Chapter II

She recalled waking up, in a cold, damp cell. The bars were made of silver, so as a werewolf, she couldn't even touch them without it burning her skin. The cell was dark, and quiet except for the sound of dripping water somewhere off in the distance. It had felt like hours before someone finally came into the dungeon-like prison where she was captive.

"Well, well, well" said a voice, as the man it came from slowly came down the stairs from what appeared to be the only exit to the place.

"Glad to see you're awake" He smirked at her, walking up to the cell.

He was a high ranking wolf, she was pretty sure. Not an Alpha, she thought she would have been able to sense that if he had been, but she thought to herself that he was likely a Beta or a Gamma, one of the Alpha's second or third in command.

The Alphas were the strongest of any pack, the highest and purest bloodlines, a position they were born into. The Beta and Gamma were often chosen by the Alpha from the strongest in their packs, often children of Alphas or Betas.

"Where am I" she had asked, shrinking away from the man who was standing in front of her.

"You were caught trespassing on pack territory. An offence punishable by death" He sneered at her.

"Please" she begged, "I meant no harm. I'm from the Silver Valley Pack" she continued, as her blue eyes began to fill with tears.

"We were attacked, and I ran."

"Interesting" He said, thinking about what she had said.

"So you're a coward then" And again he smirked at her unkindly.

"Yes" she sobbed, "I'm a coward and I ran. Please, can I go home? I need to go back." she asked, raising her eyes to look at him.

"There isn't much to go home to" he said.

"Every pack for a couple of hundred miles has heard about what happened. Seems to have been rogues, but they didn't leave much behind." He stopped and just looked at her for a bit.

"How do we know you aren't a rogue yourself?" he asked.

"Why should I believe that you weren't part of the attack?" This seemed like a stupid question to her.

Rogues had their own smell. There was something missing with the scent of a rogue. The lack of a pack and lack of an Alpha resulted in rogues being easily identified as pack-less. A rogue couldn't easily pretend not to be a rogue.

"You can smell that I'm not a rogue" she responded, fear beginning to take over her.

This man would have to have known that she wasn't a rogue, by her scent alone. But having found her on his territory and putting her into a cell, she began to fear she might not be allowed to leave.

"That may be so" he said, "but I don't think going back to Silver Valley is a good idea for you."

"Why not?" she asked.

"Well, they're going to end up going through a restructuring, since the Alpha and Luna were killed, and there doesn't appear to have been a son to take over the title of Alpha for the pack. So, it'll probably be a messy to-do until they get themselves organized. No place for a cowardly little Omega like yourself."

At the mention of the death of the Alpha and Luna, she burst into tears and uncontrolled sobs. Her parents were dead, and she had done nothing to help. Binna was probably dead, and much of the pack was also likely dead. And with the death of the Alpha, the mind-link was severed. She couldn't even communicate with anyone in the pack. She was completely alone, a prisoner, miles away from home and everything she knew.

"Rest up" he had then said to her.

"We'll let you know when we decide what to do with you." And with that, he walked back up the stairs and out the door.

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