Princess Luna

Chapter 11 - distraction

Leo’s POV

Today hadn’t been too horrible, as far as a day stuck in a prison cell could be. Dennis had given me a book to read, about a young orphan boy finding out that he was a wizard and that he was going to go to a school for wizards. Apparently Dennis’s son had enjoyed the book when he was young. I found it to be marginally interesting. It was certainly preferable to staring at the walls.

The meals had improved somewhat over the previous days offering. Breakfast was a bran muffin, a boiled egg, a banana, and the obligatory carton of milk, as well as a cup of lukewarm black coffee. Lunch was a turkey club sandwich on wheat bread, carrot sticks, a little bag of sour cream and chive potato chips, a brownie, and the carton of milk. Dinner, though, was quite good. There was spaghetti with bolognese sauce, a green salad with Italian dressing, garlic bread, tiramisu for dessert, and a small plastic cup with red wine. Dennis also brought me the second book in the wizard boy series, just in case I finished the first book and enjoyed it enough to read another. I thanked him for that.

Then it was time for the highlight of my day. My evening chat with my mate. She sent me the “code” for today about 2 minutes before she called, “what is my favorite flower?” Thank goddess todays was an easy one, since yesterdays code “my favorite taco topping” caused me to sweat bullets. My mate likes pretty much everything you might potentially use to fill a tortilla! I was excited when the phone started to ring and Dennis handed it to me.

“Hello?” I answer quickly. “Your favorite flowers are stargazer lilies!”

“For that you deserve a special treat!” She tells me, and I’m not left wondering for long what she means when I hear the sweet voices of all our children.

I feel contentment in my heart to hear Dee and Jules both shyly saying “hi, daddy!”

Then Johnathan is saying he misses me and wants me to come home. I tell him I’m working on that. Lance tells me that grandma DeeDee bought them a couple kites to use for our upcoming family trip to the beach.

“That sounds like fun! I haven’t flown a kite since I was about your age!” I tell him, along with a promise to show him how it’s done.

Lucy only tells me that she loves me, and I tell her the same back.

Then young Alex is on the phone. “I’m sorry grandpa is punishing you because of me!”

I can tell that Alex is pretty upset, so I do my best to sooth him. “Hey son, its not your fault, and I don’t want you blaming yourself!” And then I promise we would get things worked out soon and he wasn’t to worry about it. Alex thanks me, and hands the phone to his mother.

“So are they treating you any better today?” Amelia asks me.

“It’s been more or less the same, really,” I inform her. “I was given a book to read, so I’m not quite as bored. The food is still hit or miss with breakfast and lunch being kinda small, cold, and dissatisfying. But dinner was pretty good at least.”

I had more I wanted to stay, but Dennis was already taking the phone away. I guess we had used up most of our allotted time talking with the kids. I was glad to hear that everyone was doing well under the circumstances, and that they all missed me and wanted me back home. I think wistfully that I wish I were back home, too.

Then Dennis was clearing up the dishes, and getting ready to leave me. “Is there anything else you need that is within my power to grant you?”

“Well, I wouldn’t mind a shower and a fresh change of clothes,” I say after thinking for a moment. “These clothes are starting to feel itchy and gross.”

Dennis stood there for a moment contemplating things before replying. “I’ll see what I can do.” And then he was gone, leaving me to the rest of my lonely evening.

I try reading more of the book about the boy wizard, and as I read about an evil villain that has two faces on his head, I get kinda creeped out. This is a kids book? Yikes! I put it away for now.

I lay back in my little cot and think about escape. If I can get them to give me access to a shower or bath, or some sort of change of clothes, they might have to remove the silver ankle bracelet, which might allow me to escape. They might anticipate that, and have some other way to immobilize me.

How might they immobilize me, I wonder? Drugs? That would certainly be easiest for them. Particularly if they add it to my food or drink. I’m not likely to allow them to just step up and prick me with a needle again, the cowards!

I wonder… if I can somehow detect any sort of drug in my food or drink, could I pretend to eat/drink and have them believe that I am drugged? I could play along, and perhaps find a way to escape.

I had saved the empty potato chip bag from lunch, and snuck it under the thin mattress. So far no one seemed to miss it when Dennis cleared all the trash from my room. I turned my back towards the camera above the door, sat cross legged on the cot, and grabbed the chip bag. I folded it to approximately the same size as the silver shackle, and tried to squeeze it in between the shackle and my ankle.

Ahh… the burning sensation diminished quite a bit, but not completely. I could almost feel my Lycan trying to wake up. Soon, buddy. I’ll figure out how to get us out of here.

Time to sing for a while, I suppose, since I wasn’t all that sleepy. I thought of an old folk song.

“Some bright morning when this life is over,

I’ll fly away

To that home on gods celestial shore,

I’ll fly away, fly away, oh glory, I’ll fly away in the morning

When I die, hallelujah by and by, I’ll fly away

When the shadows of this life have gone

I’ll fly away

Like a bird from these prison walls I’ll fly

I’ll fly away

I’ll fly away, fly away, oh glory, I’ll fly away

In the morning

When I die, hallelujah by and by, I’ll fly away

Oh how glad and happy when we meet

I’ll fly away

No more iron shackles on my feet

I’ll fly away

I’ll fly away, fly away, oh glory, I’ll fly away

In the morning

When I die, hallelujah by and by, I’ll fly away

Just a few more weary days and then

I’ll fly away

To a land where joys will never end

I’ll fly away

I’ll fly away, fly away, oh glory, I’ll fly away

In the morning

When I die hallelujah by and by, I’ll fly away”

Well, that’s probably enough to get them all worried upstairs. Then I decide to go back to songs from the movies my pups watch. I start with a song about the circle of life from a movie about a lion cub. Then I sing another song from the same movie about how the lion cub just can’t wait to be king. That one ought to get the wolves upstairs either confused, worried, or terrified. Assuming they even bother to listen in when there is nobody around for me to converse with. Otherwise it’s bound to be quite a boring job, watching the monitor to see if I pick my nose, or count how many bowel movements I have each day and if I wash my hands properly afterwards.

Then I lay back down on the lumpy little cot, and think about the last time I made love to Amelia. She is so amazing, and I know that I really don’t deserve her. Nor does she love me as much as I love her. The only reason she chose me at all was because that was what the moon goddess wanted for her. Selene knew that I could only ever love Amelia.

Amelia has been given the chance to choose whomever she wanted as her mate, and it humbles me to know that she had that choice, and yet she still chose me over everyone else. And because of that, I will gladly do whatever it takes to make my mate happy. I will let her have as many pups as she wants. I will put up with all of her father’s unreasonable demands. I will buy her whatever her heart desires, clothes, jewelry, gifts, property, anything. I even added in a flower garden in Bull Run our first summer living there, filled with all her favorite flowers with a couple of benches placed in particularly picturesque spots. The following year I built a playground for the pups adjacent to the flower garden so my mate could enjoy the garden and keep an eye on the pups at the same time.

I had built a pretty wonderful life for us together in Bull Run pack. And I’m getting just a little fed up with her father always messing with our otherwise perfect life. If Alexander the Great doesn’t let me out of here soon, and I miss the birth of our newest pups, I will make sure he pays dearly. I even if I have to haunt him as a ghost.