Never Go to Bed Angry, Stay Awake and Plot Your Revenge.
Cyrus
I often experience many of Raven’s emotions through our bond. Mainly murder, anger, hatred, lust, hunger, lust, murder….probably in that order, but right now there is something different.
Sorrow.
“I need to leave NOW. Something is wrong with Raven.”
“Take my car.”
“It isn’t here. I’m taking your bike.”
“What do you mean my car is not here? I drove it here.”
“My girl borrowed it.”
“I have the keys.”
“You’re hilarious. I’m leaving.” I close the mind–link to Thane and dart out of the conference room. We have been in a video call all damned day with an alliance Alpha while simaltenously running recon on their pack. The whole damn situation is exhausting.
I peel out of the parking lot, racing to Thane’s. Raven fails to answer my mind–links, which means she doesn’t want to talk or can’t.
I hurried through the door, causing Ayla to scream. I hear “My pickle!!!” and growling as I head up the stairs. I have a feeling I am moments away from her wolf taking over and frying my brain for whatever just happened.
Entering our room as quickly as I do does not startle Raven in the slightest. She is sitting in a chair, looking out the window, wearing a look of utter sadness.
I don’t like it.
“Fireball. Fireball!” I call her name, but she doesn’t turn as I walk toward her. I grab the chair and turn it toward me as I bend down on one knee at her level. She turns her head to look in the
opposite direction.
“Will you tell me what is wrong? I can feel you.” I try a gentle approach.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“I don’t care what you want,” I respond. At least I’m honest, but growing less gentle as seconds tick
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Did something happen to Armando?*
Who the hell is Armando?”
“I’m trying out names for our opossum.”
“The tail tumbler is fine.”
“Where is it?”
“In Ayla’s boob crack. Honestly, I think she has forgotten it’s there, and I’m seeing how long it takes
for her to notice.”
“Damn. Thane will cut my hand off if I touch it after.”
That earns me an eyeroll, but not my typical Fireball banter, I enjoy. The lack of cursing and threatening is concerning.
“Will you please tell me what happened?”
“We went to get a burner phone to call my dad.” Raven looks away, and I try to suppress the anger rising within me at the lack of self–preservation these two she–wolves seem to have when they are together. Phones can be traced to some extent, and we are trying to connect all the dots without any complications.
We have enough complications now.
“Okay. Did you obtain the phone?”
“Yes.
“Did you use the phone?”
“No.”
“Are you upset at the thought of using the phone?”
“Ayla used the phone.”
“Ayla called your dad?”
“Yes.”
“What did you learn from the conversation?” The pang of sorrow that hits my chest again aches.
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I learned that he is well aware of what happened to me, which would mean my mother is as well
“Walt, how do you know that?”
“I had Ayla call the pack office, impersonating a friend I made at combat training under the ruse that I had missed our monthly phone call, and she had let it slide for a while and grew worried. He told her I was away at training, and I had just called him recently asking him to pass along the message that if Latisha was to call, that I was fine. It was a recycled story I had heard him use before.
I sit back on my heel now, caging Raven in the chair with my hands on the armrests.
“Are you sure he wasn’t just covering, not to worry your friend?”
“No. I could tell by his tone. He was void of any emotion, and my friend is dead.”
“Are you sure your mother knows?“.
“She is best friends with the Luna and knows everything about my father’s business. She has always cared more about the pack than me. Same with my father. They wanted a strong Alpha pup. They failed to specify gender, I guess, and never got over it.”
Raven’s lip trembles, and a tear rolls down her face, followed by another. I bet money she has been holding onto a small amount of hope that her parents didn’t know what happened to her. I wrap my arms around her and pull her into me hard.
A loud sob cuts the silence as Raven breaks down. Considering everything she has endured, it is surprising her breakdown has taken this long. Also, it’s surprising she hasn’t returned to her old pack and burnt the whole thing to the ground. Now, I know she was working up the courage to get the answers she wanted.
Unfortunately, she got them.
I stand and pick Fireball up from the chair and sit her down on the bed. I climb in and pull her against me and allow her to use me as her personal Kleenex until she cries herself to sleep.
“I know where you’re going,” Thane calls out from behind me as I start to open the front door.
“Do you know why I am going?” I respond, opening the door to make it apparent that he will not
stop me.
“I do.”
“Then you understand.”
“Cut the feed to the armory.” I nod before heading out the door.
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“And do not get caught, but if you do, make sure you can kill Stevens as well. I’ll cover for you if in wakes up.
I take Thane’s SUV to the armory to load up on toys just in case, and then drive as fast as I can toward Pack Stevens. Thanks to our previous recon together of her old pack, I know that their border patrol is thin along the river because it is a natural border. A dangerous border when the water is raging and the current is unbearable.
Lucky for me, it is winter.
I douse myself from head to toe with scent blocker, and my pack too, before quietly taking the river up the border, and from there, I use my nose to find Fireball’s scent. She lived at home a lot longer than she lived in the pack house, so I just need to follow a trace scent of hers.
I will follow any scent of hers that I need to and kill any shifter at the end of the scent just for
breathing it in.
It’s mine.
I may be huge, but I’m quiet as I pull down my mask and proceed to pick the lock on Raven’s childhood home. Without her scent, I would still find it. Her father has a damn sign on the house announcing to the world that it is the residence of the beta.
What a tool.
I spent the hours driving, contemplating taking one or both, and what to do about them. Daylight is fast approaching, so I decide to take her father and let her mother feel the pain of her mate missing for a while.
There are multiple ways to torture somebody.
I notice there are no pictures of Raven anywhere as I quietly climb the stairs. Actually, I don’t think we have taken any together.
I smell a photoshoot.
No, I’m putting a photobooth in our warehouse.
I pull the syringe from my pack and wait silently in the hall before going to the door I hear two heartbeats in.
Never Go to Bed Angry, Stay Awake and Plot Your Revenge.
Chapter Comments
Christina Doss
cliffhanger!!!! I need another update
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can’t wait to see how they get tortured
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