Chapter 35|F*ck 'Em All To Hell.

It was like a 'the calm before the storm' situation but in her case the calm came after the storm.

The brown snarling wolf and her equally enraged partner ambushed her. The wolf shifted in an instant, her furs giving way to naked human flesh which was quickly replaced by a tank top and shorts.

Arianna held Isabelle's chin in her hand, tilted it sideways and threw spit on her cheeks.

"You fucking deceitful bitch. I'm killing you with my bare hands." She growled into Isabelle's face. Her canines protruding with the violent thirst for blood. Her whole form was shaking violently with rage.

Her partner, Logan strode towards the two and easily unhooked Arianna's hands from Isabelle's neck, saving the latter from the choke-hold the former had on her.

"The Elders want her alive. You don't want their wrath or the Alpha's do you?" Logan asked clutching Isabelle's arm in his grasp trying to ring some sense into the woman who could see nothing but red in her eyes.

"What's happening?" Isabelle asked in confusion. Her eyes darted from the man to the woman who threatened to kill her, was still threatening to from the look in her eyes. Her head ached from the anxiety and worries her thoughts forced on her.

She was already exhausted from the whole predicament as it was already without having more to add on top of it.

"You'll only speak when you're told to, you bitch." Arianna spat once more coming closer and covering Isabelle's nose with a tissue that rendered her unconscious. She fell limp in Logan's waiting arms before the couple alerted the other troops on their success and walked away with their captive within the cage of Logan's arms.

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"Well done Arianna , Logan, you did well. John come forward." Adrianno Dimitri, the oldest Elder verbalized moving around the room towards where Isabelle was left sprawled on the floor.

"Wake the girl up." He added as John walked forward with a glass of water in his grasp. The water got tossed on Isabelle's face making her jolt awake from the unexpected shock instantly, trembling from the cold that suddenly seemed to seep into her skin.

Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of over five pairs of eyes staring down at her with vengeance, hatred and lust for blood in their gazes.

"Raise the slut up. I want to see the eyes of a treacherous person when I'm talking to him." Viktor Ives stepped forward, inching closer to Isabelle who shrunk back, her eyes shut close impulsively at his close proximity and the feel of his breath fanning her face directly.

"Who did you betray us to by giving out confidential details about our Pack? Who the fuck sent you here?" He growled menacingly, his left hand clutching her chin in a tight and painful grip. "Tell me."

She shook her head restlessly and got a slap on the face as a reward.

He interpreted her action as a deliberate refusal to speak. An implied bravery to patronize her benefactor.

She, however shook her head only because she was ignorant of what he was talking about and with his grip on her chin there was no way she could speak at all.


Isabelle's P O V

The grey eyed man fisted my hair in a painful grip that I felt all the way to my scalp and raised my head to meet his gaze forcefully. It wasn't defiance that made me stare right into his orbs, it was something else entirely. I might be shaking with fear, knowing I had no protection from the lot but there was no way I was letting myself quiver and tremble when I knew I wasn't guilty of the sin and accusation tossed on me.

"Speak or I'll make you pay before you meet the wrath of every man in this room." He sneered with a silvery glint to his narrowed gaze.

Another man who looked calmer than the one torturing me held the grey eyed one in a consoling gesture and shook me off the hold he had on me. He led me to a table and that was when I noticed the chains circled around my feet, cuffing them close to avoid my escape. They clattered as we walked until I was left to sit on one of the chairs.

The first question blew me off my feet. It sent me reeling as the implication of their words fully settled into my brain.

"Who did you betray us to?" The man asked with his hands clasped together on the table. He looked every inch the part of a man interrogating an offender.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I managed to speak despite the pain raging in my jaw from the torture it was subjected to.

"You know exactly what we're talking about. We've never had an insider betray us, we have confidence in our Pack members. It can't be a coincidence that the first time we get an outsider we don't trust and have not a clue of who and where she is from and the first time we get attacked from a source only pack members are aware of just happened to coincide. We're not the best in what we do for nothing girl."

I shut my eyes close as the reason for my assault dawned on me. They thought I was the betrayer behind the attack. They thought I planned it.

"I did nothing." I stood my frail wobbling ground.

"Liar!" One of the men snarled from his seat, his hand went down hard on the table.

Despite the physical and mental pain I was feeling, a single tear could not escape my buds. There was no way I could let them think me a weakling.

"You came to our home unannounced, caused a strife or two among us, made us hyper-aware of your every movement to grasp and comprehend your motive for being here. Nobody understands you. There can't be no other reason apart from the fact that you are an imposter sent to befriend, then misguide and have us attacked without our best Sentinels and Scouts seeing it coming," The oldest looking man in the room spoke in a convincing manner. I couldn't tell if he was convincing me or himself or every other person around. But it seemed like it was an all three in one condition.

"Now you don't need to deny my words, tell us the truth or we make you speak through other means." He added the last part with a narrow glare.

"I don't know anything about..." A ferocious growl stopped me from speaking as one of the men shifted right in front of me. His wolf was large and grey, his eyes were feral as they stared at me with a predatory gaze.

I swallowed a huge lump of bitterness and anguish down my throat, stumped down the bile that rose with the emotions they arouse in me. I was getting fed up and was starting to let go of the sliver of hope I had that I was getting out of the meeting unharmed.

Such a fantasy with a morbid tragedy.

The man I recognize as Dominique Alberto cleared his throat and spoke for the first time, "If you say you have no hand in this why weren't you with everyone else at the manor after the attack? You obviously stood back to hide your tracks didn't you? Clever girl?"

I felt compelled to tell the truth, the only thing I knew, at least, despite knowing there was very little possibility of anyone believing in me at all, "I was with Old Bea at the garden, we heard the first scream in the midst of a conversation, she urged me into the gardener's cottage. We went in together before she left locking me from outside after the first two screams were heard and the commotion had started to subside, she made me promise not to leave until she returned. I had no choice but to oblige, I was locked in from outside. There was no way out for me." I explained exasperatedly wishing my words could pierce through their thick, arrogant, determined and already made-up skulls.

But then, not every wish comes true especially when you're not on the person's list of favorite people. It only seemed like my words were fueling them up and escalating their anger so I chose to accept my fate and observe their next move.

I wasn't ever going to see Alexander again, speaking of which. Only God knows his reaction to what had become of me will be after they're done shattering me with their words and actions.

I was never getting my memories back, never returning and reuniting with my family. Never knowing where and who my family are and whether they exist or not.

All the questions I had, all the dreams were getting cut off just because of some people's decision that I was the bad guy in their home.

Using a borrowed word or two I was in dire need of wouldn't hurt, it'll fit my feelings most.

Fuck them all to hell.