Fated to the war general

Delilah's POV

"No! Please don't take me away! I beg you. Please! I'm not a criminal. I'm not a rogue! Alpha Enzo please tell them!" I cry out as I'm dragged away by General Kane's men. Despite how hard I kick and fight, their grip remains tight on me.

I look around frantically at my pack members. Tears flow down my cheeks and my heart beats fast.

"Help! Please help me!" I cry out. My pack members only stare quietly as they take me away. They show no disapproval, no resistance. As if they're happy to get rid of me. The reality of their abandonment breaks my heart.

Ahead, the war general walks on like he can't be any less bothered by my protest. My skin gets cold at the thought of what he will do to me. One of the masked men binds me in chains and drags me along with him through the woods.

On getting to the clearing outside Silver Crest Pack, three cars are lined up. One is a van. They put me at the back of one of the cars and put the rogue at the back of the van.

"Where are you taking me to? I've done nothing to deserve this..." I cry.

I'm still complaining when one of the masked men injects me on the neck, and I become half-conscious.

Everything turns hazy for the rest of the drive. We finally stop and they bring me out of the car. Next thing I'm on a bed and someone is pulling a blanket over my body.

The next morning, I wake up with a sharp headache. I immediately notice someone else in the room, a tall man dressed in black with his hair hanging loose. Before I can make out his face, he walks away and a lady comes into the room. She has long, dark brown hair, a thin and tall figure, and is wearing black, too.

"How are you feeling?" She asks.

"I have a headache," I tell her.

"Sorry about that. Let me get your food and medications. I'll be right back."

I watch her with my eyes as she leaves the room. Did she just apologize to me? And why is she offering me food and medication? Am I not supposed to be a prisoner? Was I not taken by the war General? I begin to replay the events of the previous night in my head. I'm sure the war general captured me.

It's when I try to move out of bed that I finally see the chains strapped to my legs. I'm held prisoner.

The lady comes back some minutes later with a tray having food and water. She keeps it on the bed in front of me and I examine the healthy plate of vegetables and fruits. What exactly do these people want from me? Am I a prisoner or not? Even my own pack did not treat me this well.

"Please have some food and take your medication, Delilah, you'd be fine."

At the mention of my name, I look up at her. "How did you know my name? And where is this place?"

"We have your personal, family and pack details. Your name is just the tip of the iceberg. You're currently in the army quarters. I'm Sentinel Nora, and I'll be taking care of you in the meantime."

Sentinel Nora... Her name reminds me of my friends back home. A tear drop slips from my eyes and more follow until I'm a sobbing mess.

"You should worry about your present and leave your past behind. Alpha Enzo, your former pack, that's all gone. You're with General Kane now." She speaks as if I'm meant to sing for joy when I'm being held prisoner.

"I'll be back," she says and leaves, shutting the door behind her. I notice a CCTV camera in the room, and it immediately makes me uncomfortable.

Looking around, I search for any other monitoring device. The room is painted a bright shade of blue with a white ceiling and a brown wooden polished floor. It has only the bed I'm sitting on, a table and a chair. A ceiling fan hangs above.

After finishing my food, Nora comes back and takes away the tray. When she returns again, a man is with her. He has grey hair, a slightly chubby frame and is a bit taller than Nora.

"This is Doctor Rogers. He will be seeing you frequently," Nora introduces the man.

"Why do I need a doctor? I'm not sick."

Nora smiles and walks closer to my bed. "You have fainted up to three times in eight hours. I doubt you remember any of that."

Suddenly I sit up, becoming defensive. "I never fainted back at my pack. Someone drugged me on my way here. I'm not sick! You did this to me!"

"Calm down, Delilah, we're trying to help you."

"No, I won't calm down. You can't forcefully take me from my pack and put all manner of drugs in me, claiming I'm sick. What do you take me for? Some kind of lab rat? If there's any experiment you want to carry out on werewolves, find someone else cause I'm not one!" I immediately realise my slip and pause. "Just let me out of here please..."

She lets out a sigh and shakes her head. "Doctor Rogers, please start the procedure."

"Is it safe to start? She doesn't seem to consent." The doctor says.

Nora shoots me a glare like I'm being too difficult. "One of her legs is chained. She won't be able to run."

The doctor takes out a syringe and comes close to me. "This would only prick you a little. We need just a small amount of your blood okay?"

"No! Don't come close!" I shout, but he doesn't listen. I begin fighting against his hold.

"Nora, please hold her down," the doctor says and Nora approaches me on the bed. She uses her two hands and pins me down to the bed so the doctor can insert the syringe. I try to push out of her grip, and the needle injures me.

"Ahh!" I groan in pain. Blood leaks out of the small cut. The doctor gives me cotton wool to hold it off.

He pours the blood into a vase containing a crystal clear liquid and the blood starts to bubble.

His expression hardens and he looks back at me. "She's concentrated. We need to infuse her now."

"What do you mean? I'm fine. Stop making things up. Let me go, you're the ones making me sick!" I cry out, not wanting to relive my experience from six months ago.

The doctor opens his bag and brings out a sack containing a red liquid.

"This is cure blood, it will reduce the effect of the Silver in your system, Delilah. You need to allow us to do this now, if not, you might faint and not wake up for a long time."

"Silver doesn't affect me. I've dipped myself a lot in Silver Lake. It doesn't harm me. Just let me go, please."

Nora steps forward, her figure imposing. "So what? Even if you're not sick, do you really want to return to Silver Crest?"

"Never! But I don't want to be here either. The general takes only rogues and criminals, what business does he have with me?"

Nora scoffs. "You don't know how endangered you are outside the walls of this place, do you? Why do you think Alpha Enzo did not discard you from his pack? People are looking for you Delilah, people worse than..."

"Enough!"

The room shakes as General Kane bangs the door open and steps in. He shoots Nora a glare so she bows her head and walks away from me.

His presence alone gives an air of discomfort in the room. I shift in my bed as he walks up to me.

He examines the cut on my elbow as a crease forms on his forehead. He looks into my face so his gaze burns into mine. My breath almost catches in my throat and I swallow uncomfortably.

"Now you will calm down and accept treatment. After that, you will fall asleep and..."

"No..." Despite my heart drumming in my chest and the knot forming in my stomach, I muster the courage to say my mind. "I will not calm down. I want to leave this place. Let me go, General Kane, please," I beg him.

His gaze immediately softens with surprise.

"What did you just say?"

"I want to leave," I repeat, not minding if he strangles me for my boldness..

He turns to the other two in the room and speaks in a tone dripping with anger. "Nora, doctor Rogers, no other ear should hear of what just happened now or you two would pay dearly for it. Look into this and find me reasonable answers before midnight."

My heart drops in my chest as he turns back to me. Now his eyes are filled with with hatred.

"I'll be back for you," he says and storms out of the room, banging the door behind him.

It's after he leaves that the realisation hits me.  I'm immune to his powers. For a war general, this is considered a weakness.