The Emergence Of The Wolf - Completed

6. The Path

"Follow me," said Mr. Jules.

Something snapped inside of me. They tortured me last night. They did tests on me and finally burned my neck with some marks.

"I am done!" I yelled, "I don't want to be pushed around anymore like some sort of animal or enslaved person. I will not be following your orders. You might as well kill me. I don't care, as I am unwilling to live my life like that." I thought I would be crying, but my eyes had dried out.

I felt a rage that I never thought I could handle. The anger gave me power, and I did something I could not imagine doing. I jumped on Mr. Jules and tried to get to his throat. Something strange was also flashing in my mind. I didn't just want to choke him. I tried to put my teeth into his throat. I wanted to see his blood flow. I wanted to hear him scream.

I felt a pinch in my neck, and the world went black.

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Mr. Jule's POV

The girl jumped for my throat. How naive, as if she would be able to hurt me. The guard reacted too soon and knocked her out. That is not how you teach a new puppy her lessons.

She does remind me of her. Such a long time ago. It seems like it was all a different life. Oh, the forgotten secrets. Am I going soft because of the resemblance? Should I have gotten rid of this girl immediately?

I didn't think she could have this in her. How unfortunate and just bad timing. I want everything to go perfectly for the hearing. I always look impeccable, and nothing or no one will change this.

The Elders do not like to wait nor see the Wolf enraged. I need to have her under control.

"Bring her to the car." I told the guards. "And call Jakob to meet me at the Palace immediately."

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Sabrina's POV

I was back in the cage with the Wolf again. I was trying to get my thoughts together this time. I attacked Mr. Jules, and then they must have knocked me out. So am I dreaming?

"You are not dreaming but rather taking the journey." I heard, but no one was talking. I was still feeling feisty. What is this voice? Who are you?

"We need to reconnect so I can explain." The voice said as he was tuned to my thoughts. "I can feel that our kind is so close. You should be patient."

How can I be patient after everything I went through and possibly death or imprisonment and torture?

Suddenly, I felt a calming wave run over me.

I opened my eyes. Something warm was on my hand. I felt tingles starting at my fingertips and running through my whole body. I looked around. I was in Mr. Jules's car, sitting next to the stranger with long dark hair, a black beard, and bushy eyebrows. He was also holding my hand. I instinctively pulled it out.

The newcomer didn't stink, or maybe I had lost the sense of it at this point after spending so much time soaking it up in the cage. I felt my agitated mind calming down for unknown reasons. I had never seen him before, but something about his dark, almost black eyes seemed familiar.

He looked very different from all the captors I had dealt with so far. I don't want to lie; he was also attractive. I don't understand how my mind even went there in this situation.

Mr. Jules turned around and told me: "I am taking you to see important people. If you want to live, you must be a good girl, do everything I say, and be very obedient."

I remembered how I tried to go for his throat and was surprised I wasn't in severe pain.

"You are not allowed to speak in the Elders' presence. You are not allowed gestures except for nodding your head yes or no. Those gestures are only allowed unless you are directly addressed by the Elder. There can be no incidents unless you want to die an excruciating death."

I had confused thoughts running through my mind. Just a moment ago, I didn't want to continue on this passage of submission that was leading me down this terrible path.

I opened my mouth to say I was done following orders, but nothing came out. I tried again - nothing. So, I grabbed my throat and felt the instant jolt from the collar. I let go of it.

"I told you are not allowed to speak," said Mr. Jules.

I kept trying to say something, but it was useless.

"Stop unless you want more pain," Mr. Jules was barely looking at me. His attention was now on the other man.

"Jakob, you will help me take her to the Palace of Justice," he told him.

The stranger didn't reply but nodded and took my hand. The strange tingles returned. I gave up on my voice and followed him out of the car. I didn't resist him.

I had never met these men before, and nothing made sense. I just followed him deep in my own thoughts, trying to understand what was happening, but my mind was playing tricks on me. I only felt the urge to do exactly what the new man wanted me to do for no reason. The tingles were running through me, specifically circling my lower stomach.

The bright light hit my face as we stepped out of the car. It was daylight. The warm sun touched my skin, and the smells of trees and grass hit my nostrils. Is this my last day on this beautiful earth?

We climbed up the wide set of gorgeous marble stairs that could have held a procession. On each side of the stairs were bronze statues depicting men fighting giant wolves. Each one of them showed men choking wolves. A few bronze men had their mouths on the wolves' necks, which looked like they were biting them.

A few other people were going up and down the stairs, all dressed in suits, primarily men. Could they help me? I doubt that as their putrid smell was reaching me.

Mr. Jules walked up the stairs in front of us without even checking on us. We were approaching some historical white building that had giant marble columns in front of it and a triangle roof.

We passed through multiple doors and the vast round hall with a shiny black and white marble floor surrounded by round marble columns. We kept walking and entered another room.

The vast room had a resemblance to the courtrooms I saw on TV. The difference was that there were three podiums for the judges instead of one and no jury box.

However, the most significant difference that stood out to me was around a human-sized cage with a rounded top like a birdcage. No surprise, I was taken directly to it.

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