Reject (mxm)

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Ciaran

as you probably guessed, reject is coming to a close soon. to thank all of you who've been with ruari and ciaran on their journey i'm opening the comment box and my inbox to suggestions for side stories after the book comes to a close.

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Silver... They've been poisoning me with the damned stuff since monkshood doesn't seem to affect me for very long.

From the moment they've captured me I've been in a constant state of hallucination, unable to tell which way was right or left, down or up. My strength has been sapped rendering my limbs useless. They've been dulling my senses since I've already killed five of my guards. Two the first time I woke up and found myself held captive on this godforsaken place and another three when the effect of the monkshood they injected in my system wore off before they could administer more.

My injuries from the raid have yet to heal. The silver lacing the potion they've been drugging me with is hindering my body's innate ability to heal itself. I've been suffering from high temperature and severe headache aside from delusions. I guess this is what dying feel like, slow and torturous.

My captors have been sending someone to tend to my wounds and administer the potion that's keeping me benign. If I play my cards right I could use that as an opportunity to escape this hellhole.

They've been cautious for the first couple of days administering the drug every four hours, not wanting to take a chance that I might counter its effect sooner and have the chance to kill them all. But for the past two days they've been a bit lax because I've been silent and cooperative. I grit my teeth and pretend, made sure to conserve my strength and bid my time.

To my count there's probably five or more guards outside my cell but I can't be sure since I have to rely on my hearing rather than my sight. And from the sound of hushed voices and booted feet patrolling the premise, I counted five. I should double or halve that number but to be sure I'd wait until effects of the silver to properly wear off.

I haven't seen the collector or Gideon Loch since I arrived here. And I think the banished members of my pack are making it their duty to stay well away from me. It suits me just fine. I don't want any reminders of how low they've fallen. But I'd have to see the masterminds of this operation eventually otherwise my capture would have been in vain.

The familiar sound of metal keys rubbing against each other and a steel door being pushed opened echoed through the empty space. Light flickered and I remained still, sprawled on the floor, listening. Waiting.

"We have to move him soon master," a familiar voice said. I clenched my fists and willed myself not to move. Gideon Loch was on the other side of my cell talking to the person who'd killed hundreds to collect people he has no right collecting. "I've made preparations for his transport and if we double the amount of drug he's having he'd pose no threat while we move him."

"Double!" A woman's voice exclaimed. "A single shot of silver laced potion is too much already, if he'd been a regular wolf he'd be dead by now. Doubling the dosage would have irreversible effects on him. Unless you're planning to kill him then I suggest you think of other means to keep him senseless."