of my longing for something I don’t understand. I turn to see Damon has taken the shape of his wolf, dark brown with red eyes. I never liked his wolf, it scared me with its eyes that was the color of blood. It is growling at the she wolf, bending its legs as if to attack.

“Please my love, wake up and come back to me.” I hear Craig’s voice again but I don’t dare to turn to him. I can’t take my eyes off the threat currently growling at the wolf behind me. Strangely I don’t fear the she wolf so much anymore, I just somehow know that she is here to protect me, that she would never hurt me. I wonder if this is what Craig meant when he said she is separate from me. Does she really have a mind of her own and not just another extension of myself as Damon let me to believe?

“Please, come back to me Caylee.” I hear Craig ask me again and I want to tell him to shut the f**k up. I need to focus on the blood thirsty wolf in front of me. I get up from my spot on the ground slowly and stretch out my hands in front of me, as if trying to show the brown wolf that I am no threat. He slowly creeps closer, letting out another growl.

“Damon, please, it’s me.” I tell him, hoping the wolf will back up and Damon will take shape again, but instead the wolf gives me another growl of warning and I slowly back up, only to bump into the she wolf behind me. I turn to look at her but she just moves to stand next to me. I turn back to the brown wolf and feel a scream take over. He jumps into the air and I just know that this is the end of me. It is funny, just a while ago, I wanted to be dead, but here I am, in the middle of the woods, wishing that somehow, I will be able to survive this attack.

“Wake up Caylee!” My eyes shoot open and I sit up straight, breathing hard. I realize that I am not in the woods anymore, that it was all just a bad dream, but it all felt so real. I look around and realize that I am also not in the dungeons anymore, but in a room that smells just like Craig. I want to breathe in his scent and find comfort in knowing that I am not about to be attacked by the man I loved, or at the very least his wolf.

“Caylee, you’re safe.” I hear Craig’s voice from next to me and whip my head to the side a bit too fast. The action makes me feel dizzy and for a moment everything goes black. I came back to it, wrapped in Craig’s arms and I feel my body relaxing to his touch. I really don’t understand why my body is constantly betraying me by wanting, needing his touch. I quickly push away from him and move to the far side of the bed. I crave his touch but I don’t understand why. I don’t want to crave him in any why, but I can’t seem to make my body agree.

“Why am I here?” I ask him. I should be bleeding to death in that dark cell, not in what I assume is his bed. I wanted to get away from the pain and being here will just bring that pain back.

“Katy, said to let you out of the dungeon and to bring you to my place. She didn’t want you in there any more than I did and it is a good thing she told me that last night before she left instead of waiting until she is halfway across the world, or it would’ve been of no use. You would’ve been dead, had I not come to you when I did.” He says it with anger and disappointment clear in his voice. I don’t know why he has any reason to be angry with me. I have been stuck in that dark cell for long enough! Is he angry that I tried to end my suffering before they could put an end to me? How much more pain do they want to cause me more?

“I didn’t ask for you to save me! The fact that you did, pisses me off actually. I could’ve been next to the love of my life right now, but once again, you took that chance from me!” He flinches when I talk about Damon, but the flash of pain quickly turns into that of frustration.

“You won’t ever be next to him Caylee, not unless you plan on spending eternity in hell!” He says with anger and hatred dripping from every word. “He never deserved you! He was evil reincarnated, but it seems he was a damn good actor in front of you.” He says and then the expression turns from anger to realization. “Or maybe your sister is delusional, maybe you knew exactly what a monster he was, but you chose to follow him. Tell me Caylee, did you enjoy seeing the chaos he caused? Did you help him kidnap women and children to sell to drug lords and pedophiles? Did you help him torture and kill innocents, did it bring you pleasure to watch him rape and kill women?” He says and I want to vomit with just the picture that he is trying to paint for me, but what he is saying is lies.

“Damon would never hurt a soul! He loved me and our pack! He was a great leader! If anyone is a monster, it is my sister! The fact that you follow her so blindly makes me wonder if you enjoy watching her torture young men. I know what she did to the two scouts we sent ahead! She f*****g sent them back to us in pieces! They were just two lost boys, trying to find something worth fighting for and she tortured and killed them! Are you just going to turn a blind eye to the hundreds she has killed?” I am breathing hard, fighting to get control of my anger. He wants to accuse Damon of torturing and killing innocents, but it is his Luna that is the murderer.

“What are you talking about? What scouts?” He looks very confused at first but then he starts laughing.

“What the f**k are you laughing about?” I ask him furious that he can find any of this funny.

“Did you see the bodies of the boys?” He asks and this time I am confused.

“I saw the boxes she had the body parts sent in. I couldn’t stomach the smell, much less the view of it, but I read the letter that was attached to it. She wanted us to know that she was the one that tortured them, she wanted us to know that they suffered by her hands.” I tell him. He has to see that Damon was never the monster or the actor, that Eva is the actress, the monster that kills without mercy.

“Caylee, she never killed the brothers. They are very much alive and well.” He says and I look at him in confusion. “Can you even remember your sister’s handwriting?” He asks.

“It wouldn’t have mattered, the letter was typed.” I tell him. “I don’t believe you that they are still alive. I saw those boxes. If they weren’t in those boxes, who was?” I will not start doubting Damon now, he isn’t here to defend himself, my sister made sure of that. Craig seems to be lost in his own world for a few seconds before he looks at me again.

“Come with me.” He says before walking to the door of the room. He turns to look at me, waiting for me to follow him. My curiosity gets me moving towards him. We walk out of the room into the hallway and then down a flight of stairs into a living room. The house is quite big for a bachelor, I wonder if everyone gets to live in a house like this or if it depends on your rank in the pack. I didn’t get a chance to look around the pack grounds, but I am curious to see how different this pack lives from how ours lived. Craig leads me to the front door, but there is a knock on the door before we reach it. When Craig opens the door, I get the need to pinch myself and make sure I am not dead, because in front of me is standing two men I had believed were dead.