The Imperial Wolf Series Books 1-3
Chapter 40

Kate POV

I sit alone in my small room. Angie did not bring me dinner; someone else did, which is odd. This entire day has been off-first a strange dream, then Angie acting stranger than usual. On top of all the days' oddities, I feel so tired today. I have felt tired for a while, but today I feel exhausted. I touch my growing belly and hum to my unborn child. I wonder what Erick would think about you, little one. I look out the window as the night approaches. I should lie down and rest.

I turn the covers back on my bed when I hear a faint voice. Is it the wolves trying to help me finally? I listen, but I hear nothing but silence. I must be going crazy from the isolation. I get into bed and pull the small blanket over me. I snuggle down and try to get comfortable. The lights go out on cue the same as they do every night when I lie down. Are they watching me? Maybe that is why the wolves do not talk to me. Perhaps the wolves are afraid of Macon?

I close my eyes and try to listen. "We are coming," I hear the small voice again, but it is not a wolf I have heard before. I do not know this voice. I do not react; I lie still and listen. "We are coming to help you and your child be ready," I hear the voice say again. I do not understand. I thought I could only communicate with another imperial.

I open my mind. I try to communicate with the voice without saying anything or moving my body. I do not need anyone here to know I am trying to communicate with someone. I wait, but nothing. I sigh. I must be losing my damn mind. I close my eyes and roll over on my side, facing the wall. Please, someone, help me, I scream out in my mind. I need help. My child needs help.

I wait for a moment, then I hear it. I listen to a voice. "We are coming. Erick and I are coming for you," the voice says. Erick is coming for me. Do I hear the voice, or am I going insane? I lie still and continue to listen for the voice. "Do not respond. Macon will know. We are coming. Be ready for us after dark," the voice says.

I do not know the voice, but Erick is with whoever it is, and that is all I need to know. I think about my dream. In my dream, vampires came for me. Was it a warning, or was it something else? I have to be ready. I cannot fall asleep. I will lay here with my eyes shut and listen.

I hear the guards moving outside my room. They must be checking to see if I am asleep. I stay still. I do not want to give them a reason to come in here. I want to respond to this voice, but I know I cannot. Who the hell is talking to me, and why would I be dreaming of vampires? Erick would never work with vampires unless it were the only way to get me home. Damn. Alexander is helping him. There has to be an imperial with them to communicate with me. But what imperial would help Alexander?

I hear the door open to my room. I do not move. I feel someone touch me. I open my eyes and look. It is Angie. "What do you want?" I ask her.

"I only wanted to check on you because you are lying down so early," Angie says.

I roll my eyes at her. "What are you watching me? I am tired. Please let me rest in peace," I say to her and close my eyes.

"I know you are lonely down here. Do you want me to stay with you?" Angie asks me.

"You are the last person I would want with me when I do not feel well; please go away. I do not want to even look at you after what you did to me," I answer her.

"Do you need the doctor?" Angie asks.

"No, I need sleep. I am pregnant and tired. Please leave me the hell alone!" I scream at her.

"We should move you into the house. You do not look well," Angie says.

"I do not want to go anywhere with you, and please let me be," I say.

"Fine, suffer then. I was trying to be nice," Angie says.

"Nice, you were trying to be nice. You bitch! I am locked in a fucking dungeon, and I am miserable. I want my husband, and I want to go home. So excuse me for not allowing you to be nice to me," I scream at her.

Angie laughs. "Well, at least you are talking to me now," Angie says. I look at her. It is the first time I have talked to her in six months, and it will be the last.

"Macon insisted I come down here to check on his sister. I did what he asked, and now I am going back to my cozy house and sleep in the bed with my husband, unlike you. Poor little Kate down here all alone," Angie says. I do not respond. She already got enough of a response from me. I will be damned if I give her one more word.

Angie leaves the room, leaving me alone again. I am thankful to be alone. I would rather be here than in that house listening to her and Macon all over each other. I do not want to see my brother or that bitch again. Please hurry to save me whoever you are talking to me. I need out.

I place my hand on my belly. The baby begins to kick. I smile. Settle down in there; we need to rest. I have a feeling it is going to be an eventful night for us, little one. I need you to be on your best behavior. Daddy is coming, and I have a feeling he is bringing hell with him.