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Storms of Fury-

Adira has only ever known the world in black and white terms. In the world of the whether-bending Auroras, there are the Ambrons, the Luments, the Cyrztites and finally the Clashes of which her father is Chief. The Ambrons control light rain and clouds, the Luments control light and the sea tides, Cyrztites control all things snow and winter, and clashes Control Storms like hurricanes, tornados, and thunderstorms. There is no middle ground. Everything is exactly as it seems and the way it's supposed to be. That is until she meets a boy that takes everything she thought she knew about her world and turns it upside down. She learns things she never thought possible, see things she never thought she would see, and sees a side of her clan that she never wanted to know of.

When her own clan sets out to kill her new found friends and teachers, will she protect them, or sell them out to her family?

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Recap:

A memory flashed into my mind.

"Our informant has notified us of an impending attack," said Danny "They will come from the north. They were planning on taking us by surprise here in our camp."

He had said it himself, he had an informant.

There was a traitor among us.

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"Who?" Someone yelled from the crowd.

"Yeah who is it?" yelled another. More and more voices demanding the name of the traitor erupted from the growing mob.

"We don't know who it is." Connor's voice silenced the crowd. "And because of that..." his voice began to falter. "Our council has..." His voice trailed off as he looked over at me, our eyes connecting. It was almost like their warm brown was trying to convey a message to me, though what it was, I wasn't sure.

"Our council has decided to quarantine possible threats." Interjected Sasha as she stepped up on the picnic table beside Connor, who was still staring over at me. "Gunner? Cameron?" she looked down at two men and jerked her head in our general direction.

"What's going on? Why is everyone staring at us?" Davo whispered in my ear. I looked around to see the entire packs eyes trained on our small group.

"No clue," I whispered back.

The two men, Gunner and Cameron, began to walk toward us. Andrew placed his hand on one of their shoulders as they got closer. "Cameron, what's going on here?" The man looked down slightly at Andrew, being at least two inches taller than him, then down at his feet, unable to hold eye contact.

"I'm sorry Andrew," The man, Cameron, said as he brushed past Andrew and stood in front of me. "You need to come with me." He said lightly grabbing onto my arm.

"You too," said the other man, Gunner, as he placed a hand on Davo's shoulder.

"What? Why?" I stared over at him, completely oblivions to what was going on.

"You've both been identified as potential threats," Gunner replied, his voice flat and emotionless. As he said this, more whispers of confusion erupted from the

crowd.

"Why?! We haven't done anything wrong!" I argued, wrenching my arm out of Cameron's grasp. He mumbled about making this harder than it needs to be but I could care less as I glared daggers at Gunner.

"Maybe not," I turned around to see Sasha sauntering towards me, arrogance radiating off her with every step. "But we have to take these precautions you know." Every word that dripped from her mouth was laced with mockery and sarcasm. They also made we want to wipe that arrogant little smirk off of her face. "You two both arrived here under...suspicious circumstances and you're not even part of this pack! How can you expect us to trust you when you have no loyalties to us? And the council decided just that with a majority vote. We can't trust you. So, like I said before we will be quarantining you until further notice."

Cameron grabbed onto my arm again and began to drag me towards the house. I turned around as much as I could to see Gunner leading Davo along behind me. Davo wasn't struggling in the slightest; he simply walked forward at the guidance of Gunners hand with a blank expression on his face, as if he was unsurprised by all of this, as if he expected this would happen.

"Why wasn't I called in for the vote?" Andrew questioned Connor. Before Connor could respond, Sasha walked up behind him.

"Oh please, Andrew," She said rolling her eyes. "We all knew what your vote was. Not that it would have mattered anyway." A triumphant smile spread across her

lips.

"What was the vote?" Andrew was getting desperate now. I could see his chest rising and falling in rapid succession and the panicked look in his eyes.

"Not including you?" Connor cut in, his voice rough with the bitter cynicism that comes with betrayal and defeat. "Four to one." Andrews's eyes closed and his head fell slightly as he let go a defeated sigh.

"That's right Andrew, not even a close call." The smirk on Sasha's face was now gone, replaced with an angry scowl. "There's nothing you can do. Take them to the basement!" She ordered the men without releasing Andrew from her glare.

Cameron began to pull on my arm again, and I followed willingly. I looked back once more to see Connor's eyes still trained on me. I now under stood the message his eyes were trying to convey.

It was an apology.

I turned around again and walked at the lead of Cameron's hand around my arm. The eyes of the dumbfounded pack burned into my skin as we walked through the double doors, Gunner and Davo not far behind.

They led us to a small door I had never noticed before. It was on the side of the stairs and was shaped as such; one side dipping downwards to fit into the triangular shape.

Cameron reached into his pocket and took out a small silver key. As he twisted the key in the lock, the door creaked open, a dank and musty smell exuding from the darkness.

"Go," ordered Cameron as he pushed on my shoulder. I bent down slightly as I cautiously walked through the small doorway, even being a mere five-three the frame of the door was well below my head.

Cameron grabbed onto my elbow to help me down the steps, but I jerked my arm away and began to descend the steep incline on my own, the others falling in step behind me. A small light was flickering at the bottom of the stairs, giving off a soft eerie glow. When I reached the bottom I stopped, shocked at my surroundings.

The walls and floor were bare concrete, the floor darker in places from the water dripping from the pipes that lined the ceiling. There was only one window; it was about the size of a shoe box and was so covered in dirt and grime that it let next to no light in. The only real source of light was the single flickering fluorescent bulb above our heads. It gave off enough light to let us see the room clearly, though there were still dark places that had eluded the smattering amount of light.

Seeing the house from above, you would never expect what I saw down there. Upstairs was light, open and welcoming. The windows were large and clear and the furniture and wallpaper made it feel like home. It looked like a place that, though I knew otherwise, not a bad thing existed. Like all of your worries could be gone with a single step in the door.

From upstairs you would never expect to see cages lining the walls just a single floor below you.

There were eight of them, six small prison-cell-like rooms that lined one wall and had thick concrete walls separating them. Each had a ratty old mattress sitting on the ground and a large barred door. Two of the six had solid metal doors with only a small window in the top to look through.

The other two were larger, at least three times what the others were, and had four mattresses lined up in a haphazard row.

Cameron unlocked the door to one of the larger ones and stood aside, motioning for us to go in.

I walked through the door, knowing they would force me to anyway. I didn't turn around until I heard the door clink shut and Cameron's and Gunner's footsteps fade away as they went back to join the rest of the pack.

I slid my back down a wall and pulled my knees up to my chest as Davo silently walked to the mattresses and sat sown on one of them, resting his head in his hands. We sat like that, listening to the steady sound of the water dripping from the leaky pipes and watching the light flicker above us.

Seeing the house from above, you would never expect what I saw down there.

From upstairs you would never expect to see a dungeon.