Somewhere further outside town.
Lush green grass grew alongside a curvy long cemented road which led to a massive structure. A mansion stood proudly before large iron gates, surrounded by numerous trees that were nearly looming over the mansion. The mansion itself looked modern with its large tall columns in front of the entrance and large arched windows at the front of the building.
Further in, anyone would think that it was a typical mansion, with its large living room, dining room, huge hallway with split staircase and more. However, if one were to look even further, hidden behind one of the secret doors in the living room leads to the basement. It was a bit dark with little lights to brighten the path.
Inside the basement, there was a room with no windows to let the sunlight in. The lighting inside was enough to brighten the room and the pathway. And it wasn't as dirty as one might have expected, rather, it was surprisingly clean with cream-coloured walls. Though, the room was empty, other than a bed, a toilet and a sink. To say that it was like a prison was an understatement. The door to the room was made of iron with two small windows on it. One window was designed with iron bars and another was with a small hatch. That was where they would pass the food to the one being imprisoned.
And inside the room, there was a lone woman, who looked about twenty years old with curly auburn hair and green eyes. A clean cream long dress covered her thin frame, making her hair startling striking against the soft-coloured walls and appearance.
She was sitting on the floor, barefooted with her knees up against her chest and her chin on top of her knees. Her one arm wrapped around her knees while her other hand was touching the floor, tapping.
She jumped when the door started banging loudly. She looked up and there was a metal collar around her neck with a small light blinking. Moments later, the door was slammed open, making the woman unconsciously scooted back, her eyes widened in fear.
A burly large man walked in with an evil smirk on his face. He was bald with a bulging stomach. He was wearing a light blue shirt and brown trousers. His shirt appeared to be a bit small since one could see his stomach protruding underneath the shirt. He was sneering at the cowering woman in front of him, tapping a metal rod against his other palm.
"Time for your walk, missy!" he guffawed loudly, seeming to find things amusing. He then pressed a button on the metal rod and soon after, the woman suddenly jerked up, scrambling to touch the collar on her neck. Her eyes were shut tight from the agony and her lips were about to bleed from her biting it hard as if she was trying to withstand the pain.
The man laughed even harder after the woman collapsed on the floor, her hand still gripping the collar. She looked up with a glint of anger and hatred in her eyes.
Noticing her look, the man raised an eyebrow and took a step forward to kick the woman. "Come on. Let's get up. We don't have all day."
He then turned around and snorted. "Luckily for you, the Lord doesn't believe in abusing his 'guests'. But don't think he won't cut another one of your fingers," he said pointedly.
The woman slowly tried to stand up, wincing in pain the whole time. She took a glance at her right hand. One of her fingers had fully recovered, thanks to her strong bloodline. She then took a glance at her left hand. Her pinky finger wasn't there as it supposed to be since it got cut months ago. Although, it was slowly regenerating but she could still feel the pain.
The man walked out of the room and stood aside to let the woman walk past him. The woman slowly walked out with her hands clenched together.
Once she was out of the room, the man led her to another pathway. It was a long pathway and moments later, they finally reached a staircase, which led outside of the mansion. It was secluded from the other areas of the mansion, filled with trees and other vegetation.
Although the area was secluded, it wasn't easy to escape from there because of the powerful and invisible shield around the area set up by Rehan. This was to ensure that the woman would not escape and no one could be able to see inside. From outside, they would only see trees and grass.
The man stood aside again to let the woman walk past him and then said as he held the door open, "Like usual. Two hours tops. One minute late and I'll press the button on you."
The woman just kept quiet as she looked at the trees further ahead.
The man snorted in vexation and slammed the door behind him, leaving the woman alone outside.
For a few minutes, the woman stood silently as she stared at her surroundings. She then opened her clothes until she was naked. Unashamed of her nudity, she closed her eyes, getting on her knees and whispered, "Rae."
Shortly after, the woman changed. Her skin began to glow as it grew fur all over her body. She then began to grow taller with brown mane and a hint of white streak on her abdomen. Her teeth grew longer into fangs and her hands changed to paws with sharp claws. Her eyes sparkled as it changed from green to light amber.
The collar around her neck was still there as the lights blinking steadily. It appears that the collar cannot be removed that easily as it was still there even after the woman shifted.
The shifter named Rae immediately growled softly under her breath as she slowly stood up.
'Are you alright, Makena?' Rae asked in her mind.
'I'm alright, Rae,' Makena replied softly.
'If only this stupid collar was off,' Rae growled, her paws clawing at the collar around her neck. She felt a bit vexed at the collar. No matter how much she tried to destroy it, it seems to be indestructible. And one time she got caught trying to destroy it, that baldy man pressed the button on her, making her writhe in pain on the ground.
'Stop it, Rae,' Makena scolded lightly. 'If that 'man' knew what you're trying to do again, he will try and kill you.'
'The keyword there is try. He can try but he can't. Or rather, he won't,' Rae snorted as she started to run, heading towards the trees.
'You've seen him pulling the shifter soul off those who go against him,' Makena reminded.
Rae just kept quiet as she continued to run with the trees that surround her.
'We need to be patient, Rae. That's the only thing we can do,' Makena said sadly. 'It's one way to keep our pack safe.'
Rae just cursed and held back her retort.
In her mind, Makena continued to try to comfort Rae, soothing her anger. She was grateful for Rae's existence. If she was alone, she probably wouldn't keep herself alive. It was hard when she had to go through the shifter ritual by herself, without her family around her. She nearly went rogue at that time but luckily, Rae was strong enough to withstand the pain, together with Makena.
Truth be told, Makena was similar to Erick where Rae had already merged with her soul at an earlier age. Though, she was much younger at that time. Only eight years old. It was probably because of her bloodline that Rae chose her. But no matter what Rae's reason, she was still grateful.
Makena sighed inwardly. 'I just need to be patient,' she thought with determination.