MISSION FAILED
Freda POV
I felt weightless for a moment, like a bird or a kite suspended in mid air, the feeling passed quickly enough as I landed heavily onto the hard cobble stones. Pain exploded through out my fragile body like a firework as I lay there gasping for breath.
The world spun around me, and I tried to focus but I was too dizzy for that. I could hear the shouts of the vampire guards drawing closer and I tried to push myself up but my limbs were dead, like the bark of a dry tree.
“Get up Freda!” I muttered to myself as I forced my body to move. “You can't give up now!”
It was funny how I didn't want to give up but the conditions weren't favorable for me at all. I didn't know where the carriage and horses went, my body was as functional as a broken wheel. It was safe to say I had no choice but to just give up
Before I could muster the strength to move again, rough hands grabbed me and yanked me to my feet. It was the guards.
“Huh? A werewolf was the one causing havoc?” One of them hissed and tightened his grip on my arm which made me wince in pain.
“Let’s take her back to the station.” They said and began to drag me across the floor.
“Let me go!” I struggled weakly but my strength was completely spent. The guards didn't care, instead they tightened their grip and roughed me up like I was some criminal. It was embarrassing.
Just as I thought it couldn't get any worse, a shadow fell over us. I looked up to see Captain Volkov and Christie approaching. Captain Volkov’s face was a mask of fury and I knew this wasn't going to end too well.
“Captain Volkov, sir! We've handled the situation. There's no need to worry.” One of the guards reported.
Volkov's eyes blazed with anger as he took in the scene. Without warning, he drew back his fist and punched the guard holding me square in the face. The guard stumbled back, releasing his grip on me. I fell to the ground, my legs unable to support me.
“Your Majesty,” Christie rushed to my side and caught me before my face could connect to the floor. She placed my head in her laps and examined her injuries.
“It's alright, I'll live.” I muttered and winced as she touched a particular tender spot on my arm.
Captain Volkov towered over the guards with a commanding presence. “What do you think you’re doing, manhandling the King’s mate?” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Have you lost your minds?”
The guards looked terrified, their earlier bravado gone. “We didn’t know, Captain. She was causing a disturbance, and we were just trying to restore order.”
“Restore order by assaulting her?” Volkov's voice was icy. “You should count yourselves lucky that I'm the one who found you and not the King. Now get out of my sight before I change my mind about reporting this.”
The guards scrambled away, clearly eager to escape Volkov’s wrath. He turned his attention back to me, “Are you alright, Your Majesty?” he asked, kneeling beside Christie and me.
“I’ve been better,” I admitted, trying to manage a weak smile. “Thank you for intervening.”
“I’m sorry it came to this,” Volkov said, his tone sincere. “We need to get you back to the castle. It’s not safe out here.”
With Christie’s help, I managed to get to my feet. Every movement was painful, but I forced myself to stand. Volkov supported me as we made our way to a nearby carriage that had arrived with more guards under his command, a far more secure means of transportation than my earlier escape attempt.
And my grand escape plan was thwarted just like that. Inwardly, I was frustrated to the max at my failed attempt and I was sure, beyond a doubt Captain Volkov would report this to Damien.
