Ates POV


    “Grayson.


    In the dizzy fatigue state I was in all I knew was I wanted him. Where’s Grayson? Thest thing I


    remember was ck


    boots in the snow.


    After that, it was an awful state of incoherence like I’d had too much to drink or I’d taken the wrong


    medication. My whole world felt distorted and my b*dy felt off.


    I don’t remember the trip to where I am now, I don’t remember what day it was, no matter how hard I


    tried to keep track. Sometimes when I opened my eyes it felt like twenty minutes had passed,


    sometimes it felt like months had. passed.


    I was living in a gray barren world and I was entirely alone. For the first time ever.


    Seraphim was gone in the murky woods that now covered my thoughts; she was nowhere to be found


    and whenever I got with it enough to try and figure out where I was and see what I could, someone


    woulde in.


    I could never see their face but they’d stick me with the needle and I’d go back to sleep. To the pitch


    ck that I now dreamed, I couldn’t escape my life even then.


    One face kepting back to me blonde hair green eyesing close to me as if to suffocate me.


    Always whispering my name to me calling to me.


    More often than not when I awoke I’d get sick throwing up something but I don’t remember eating. I’d


    get the shakes


    and huddle under some nkets.


    After what I think were days of this I realized that my leg was bound by a silver chain. In and out of


    sleep 1 kept forgetting that I’d discovered that and then I’d remember and then I’d remember just how


    many times that’d happened.


    I started by counting trying to count the seconds before I’d fall asleep again then I’d make sure the sun


    was up before I’d sleep. When I’d wake up and the sun was up I decided that it was the same day.


    I’d search my mind for my wolf running around in the woods for her lost in a wilderness of my design.


    No matter how hard I called for her she wouldn’t answer. Why wouldn’t she answer?


    I kept my thoughts away from that bundle of cloth I’d sent off. If I thought of it I’d probably die from the


    pain. I couldn’t bear what had happened so I forced myself to keep informed like nothing had


    happened.


    If I didn’t acknowledge it, whatever other horrid that had happened would never meet my eyes and I


    could somehow


    survive this.


    I would open my eyes and count the seconds trying to regain my mind from whatever drug had taken


    over it. I would force myself to write down in my head that the sun was up before I was dragged back


    into the abyss of obsidian and


    solitude.


    “I’ve got a friend. Ate,” the green eyes told me. “This will all be over soon and your ex–husband


    won’t be able to stop it,”


    Grayson. Grayson. I called for him but without Seraphine, I couldn’t see him I stood there shouting no


    one answering- trying to picture him trying to find him. Had he forgotten me?


    “How long had I been gone?


    It couldn’t have been long it couldn’t have been long.


    “Grayson.


    He’d find me, he wouldn’t give up. He’d find me, he’d bring me home.


    I’d retreat into the gray trees and swamp floor of my head and search for Seraphine. She’d show me


    how to get home. I just had to find her.


    The green eyes came back to me calling my name and telling me how beautiful I was. I didn’t want to


    be beautiful I wanted my husband. Where was my husband?


    After what felt like an eternity of this I opened my eyes and was able to stay awake.


    I looked around, a cinderblock cell greeted my eyes. Silver bars faced me and a cold concrete floor.


    But instead of an empty prison cell, I wasying on a soft bed. If not the softest bed I’d everid on. I


    looked over it and an ornateforterid over me and I was on a normal bed for sure.


    I turned and surveyed the room now that my head had gathered itself. A screen hid a w foot tub and


    a toilet. A vanity wasid on the other side and a dresser.


    “What?” I hissed. I couldn’t understand what was going on.


    A stinging sensation hit me from my ankle and I whipped off the nkets. Sure enough, a silver


    shackle was clenched around my ankle.


    “Ahhhh,” I growled grabbing it and bracing the pain of touching it trying and failing horribly to get the


    wretched thing


    off.


    “I wouldn’t do that,” a voice came to me. I don’t know who it belonged to and anky man with a mop of


    brown hair and rectangle sses stood on the other side of the bars. “He’ll make me give you another


    shot if the first thing you do


    is fight,”


    “Who?” I let go of the shackle and stared at him.


    “Who do you think?” He walked off.


    No! I wanted about no don’t leave me alone. I wanted to know where I was and who was holding me. I


    knew it was our enemy but I didn’t know his name. Grayson only told me of the father but he’d been


    decapitated.


    “Was this the son?


    “Was he that stupid?


    Grayson. I wanted to see him now more than ever. I was with it enough to know it couldn’t have been


    that long. Had my n worked?


    I stumbled then almost let out a sob. Don’t do that, I told myself. Don’t let it in. Stay in control. I ordered


    myself.


    I would lose any and all rationally if I let into that thought.


    I got up stumbling a bit. The man in the sses sprinted back over from his hiding spot


    “No, no take it slow!” He shouted at me.


    I red at him as I steadied myself. I didn’t care about any punishment I wanted to figure some things


    out.


    Everything in here was nice which meant they wanted me to feelfortable but the chain and the


    silver bars let me


    know where I stood in reality.


    *I mean it you need rest,” he insisted sounding very frustrated and at the same time terrified.


    “I’ve had enough rest,” I shot back at him.


    He didn’t seem the type to be a viin. In fact I felt almost bad for him he was trying to put on a very


    brave face but it


    was not working.


    “You will get another shot,” he whined at me. He sounded as if I was about to get in trouble with my


    mother.


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    I looked up at the window judging if I could reach it or not I don’t think I could in this state. I looked at


    the vanity and went thought it. Only a brush nothing actually useful to get out of here.


    “Ate,” a voice came from behind me.


    I stoped in my tracks, I knew that voice. Green eyes. I turned slowly.


    “It’s not very nice to not listen to poor Simon. He is just trying to help you,” he was staring at me as if


    we knew each other. He was not being friendly in any means every word was a threat.


    He let out a long sigh and started waking away. “It’s a shame,” he called back to me. “You had only just


    woke up,”


    Simon hung his head before disappearing around the corner and returning with that goddess–awful


    needle.


    “I did warn you,” he looked at me sorrowfully.


    I would have been able to overpower him before. I went to grab his tiny wrist but he just turned me and


    before I could bargain with him he stuck me and the world went ck again.