Chapter 50

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LORENZO


I narrowed my eyes at Caspian, taking a few steps forwards to take a look, the bald man's head making me cringe.

I had killed enough people, but seeing the aftermath always creeped me out. Killing was only something I did as a last resort. Sometimes, there was no choice and I had to protect my people.

"I found him trying to make a break for it," Caspian told me, holding the head up once again, allowing the sun to gleam down it. Dried crimson liquid had trickled down the neck, staining the skin.

I averted my eyes, gesturing for the guards to take Caspian and put him in a holding cell for now, having no interest in the head he was clutching.

I knew exactly who it belonged to.

Greg.

Nothing could act as a peace offering in my opinion, and although I was grateful that Greg was now dead and could no longer hurt another wolf, I wasn't going to allow Caspian to know that.

I swallowed, ordering a guard to dispose of the body part, taking one last look at it and making my way back towards the hospital, Martina following closely behind me.

I was slightly frustrated. I wanted to be the one to kill Greg, but he had been smart, not returning with my pack to the warehouse like I had told him to. He must have assumed that I wouldn't have kept him alive after what he had done to Mia.

He was correct.

"Why did you come out here?" I asked my sister, arching my brow at her as she struggled to keep up with me in her heeled boots, cursing to herself as she stepped into a small puddle of muddy water.

"In case you needed me," she responded, and I rolled my eyes, deciding to keep my mouth shut.

I couldn't be bothered to argue with Martina today, my mind distracted with much more important things that I had to deal with.

My sister being annoying was the least of my worries.

I understood that she was angry at Caspian, and her reaction was justified, but, it wasn't as if she hadn't been a risk to Mia once herself, so her hypocritical way of thinking pissed me off.

"When I tell you to do something, just do it please," I ordered as we entered the hospital, quickly making my way down the hall and into Mia's room, sighing with relief when she was in the exact same position she was when I left.

Martina huffed, crossing her arms over her chest as she studied me.

"That's how it works around here, and if you can't adhere to it, then you can find another pack to go to."

I stood aside, allowing the doctor who had been monitoring Mia to exit the room, before slamming the door in Martina's face, pulling the blind across the small block window so she couldn't see in.

I listened intently, ensuring she had left, enjoying the sound of her heels clacking against the tiled flooring as she walked away, and I settled myself back down next to my mate.

Taking her hand in mine, I looked over her, her pale skin looking ghostly and dull, and I missed her usual flushed bright complexion. I wanted to see that again.

I was frightened for our future, and with our bond in question and Ophelia still on the run, everything was a mess. I wasn't afraid to admit that I was worried.

I felt useless having these chains laced around my wrists, stopping me from shifting. I wanted to surge through the forest and help search for the ghastly witch, but, I couldn't.

I wasn't strong enough, and I didn't want to leave Mia.

Deciding to get some rest, I allowed myself to drift in and out of consciousness for however long, the room eventually getting darker and darker. The chair was uncomfortable, but I managed to tilt my head back against the wall, my muscles eventually cramping up, causing me to grimace in pain.

Suddenly, I heard a loud knock at the door, and I pushed myself up off my chair to fling it open, revealing the same doctor from earlier, a bright smile plastered onto her face.

"I'm just here to routinely check Mia's vitals," she told me, waiting for my nod of approval before squeezing past me and attending to my mate.

Doctor Mac had come and checked on my mate a few times, but the hospital staff were busy with multiple patients since the fight, and there wasn't much time for chit-chat.

I stood watching her protectively, growling subconsciously when the doctor moved Mia's body around a little too fast for my liking. She was fragile, and they needed to treat her as such.

"How is it all looking?" I asked the doctor, and she hummed to herself as she strapped an armband onto Mia, pumping it up to check her blood pressure.

"It's all looking good, not much has changed."

She continued on with the tests, and I sighed, allowing my mind to wander as I watched from afar.

I knew I needed to go and visit Caspian in the cells. He had been there for hours now, and I had got some much needed sleep. I was feeling a whole lot better. I couldn't leave him in there forever.

Kicking at my chains, I tapped my fingers against the wall as the doctor used her stethoscope to listen to Mia's chest, holding her finger up to me to keep quiet to she could hear it better. She eventually pulled away, taking the clipboard at the end of Mia's bed into her hands.

She began scribbling some notes down, leaving me folding my arms across my chest as I waited for her to let me know if everything was okay.

"I'll be back tomorrow morning," she assured me, handing me the clipboard to read over as she exited the room, shutting the door quietly behind herself.

