Snarls of fury

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Hera watched as Knox moved close to the window before he gingerly reached out and touched it.

“Ow!” He yelled and Hera was shocked as his hand slowly began to turn red. “Silver!” Knox growled in an animalistic voice that Hera had never heard him use.

“The damn door was reinforced with silver!” He hissed in pain, favoring his reddened arm.

Asha had a thoughtful expression on her face. “The fact that the prisoner reacted to silver means—”

“She's transitioning into a full werewolf.” Knox finished Asha's sentence and she glared at him.

Hera really hated all this talk about her transitioning into a werewolf. It really put her ill at ease but deep down, she knew it was true. No normal human could lift that couch over their heads all by themselves.

“Why does silver burn werewolves?” Hera asked, completely confused about that part.

“Because silver is our weakness. It has always been for centuries.” Knox replied and Hera nodded.

“Hey! What the hell is wrong with you?” Asha hit Knox on the head. “You cannot go around divulging werewolf secrets to a human!”

“Hey! Why are you hitting me when I'm already in pain?!” Knox yelled, his eyes flashing and Hera couldn't understand why these two powerful werewolves bickered like human siblings.

“In case you didn’t notice, she's no longer human. She's becoming one of us.” Knox continued and Asha looked at Hera with an unreadable expression.

“I don't know what she is but she's not one of us,” Asha said in a hardened tone and Hera sighed. She didn't want to be one of them either but it kind of stung the way Asha said it.

“Besides,” Asha continued. “She is still the king's prisoner and we don't know what he'll do to her later.”

“Fine,” Knox replied, sulkily. “If you notice anything else, call for me. Do you understand?” He said, still favoring his arm which had not healed and Hera nodded.

She wondered why his injury had not healed when hers took like a millisecond to heal. She shrugged. Maybe it wasn't that easy because the burn was caused by silver. Silver was lethal to werewolves according to them.

“Alright, let's go, Knox. We're done here.” Asha said, dragging Knox roughly by his injured hand. The duo opened the door and as they stepped out to leave, Knox glanced at Hera with an unreadable expression on his face.

“You said you were attacked by three werewolves?” He asked.

Hera was slightly taken aback by the sudden question but she answered regardless. “Yes, I was.”

“Do you remember what they looked like?” Asha chipped in and Hera shook her head, wondering why they seemed so interested. Maybe they finally believed her and they were going to help her find those bloody werewolves.

“Not really. All I remember was that they were huge and they had black fur.”

“Alright,” Asha said, giving her a once over and her nose wrinkled in disgust. “You look like s**t. You might want to do something about all that,” She gestured at Hera's disheveled appearance.

“The king could drop by at any time and he wouldn't be too pleased seeing you looking like a freaking cave woman.”

Hera glared at the werewolves, finding the whole situation outrageous. Why should she have to dress up for that ridiculous king?

“But I am his prisoner. Why should he care what I look like?”

“Do you want to end up in the dungeons?” Asha asked and Hera shuddered. The thought of going back to that horrible place made her skin crawl.

“Of course not.” She answered.

“Good. Now, do as I say.” Asha commanded and the two werewolves left.

A couple of new guards had been stationed at the doorway and they locked the door instantly and the guard she knocked out earlier was nowhere to be found. She wondered where he was and if he was okay.

Hera stubbornly sat on the couch and even though the thought of the king stopping by made her heart race, she wasn't going to dress up for him. Why would she dress up for the same man who kept her locked up in this chamber?

She would admit that the chamber was a nice upgrade from the dungeons and maybe a part of her was grateful that he sent her up here and not back there. She shook her head in disbelief.

What the hell was she thinking? She had nothing to be grateful for. The King didn't do anything for her. She made her way to the bathroom to empty her bowels and she slowly passed by a mirror. She went back and took a peek at her reflection, cringing horribly at the sight.

She indeed looked like a cave woman and she smelled like one too. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad if she at least took a shower. Just a shower and nothing else. She was doing it for herself after all.

She emptied her bowels and hopped into the shower, taking a long, warm bath. She scrubbed her hair and her body till it shone then she washed her mouth. After she was done, she hopped out of the shower and stared at her dress.

It was filthy and she didn’t think it would be a good idea to wear it again. She wrapped her bath towel tightly around her body and went in search of some clothes. She was only going to change her dress and that was it.

She wasn't getting dressed up for the king. Not in the slightest. She found one of the rooms in the chamber and opened a closet. A gasp escaped her lips as her eyes landed on the array of dresses in the closet.

Dresses of every type and color you could ever think of were there and Hera couldn't believe her eyes. She slipped on the simplest dress she could find and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She looked nice but she still looked a little plain.

Maybe that was why the King did not take her seriously. Because she looked plain and dirty. Maybe if she looked regal and well put-together, he would listen to her and set her free.