Naida's Point of View

It's been days since I have been locked up in this cell. Only given one piece of stale bread and half a glass of water a day. Laying on the cold, hard stone floor, covered in my own blood. Daily lashes with a rusty chain, soaked in wolfsbane. 

Blake, the Alpha, still thinks that I know the whereabouts of my sister and is refusing to tell him, but I honestly have no clue as to where she is.

Day by day, I can feel myself grow weaker, especially when I am connected to my sister. I feel her pain, whatever it is that she is going through. Her agony is overwhelming. I feel as if I'm drowning in her pain. I want to help her, but I don't know how.

I've tolerated this torture from this worthless pack for way to long. I've had enough of being the good girl and not talking back. It's time to take action.

I may be the light, but without darkness I wouldn't be able to shine or like my aunt Salacia always told me, 'Et per lucem a tenebris lucet,' which means all light needs a darkness to shine through.

I began singing a song that aunt Salacia had taught me. 

When the darkness is in the air,                                                                                                                            Make room for the light.                                                                                                                                              For she is the one,                                                                                                                                                         Who will light up the night.

I was so caught up in the song that I didn't realize that one of the guards had entered the room.

"Shut up!" He yelled, while banging on the metal bars with a wooden stick. "Here," he said, while pushing a tin bowl with a slice of stale bread through the bars and the half glass of water.

I quickly drank all the water, then pushed back the bowl.

"Eat the bread! That's all you're gonna get for today," he angrily said, while pushing it with a bit more force. 

I looked at the bread, then back at him and shook my head. 

"You damn bitch! If it wasn't for Blake, I would have killed you by now."

"Well why don't you come in here? You only talk shit when you're out of my cell," I taunted, with a smirk on my lips. 

"That's it," he said, while unlocking the bars. He grabbed one of the metal chains that was hanging on the wall and walked in with a smirk on his face.

He slowly walked towards me, dragging the chain behind him. 

"Someone needs to learn manners," he said, shaking his head at me.

He lifted the chain and swung, but I stood up in a flash and grabbed the chain before it could hit me. His eyes opened wide. He did not expect that.

I felt something that I've never felt before. Power. The need for blood. The need for raw flesh on my hands. I wanted it, no, I needed it.

I yanked the chain, making him stumble towards me. I wrapped the chain around his neck, like he has done to me so many times. I could hear his heartbeat speed up.

"Please, don't do this," he managed to choke out.

And to think he was acting so conceited and he doesn't even put up a good fight? What a shame. 

I pressed my hand on his stomach, and little by little applied pressure. Then I began digging my fingernails into his stomach, ripping his shirt open and peeling of his flesh. I kept on scratching until blood began pooling out. It was warm and had a sweet smell to me, making me want more.

"Help," he whispered, in an attempt to scream. 

"Shh," I cooed, rubbing my blood covered hand over his face. He was choking. 

"Want me to loosen the chain?" I asked sweetly. He tried to nod. "Well to bad!"

I yanked on the chain as hard as I could, which resulted in his neck flying with the chain in the air.

I looked at his body and for some reason began to feel hungry. Not a hunger for food, but a hunger for flesh, for me to taste the sweet blood in my mouth. I haven't had this feeling in a very long time. 

Without thinking twice, I greedily began chewing on his body, stuffing my entire face in his stomach and feeling the blood run down my face. 

When I was filled, I stood up and looked at my sloppy mess. Well that was better than expected. Now it's time to get out of this outfit and out of this place.

I made my way out of the cell and out of the dungeon. I think it's time I go see Blake.

Hey Guys! What do you think of this second book? Do you like it so far? Feel free to leave suggestions to make this story better and your opinions as well in the comments section below. 

So what do you guys think of Niada? I always thought she was innocent, what about you? I hope you guys like this story, anyways, bye. Love you all. Mwah :)