Chapter Nineteen – Wolfsbane

Wolfsbane. Silver. The only thing that could knock out a wolf... and kill a wolf other than silver or the usual burnt to death, or beheading. But they'd only put in enough wolfsbane and silver in to knock me out. I only hoped that it was the same for the others. Which was a good point, where were the others?

Blinking my eyes open, silver met my eyes. Silver bars. And many of them. Pushing upself up, I saw that I was in a silver cage with a weak dog thin matress to lay on so that I wasn't touching the silver base. How nice of them. Not. Looking beyond the silver cage, I saw nothing. No other pack members, no Godric or Raziela. All I heard was the sound of an engine and the feel of a rocky road.

Looking to where I thought the back was, I saw that they'd blacked out the windows – if there had been any. Looking to the opposite end, I saw a slash of silver agaisnt the black interior, a door handle? Was I in a van or a mini-lorry? Shuffling in the confined space, I wished to be back in the minibus. At least there I knew where I was heading, who I was with.

I growled as I saw the slash of silver move downwards, signalling that the door was about to be opened. A female stepped in, closing the door behind her. Wavy blonde hair, deep blank eyes and a long neck, she was dressed as though she was about to go shopping with friends. Jeans, dark shirt, leather jacket, and gloves.

Moving in front of the cage I was in, she crouched and looked me over. Her eyes paused on the mark on my neck, frowning, she scented the air. "Who is your mate, shewolf?" she asked in nothing more than a whispher.

"Darius. Darius Kilt," I replied. Either way, whether I told her or not, I figured that my fate was going to be the same. Death. And soon if the speed of the van was anything to go by. Might as well let them know who will kill them.

But then the wolf did something that surprised me more than anything else. She nodded and said, "Luna, I am Azriel."

"Az– Azriel? From Darius'..." what exactly do you call them? "pack?" Wait, I thought suddenly. Azriel was female?

She nodded again. Standing the female went to leave the room. "I will be back in a moment." Then she left the room.

I sat quietly, staring at the dash of silver, what was she doing? And had she called me Luna? I yelped suddenly, as the van was slammed onto the breaks, throwing me into the silver bars. The burning was like acid sizzling my skin. Screaming as instinct pulled me away once the van was stopped. My wolf begged me to shift to attack. But shifting to wolf would get me no where, and the cage was too small for my half-form. Gripping my hands that I'd used to avoid anything else touching the bars, I felt tears build at the pain as I bit my lip.

Where humans pour acid, wolves touch silver. The problem was more the point that silver was everywhere, and acid wasn't, which stucked like hell. Everywhere we went we had to be careful. Of course it sucked even more that I couldn't touch white gold either, but white gold wasn't as easy to find as silver.

I was sure that it felt worse because of the wolfsbane and silver already in my system. It felt as though, instead of sticking to my hands, it was spreading up my arms, biting, tinglingly numb, like a thousand ants marching and biting in my viens.

I wasn't sure how long it had been, five minutes, ten? Fifteen? Maybe even twenty minutes past, but once they did, the back doors opened and daylight poured in. I watched as Azriel climbed back into the back, she glanced from my face to my hands before opening the cage with a pair of silver keys. But she remained unharmed thanks to her gloves.

I scrambled out ungraciously as I avoided touching the doorways or using my hands to help me. Azriel helped me stand, and it was only now that I was out of the silver cage that I scensed that she was an Omega. "Who are you?" I choaked out.

Her eyes, I realised, were a midnight blue with a touch of light brown in the mix, it was like they had attempted to turn a dark purple, but gave up moments before. "I am Azriel. But if you mean why am I here and not with Darius and the rest, the answer of who I am is simple. I am... I suppose the easiest way to explain would be that I am a Spy."

"But why help me? If you're a spy, aren't you supposed to be undercover? Helping them?"

She gave me a blank look as she titled her head slightly. "You are Darius' mate. I fear him more than I fear Kalb Flow. And my first priority is to make sure that they do not have you."

I nodded as though it all made sense, but honestly, it didn't, I just wanted something other than the pain to focus on.

"Now come on, we need to leave. Unless you want to be a lamb in wolfs clothing."

Staggering after her, I had to fall ungracefully into a sitting position at the edge of the van and hop, wiggle then jump off the van to stand on the ground outside. The moment my feet touched the ground, pain sparked up my feet like firey fingers clawing up before being dragged back down. I pulled fresh air into my lungs, but it only managed to make me feel dizzy.

Moving forward, I found the passenger door of another car open and dead bodies spread around it. Climbing in as I saw Azriel focusing on something in the boot and no other car in sight, I carefully, all the while gritting my teeth, closed the door. I glared at the seatbelt that mocked me, turning away to face out the front. I looked to the driver seat as the car tilted with additional weight as Azriel climbed in. I stared at the red box with a white cross she was offering me.

"Um..." I gestured my burned hands.

She gave me an irritated look but opened the box. I realised, as I looked at the contents, that it wasn't a human first aid box, but a werewolf first aid box. She picked up a pot that had light green goo inside, opening up, we both wrinkled our noses–

"What the bloody hell is that stench!?"

I whipped around to see a male laying on the back seat. Who on earth was that? "Is he a spy too?" I asked Azriel.

"No," she replied as she pulled on a plastic glove. "That's my mate. And," she continued talking to her apparent mate. "The stench you smell is burnt flesh and wolfsbane."

Suddenly the car jerked. "What the hell, Azriel!? Why am I tied up? What are you doing helping her!?" the wolf in back growled angrily at his mate as he jerked again. Looking at him more, I saw that he had blonde-brown honey hair and blue-green eyes. And he was tied at the wrists and ankles with cloth and silver.

"Long story," Azriel replied, yanking me at the wrist to turn me back to her. "But to put it simply. I work for Darius. And this is his mate."

It took five minutes for her to rub then wrap my hands. It was only after that she told me it was wolfsbane that she'd just rubbed on my hands, but it did make sense as wolfsbane was actually a healing item as well as a poison. Once my hands were wrapped – and my head started spinning – Azriel climbed out the car, opened the back door and knocked her mate out by punching him just right.

After that, like we'd had a day at the beach, she closed the doors, got in the driver seat and drove away with a chuckle. "He's going to want to kick my ass when he wakes up."

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