Chapter Nine

‘Mr. Perry-‘
’Please Kirsty call me Thomas,’ his back was too her,
’whatever, where’s my Beta?’ she couldn’t bring herself to say her friend, her pack sisters, name. she simply stared at the back of Perry, right in the middle of his back, imagining she could shove her hand through his ribcage and tare his cold black heart out. She gritted her teeth and as she did she saw Perry glance to Wayne, the fairly cute blond haired doctor, then to the two armed guards at the door, ‘I’ll ask again Thomas. Where the hell is my Beta?’
’She’s safe, she’s just busy at this particular moment in time,’ Perry replied, busying himself with something or other. Ludi had been missing from Kirsty’s sight and mind since they bough them out that morning. Luce was sat, bound, with a guard, in the right corner behind Kirsty. Where as Luce and herself had been taken right, Ludi had been literally dragged left. Now they sat in a rather large metal enclosed room with two evil men as far as they where concerned and paid muscle at the door or guarding them. Kirsty shuffled a bit in her seat, straining her arms against eh leather and metal binds that where around them. They weren’t treated like prisoners. Their rooms where perfectly nice, bar the big glass see-through wall at the front. They where fed good food. Meat mostly. But still it was good for them. They only time they where flanked by guards where when they moved from room to room, or where talking to Perry and Wayne.
Kirsty turned to look at Luce and they both nodded, too quickly for Luce’s guard to notice, mainly because he was talking to one of the guards at the door.
‘Divert his attention, I’m going to try something,’ Kirsty whispered, far too low for anyone but a possessor of wolf hearing could hear. Luce nodded again and stamped hard on her guards foot. He yelled out and both Perry and Wayne and the two guards at the door span around, stopped talking to stare at Luce who was now laughing manically,
‘Your-your faces, oh god I’m gonna tear your faces off!’ she lunged forward, taking her chair with her, the left binding on her right wrist tearing off. Kirsty, mean while, was squeezing her eyes shut and concentrating as hard as she could. She pushed her mind forward, through the metal walls, through the other inmate’s minds to try and find Ludi’s.
It only took her a few moments to feel that familiar ache of Ludi’s mind. So crammed full of emotions and memories. Just there sat in her head. Kirsty felt the throbbing at the base of her skull, but that had never been there before, she pushed a littler harder, almost there –
‘Are you alright miss?’ Perry was bending towards her, giving Kirsty a good long clear line of flesh to possibly sink her teeth into at his neck,
‘Erm..Yeah I’m fine. Could you give me a minute?’ she said, pulling herself backwards, sitting up properly. Perry frowned, standing up properly and straightening his horribly brown tie.
‘Walter, Herse, take these two back tot heir cel – rooms,’ the two guards from the door came forward, unbuckled Kirsty’s wrists, and hauled her upwards. Looking around, Kirsty noticed that Wayne was missing from the room.
Looking back at Luce she saw her sister Alpha grinning broadly.

The metal was cold on her skin as they clamped the thick handcuffs around her wrists. Interesting, she thought. It was Luce who attacked a guard and Dr. Wayne, but it was she who was getting the punishment for it. Probably because she was the top dog, they though, these people are really really stupid, Kirsty though, flopping down onto the camp bed in her cell, no wait her room. She stared blankly at the see through wall, straight into the large dark eyes of the male who had the cell opposite hers. He was lent right against his glass wall, staring either at her, or the dent she’d made in the wall behind her. She watched him as he hardly moved. Dark hair, and eyes, a fairly hansom face, well built, dressed in back trousers and a white t-shirt. His shoes, if he had any, where none existent.
‘What?’ she hissed and he grinned,
‘I’m Leon,’ he said, flicking a hand through his hair and standing up with out help from the glass wall,
‘Good for you,’ she snapped back, flexing her hands and lifting her wrists to look at the metal handcuffs they had fitted her with. There was a length of rather stretchy rubber in-between her cuffs, she stretched it a little, and then as far as she could, to see if it would snap. On the third try and her hands colliding together with such force it began to throb she gave up and lay back,
‘No good is it little wolf. It’s indestructible and if you get to close to someone else wearing the same thing it will let off an electric charge,’ the werewolf across from her said and Kirsty sat up momentarily, frowned then lay down,
‘What do you care?’
‘You’re an Alpha,’ he whispered and she sat up again,
‘What?!’
‘I can feel it, I’m nothing, a minor, a mutt, what ever, but you have power. There’s another werewolf in this place. Like your friend, the one who ain’t been back for two days. A werewolf with power. Witch power,’
‘Ludi doesn’t have witch power or what ever. You must be high!’ Kirsty said, getting up and strolling to the glass wall,
‘What am I supposed to get high on? The toilet paper?’ he laughed then cleared his throat with a loud cough, ‘Now Butler knows you’re a Alpha, says he knows you and everything. He said you could get us outa here,’
‘Hang on hand on, did you say Butler?’ the door at the end of the hall, to Kirsty’s right, hissed open and Perry, two guards and a man Kirsty knew by sight, stepped through. The man, bound and beaten was Butler. Her first Alpha.

