Omega's Rebirth-Chapter 131: Silence ()

Silence...eerie silence, with not a single sound reaching this far down into the dungeons or penetrating through the thick walls, all that reigned was just... silence.

The sound of her own breath now echoed in her ears, and Neveah could hear the thumps of her own heart beat, loud and clear in her ears.

It had not taken all that long for Neveah to get used to the silence, and soon, she drifted off to a restless sleep.

For how long she slept, Neveah did not know but her brief moment of peace was soon interrupted.

The sound of bolts unlocking broke the silence that had settled over the solitary cell in the dungeons of Dragon Keep.

Neveah was awakened by this sound and her eyes fluttered open as she lifted her head to the door where the final set of bolts were unlocked.

A groaning sound was made as the heavy metal door was pushed open and a ray of light seeped through, finally lighting up the cell that had been consumed by darkness.

Neveah squinted slightly, her eyes had grown adjusted to the darkness after being locked up here for hours and the bright ray of light irritated her eyes.

It took a moment for Neveah’s eyes to readjust and she raised a single brow as a familiar silhouette stepped in, blocking off the light with his muscular frame.

"Veah..." Menarx began but Neveah cut him off. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

"You trouble yourself to come down to the dungeons..."

"One would think it was about time the chains were brought in...or perhaps the executioner? Do the dragons not know what an interrogation is about?" Neveah asked in a low voice, her tone was chilling cold and devoid of emotion.

Menarx frowned slightly at Neveah’s words, especially the word ’interrogation’. Here in the dragon’s keep, that was Menarx’s specialty and Neveah did not even know of it.

Yet, Neveah’s words were still so accurate as though she could see through him and tell just what tidings Menarx brought along with him.

"Veah..." Menarx tried again, a tinge of guilt in his tone.

"Neveah...My Lord." Neveah adjusted before Menarx could speak further.

Neveah did not need to say more for Menarx to understand the point behind her words,

Things had not been so great previously...but even from the semblance of peace achieved between them, things had now changed.

"My Liege wants you." Menarx finally said again after a moment of quiet.

"...He wants me...?" Neveah murmured in a bored tone, leaning her head back against the wall.

"Whatever does his ’wants’ have to do with me?" Neveah asked blankly, making no moves to rise to her feet.

"Neveah...you do not want to tread down this part, My Liege excused a challenge once...you shall end up dead if you intend to be stubborn." Menarx warned, his ever present scowl deepening.

Menarx’s threat sounded amusing to Neveah’s ears, after so many hours that she was allowed, Neveah had finally gotten her thoughts in order.

Now that her thoughts were in order, Neveah understood what she was to do now... what she should have been doing all along.

"The path I treaded ultimately led me here...so yes, My Lord. I do want to tread down this path. The chains...or you may take your leave and send your King to me himself."

"I am a werewolf, My Lord... I can sense the silver from miles away. You have already brought it, you should just go ahead and use it then." Neveah replied coldly.

The moment Menarx stepped in, Neveah knew he had brought along silver chains.

Neveah assumed Menarx was ordered to escort her as the criminal she was made out to be, it was only that Menarx seemed to have grown accustomed to playing nice.

Yet, Neveah knew if Menarx did not plan to use the silver chains, he would never have brought it along and so she understood it well enough that even Menarx...doubted her.

Neveah would never be willing to believe that the dragons did not know of what effect silver had on werewolves.

Since Neveah already knew of the Dragon King’s intention, then it was only right she ensured he derived full satisfaction.

"If you comply with My Liege’s orders, I have no reason to use it." Menarx reasoned,

Menarx did not attempt to deny the presence of the silver chains, instead, another dragon stepped in behind him, the chains held in his hand.

"Lord Decaron...you are at least more honest and direct in your approach." Neveah commended in approval before she reverted her gaze back to Menarx.

"I do not need your pity, neither do I need to be granted privileges by you. I have no intentions to comply...so do what you must." Neveah clarified directly.

A low growl rumbled out of Menarx and his gaze narrowed slightly before he turned and stormed out of the cell.

Lord Decaron strode over to Neveah without saying a word, stopping a short distance away from her and staring down at her expectantly.

’It has been so long since we have last faced silver... the months spent in the Eclipse Hunt Pack before being brought here were days of bliss.’

’Do you suppose you can still handle the pain?’ Neveah’s wolf thought to her and Neveah smiled.

"I have known nothing but pain for seventeen years...a few months of bliss cannot rewrite my past." Neveah assured her wolf.

With that said, Neveah erected a mind block between herself and her wolf so at least one of them could be spared from the pain.

Neveah then rose up to her feet and stretched her hands to Lord Decaron.

The silver chain had three cuffs joined together by thick chains, two of the cuffs were for both her wrists... and the third would fit around her neck... chains truly fitting for a criminal.

The very moment the first of the silver cuffs made contact with Neveah’s flesh, a searing pain shot through her, accompanied by a sizzling sound as the silver burned through her skin.

This pain...it was all too familiar and the image of a certain green eyed wolf with a whip held in his hand, one she had hoped never to think upon again, came to Neveah’s mind.