There Are No Exits For You
Cyrus
A little pinch to Mrs. Shitbags neck will keep her asleep for awhile. Mr. Shitbag however will not be getting off that easy. I bend down close to his sleeping form and whisper, “Boo. Roger’s eyes fly open, and I sock him in the face, knocking him out cold. I take the time to remove the antipsychotic from my pack before injecting the medication into his neck.
I have a long ass way to haul him back and drive him back, but he is built long and lean which will make carrying his dead weight easier. Not that it would really matter.
I’m a big, beautiful bastard.
I throw my pack on my back and grab hold of his arm and sling him over my shoulder. I stood at their front door for a while, listening. I did not go through all this trouble to get caught. I also cannot hold off an entire pack on my own.
I can see the sun on the horizon and know that I am running out of time. So running is what I will
- do.
I ran this stupid asshole all the way to the river, stopping periodically to throw him down and descent the both of us. I’m tired, covered in mud and cranky as shit as I lug him down the frozen river bank and decide to drag him across the ice for awhile as I listen to the forest come alive.
One and a half hours and a mind–link check in with Thane later, I dump his ass in the backseat of the SUV and drive like hell home. I did stop to punch him in the face again and get my Luna a pickle..
Thane probably didn’t teach her the five–second rule.
The drive is long, but the red glow of the sunrise reminds me of who I am doing this for.
Fireball.
I pull into the packhouse parking lot and drag shitbag out of the backseat, hauling him over before going down to the dungeon. I shake my head ‘no‘ at the few wolves that. want to find out who I am hauling over my shoulder or why they can’t get in on the action.
The dungeon is cold and smells of piss and blood. I’m immune to its effects at this point, but if I were to wake up here and see the bloody walls and take in all the smells, I would be very concerned for my well–being and probably shit myself at the same time.
I’m hopeful it has the same effect on Raven’s father.
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There Are No Exits For You.
I throw him down on the chair and shackle his arms and legs to the chain. In the floor. The choffts are short enough to restrict his movement. I throw myself down in my metal chair to play the waiting game. Too much antipsychotic, he dies. Not enough, he will be able to mind–link.
The studies on preventing mind–links are reliable, and I can always tell when they realize they
cannot.
It is one of my favorite things to see.
The absolute look of terror.
I use this time waiting to go back and forth with myself on whether to tell Raven about my overnight scavenger hunt.
Does my girl want her own revenge?
Can she face her father and feel the years of pain caused by his mistreatment of her without breaking down?
Will she approve sparing her mother so she may live in fear and paranoia for some time before meeting her similar demise?
Regardless of what conclusions I come up with, I am still avenging my mate, and she will get over it.
I will let her sit on my face. That usually fixes everything.
Fireball’s scent has not changed at all since her heat, which means she is not carrying my pup. You probably have to want them to some degree before being blessed with one, I would assume. Raven not carrying my pup means she will go into heat again and again until she does become pregnant.
I have no idea how often that is. I believe there was probably something about it in whatever class we had to take about our hormones as teenage pups, but I was too busy using my hormones to pay
attention.
“Where are you?” Raven mind–links, sounding groggy
“Taking care of some business, Fireball.”
“That is what Thane said.” She growls.
“Well, he is the Alpha; he would know.” I listen to her father’s slow and steady heartbeat. Nope, not waking up yet.
“You’re hiding something. I can feel it in the bond.” Fireball presses.
“Naughty she–wolves shouldn’t ruin their surprises.”
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“You do feel extra happy through the bond, which is concerning.”
“Because I’m talking to you. Where did Sir Snoutington sleep last night?”
“Thane found it during sexy time and was bitten. Ayla made him a bed in a shoebox, and now I am feeding it before it goes to sleep. I must have been a mess for Thane to allow it to stay with them all night.”
“Don’t worry about it. Life is messy.” I hear a groan, and Roger’s heart rate increases slightly.
“Got to go, Fireball. I will bring you a present later.” I close the mind–link as I sit and listen to her father awakening.
I get more antipsychotic ready, taking into account how long it takes to become effective and how quickly his healing burns it out of his system, it could take a lot to keep the mind–link abilities at bay if I want to torture him for an extended period. I also do not know quite how far you can go away from your pack before the mind–link stops working. Oddly, that is something I have not tried.
I stand up and walk over to my new friend and kick him in the leg. “Wake up.” He groans louder, attempting to get his head upright. “Come on, I’m bored. Wake your ass up.” I slap him, and that causes him to stir more, holding his head upright now.
His words are gibberish, but his eyes start to flutter as he tries to clear his vision, no doubt. “Where…where.” Raven’s father furrows his brows, staring at me, attempting to piece his surroundings out. “Where…am…I?”
“Where you are doesn’t matter. The reason I brought you here matters.”
“Wait, you….I know you….you are…you are Thane’s beta.”
“Congratulations, Captain Obvious. Your sniffer works.” I respond as I turn and grab the needle.
“Tell me what is going on, you piece…” His eyes go wide, and realization sets in. Fear mixed with confusion. His mouth drops open as he realizes his mind–link has been severed.
“You’ve been injected with an antipsychotic to sever your mind–link. It is just you and me down here. Nobody will come for you.” I poke the inside of his forearm, accessing a vein and injecting a small amount of medication to keep his ability to link subdued. His attempts to thrash out of his shackles
fail.
Everything he will attempt to do will fail.
He won’t be leaving.