New York – several years ago.

The train carriage rattled as another went zooming past and Kirsty gripped the edge of her metal seat, clutching her eyes shut. She still wasn’t used to this sort of transports. Wetting her lips with her tongue she tugged her jacket close around her neck and watched the other passengers of her train. She didn’t know four of them, then there was Butler, who sat next to her. He was about a head taller then her, with an American footballer built body. Wide shoulders, thick waist, strong running legs, oh and that little fact that he was a Werewolf Alpha. His head was shaven, well shaven as best as you could with a curved rather gothic knife he always kept tucked along the small of his back. Kirsty stared up at him and swallowed. She was scared of him. Fair play, this guy could crush her. She’d been what she was for about 2 years and had been a mutt for all of that.
Another train zoomed past and she jumped again,
‘Jesus kid,’ he muttered, frowning down at her with his yellow eyes. She shrugged and looked at her booted feet. Someone moved down the train and sat down opposite them. Kirsty looked up to stare into an equally young face.
‘Your on my turf James,’ the young woman said and Butler, James, what ever smirked.
‘I’m on your turf, but I’m passing through,’ the woman, girl, female who spoke was fairly short. Shorter then Kirsty by far, but she looked and felt like she could take Butler on. Plus she seemed to know his first name. Then her eyes turned to Kirsty, who looked away almost instantly. This woman felt like and Alpha, she just gave off the air of being powerful.
Kirsty had always been able to do that. Always been able to feel another Werewolf’s aura, always been able to know what people where before she even spoke to them, just by thinking about it, wondering what they where, then she’d feel their power beating around her, thick like a sticky heat pressed to her flesh. Kirsty shuddered, ‘who’s this James?’ the woman asked and Kirsty looked up through her red hair,
‘A new wolf Luce,’ Butler replied and the woman nodded, holding out her hand to Kirsty,
‘I’m Luce, pleased to meet you,’ she smiled broadly and Kirsty lent forward, taking hold of the woman’s hand and gripping it. Almost instantly she was pulled upwards, span around and had something cold and sharp pressed to the soft flesh of her neck, ‘James don’t come into my turf again? Understand,’ Kirsty blinked rapidly. Trying to think of an escape. She swallowed and what ever was pressed to her neck tightened against her flesh. Swallowing lightly again, Kirsty pulled at the attackers arm and span out of her grasp. She pulled back her fist and smashed it into the other woman’s face,
‘Don’t do that,’ she gritted through her teeth, staring at Luce who was now pressed against the metal train seating. The other woman’s face suddenly broke into a smile and she laughed, getting up and strolling down the train.
‘Well that went well,’ Butler muttered.

Now – The Compound

‘Butler?’ Kirsty gasped, and scrabbled up to her glass wall. She watched the guards drag him forward; his feet dragging underneath him, then throw him into his cell, room. She bit her lip and glared at Perry as he watched her,
‘Might have some company soon,’ he said smiling broadly. Then he turned on his heal and headed out,
‘What do you suppose he meant by that?’ Leon said, lowering himself to the floor and sitting down, cross legged. Kirsty shrugged and copied, staring, still, at Butler cell. The large man groaned and rolled onto his back, rubbed his forehead, then heaved himself up to sitting,
‘Hi butler,’ Kirsty said. Well she more shouted it as the glass walls where fairly thick. She waved at him, lifting both hands to do so because of the metal cuffs. He stared at her for a second then his beaten face smiled slowly,
‘You look different. And feel different. Alpha,’ he said, leaning against the edge of his camp bed. The doors hissed again and Perry returned, followed by his usually convoy of soldiers and this time with Ludi and another nameless person. Two soldiers broke off and showed a very silent Ludi into her room, cell thing. Then Perry grinned at her again,
‘How did you find us?’
‘Oh I’d thank a little black wolf for that information,’ he grinned and turned away. Nathaniel, she thought.