5

Naya grunted feeling power torchlights pointed at her eyes.

'who are they?' she thought to herself, as she tried to stand up, her whole body was wet, that was when she realized what had happened.

Her sister and her fell off the cliff, when Magnus' men were pursuing them, the last thing she can remember is Zara shielding her with her body as they crashed into the river.

'zara!! ' she yelled, struggling to stand up, her sister tried giving up her life to save her.

"Zara" she called in almost a whisper, as her eyes caught a body a few meters away from her.

"Zara" she called in a low voice, alarmed, she quickly rushed to where her sister's body was, ignoring the people pointing torchlights at her, her sister was her first priority.

"Zara" she called again on getting to get sister's body, which was wet as well, and her sister was unconscious. She was also badly injured with series of injuries on her body, the worst part of it all was that Zara was not healing, Naya also was not healing.

She quickly took a look at the little cuts on her skin and she realized she was not healing.

Why the hell were her wounds not healing up, same with Zara, she could die if not taken care of, her injuries were very severe.

"Who are you?" A voice jolted her out of her trance as she finally looked up, two men were standing around her and her sister, pointing the rays of the torchlights straight to her face.

They were so tall and intimidating, more intimidating than the men in her pack and they had this scary Aura, yet still she couldn't see their faces.

It was nighttime and her vision usually worked well at night, why was it not working now?. She felt less than a human.

But there was one thing Naya was sure of, these men were not werewolves, the Aura surrounding them was so different.

"Who are you?" A man asked in a very deep and frightening voice as Naya flinched.

She opened her mouth to speak but no word came out.

Naya froze, placing her hands on her throat. She was trying to speak but no sound came out from her mouth. What was happening?.

Naya suddenly felt the need to cry, her sister was badly injured and was not healing, she's in a strange place surrounded by strange men.

"I don't think she can speak" another said and Naya quickly shook her head in agreement, they're the only hope left to save her sister's life.

She quickly placed her hands together, pleading with them repeatedly, as she kept pointing at her unconscious sister, helpless tears flowing down her cheeks, why can't she speak?.

"What's wrong with her?" One questioned in a dry and balant tone.

"She's obviously begging, Draven," one said, keeping his eyes on the body on the ground.

"For what?" Draven asked oblivious of what Naya was asking him for.

"To save the young lady's life" the other man replied.

"Who are you?" Draven asked Naya again.

"She can't speak Draven," the man said slowly, squatting In front of Naya.

"What are you doing Vlad?" Draven questioned.

"What else, getting into her head" Vlad replied in a bored tone, grabbing a speechless Naya's hand, what does he mean by getting into her head?. Naya asked herself in horror.

Vlad closed his eyes for sometime and Naya couldn't move an inch, he was so intimidating that she couldn't afford to move.

"What did you see?" Draven asked after Vlad had stepped away from her.

"Nothing much" Vlad responded with a confused look on his face, this is the first time he was having a hard time getting into a person's head and seeing through their memories.

"What do you mean?"

"I could see only a little," Vlad replied.

"What did you see?" Draven questioned.

"Blood" came Vlad's reply.

"Blood?" Draven's brows furrowed.

"Yes," Vlad confirmed.

"I think she lost people dear to her, I saw something like a massacre, dead bodies were everywhere"he explained, as Naya stared at him curiously, wondering what he was, how did he know all of that, just by touching her hand.

"Why can't you see more?"

"Because she's too shaken by the experience, her mind is not working well, I can't look further" he said shaking his head.

Naya took a look at her sister who was still lying half dead, she needed their help, whatever they were, they could help her.

She placed her hands together again begging the unknown men for help, she couldn't see their faces, she only heard names which were Vlad and Draven.

"How did they get here?" Draven questioned himself, as Vlad took a look at their surroundings.

"They're both wet, I think they were washed here by the river, when trying to escape, I guess" he said, sounding unsure.

"Escape from what?" Draven questioned.

"Whatever had their village massacred" Vlad replied.

"What do we do with them now?" Draven queried.

"Send them back to where they're coming from or better still kill them" Vlad said In a single breath as Naya's hair suddenly stood out.

She quickly crawled to where the men were, holding any of the legs she got hold of, trying to beg for her life.

"Get off" Vlad said calmly at the woman holding his leg, but she wouldn't let go.

"Ple…ase" Naya muttered, but her voice was so low that she wasn't even sure she heard herself.

Vlad was about to push her off when Draven stopped him.

"Wait" he said.

"What?" Vlad raised a brow at him.

"Let's help them" he stated and Naya found herself breathing out in relief, but why did he suddenly decide to help them.

"Why the sudden change of mind?" Vlad turned to Draven giving him a questioning gaze.

"She begged," came Draven's reply.

He heard her speak, he heard when she said please, he didn't know why that single plea of hers made him change his mind.

"That doesn't count Draven"

"Carry the unconscious lady up, her heart beat is getting weaker" he referred to Zara as Vlad shot a glance at her.

"Tend to her wounds" Draven added.

"You" he pointed at Naya, while Vlad walked to Zara, covering her body up with his coat as he carried her up in his arms.

Naya quickly stood to her feet in obedience.

"Come with us," Draven added as they began walking.

"What do you think Lord Rhys will say about you bringing intruders?" Vlad scoffed.

"We keep them till we get his approval, if he disagrees, we can always spill some blood" Draven lips curved up as Naya shifted uncomfortably.

What is she getting herself into?.

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