I thanked her, keeping my eyes on the paper, biting at the inside of my cheek. I scanned over the words, narrowing my eyes at Mia's results, nodding in satisfaction once I realised that everything looked alright.

However, I knew how fast things could go downhill, hence why I was so worried all the time. I wanted Mia to have more check-ups throughout the day, something I was going to bring up with the hospital tomorrow.

I didn't want to take any risks.

I hooked the clipboard back onto the end of the bed, taking a few steps towards my mate and leaning down, planting a lingering kiss on her forehead.

I sighed, making my way out of the hospital room before I changed my mind, becoming agitated by the scraping sound of my chains, and I bent down to pick them up, hanging them over my shoulder.

Everyone knew when I was approaching, because they could hear me, and it pissed me off.

I walked past a few guards as I left the hospital, nodding at them as they gave me a knowing look. They were aware of where I was headed and what I was about to have to deal with, and my bet was that they were relieved they weren't on shift for it.

Their wolves would still have some degree of respect for Caspian, him having had authority over them in the past, and it would take a while for them to work past it.

Trudging through the grass, I rounded the corner and headed for the cells. They were located on the outskirts of the treeline, it being best that we kept them out of view from nosy passer-by's and curious children.

We had guards at them twenty-four-seven when someone was in there, but, it wasn't often in use. We only had them as a precaution.

A few wolves passed me, and they smiled and nodded out of respect. People knew better than to speak to me at the moment, aware that I was still recovering and was on edge about Mia's condition.

I quickened my pace, following the path that led down the hill, the grass drier and crispier over here, and my boots left large footprints in the ground.

I knew my chains would have left lines in the grass if I hadn't been carrying them too, and I was glad I had them hitched up over my shoulders. I didn't want people seeing that I had been here and following my steps, getting themselves into trouble.

The guard to the cells turned his head towards me as I came into view, and I peered in through the small cracks in the shed, the scent of my old third in command hitting me.

"I'm here to interrogate him," I told the guard, and he gave me one sharp nod, gulping harshly. I could tell that he was anxious about what I was going to do.

Caspian meant something to them, and he had once meant something to me too, but, I couldn't let that cloud my judgement anymore. He had betrayed us.

Ducking my head, I stepped into the small shed, taking a few steps at a time, darkness suddenly surrounding me, and I felt the wall to my left to flip on the light switch.

The bulb was dim and yellow, the artificial light burning my eyes for a few seconds before I reached the bottom of the steps, looking out into the dingy cells to see Caspian placed in the furthest one from the entrance.

It was deathly silent in here, and I made my way forwards and leaned against the cell opposite Caspian, hearing him sigh and turn to me, looking at me in shame.

"You do realise that killing Greg wasn't much of a peace offering?" I told him, a little offended that he thought that killing the scientist would make up for what he had put Mia and I through.

"It was worth trying," Caspian spoke, and I grimaced, his voice hoarse.

I wondered if he had been crying.

Probably not. He struggled to show emotion since his mate died.

"I really don't know what to do with you," I told him honestly, shaking my head.

It was the truth. There were only a couple of options.

I could keep Caspian here forever, but I knew he would soon grow tired of this environment and would try and escape.

Or, I could kill him.

But I didn't know if I was capable of that.

As angry as I was at him, I was unsure if my body and mind would allow myself to do so.

I was in a real predicament.

"Those look heavy," Caspian told me, nodding towards the chains that had been flung over my shoulders, and I shrugged at him.

"I still need to figure out how to get them off of Mia and I," I told him, and Caspian nodded in understanding, licking his lips as he settled down onto the floor, leaning up against the bars.

"I'm sure you could find a witch who could help," Caspian suggested.

"Maybe, but dark magic was used, and regular witches don't know those spells," I told him, causing Caspian to click his teeth, thinking.

"I guess not, but it's worth a shot."

"I'm not here to discuss this with you," I told him, growing frustrated with being in his presence. "I want to know the whereabouts of Ophelia."

Caspian sighed, gulping. "Lorenzo, I swear I don't know where she is."

"That's not good enough for me," I told him, taking a few steps closer to him, noticing how he gazed up at me in defeat, shaking his head.

"I don't know what else to say, man. I really don't," he muttered, and I huffed, pinching the bridge of my nose.

I needed to apply pressure.

I just needed something from him- a vague location he knew she spent her time, or even a place she had mentioned she had visited once before.

Any information would help.

"Well you better think fast, or you'll end up losing your life."

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