Chapter 26


    Chapter 26 Twenty Six


    She''s point of view


    I scurried out of Killian''s office; I simply couldn''t stand the heat in there. I raced to my chamber without


    looking back. As soon as I was in, I mmed the door shut, my body leaning on it. My heartbeat was


    spiraling out of control, hammering hard against my chest, my body still trembling from the effect of


    Killian''s body on mine.


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    I sighed, plopping on my bed. My gaze stares up at the nk air. I was rooted in that position for a long


    time, several thoughts grazing through my mind as time flew by and twilight slowly crept in.


    I went down for my dinner, but instead of having my meal in the castle dining halls, where I''d be forced


    to tolerate Thea, I followed Brielle and Ria to the packhouse, which was only a short distance from the


    lonely castle walls. It was my first time stepping into the Packhouse since my stay so far was limited to


    the castle grounds and the garden. But I wanted to step out more, and get to know more about the


    pack and its members. I wanted them to get to know me a little better. I couldn''tpete with Thea.


    Though she barely mingled around, everyone in the pack seemed to think highly of her.


    I shook out of my depressing thoughts when Ria ced a te of food before me. I was in therge


    Packhouse dining hall, with Ria, Brielle, and many of the pack members seated around the tables,


    chattering over dinner. It was better to have dinner here than to be encamped in the close space of the


    castle with Killian and Thea.


    Thankfully, the awkwardness that stalked the air when I entered the Packhouse was no more. I felt


    morefortable with every passing second as I ate my food.


    By the time I was done with my meal, the moon was standing up in the sky, its bright rays piercing into


    the darkness that surrounded us as Ria and I left Brielle and Allen and headed back to the castle.


    Tonight I skipped training with Morgan because my mind and body felt exhausted, and the ache in my


    head was back. As soon as I reached my chamber, I changed into morefortable clothing, slipping


    under the covers on my bed. I felt exhausted and tried to fall asleep, ignoring the growing ache in my


    head.


    I wasn''t aware of how deeply I had slept. I gasped awake in the blinding darkness that encircled my


    chamber. I couldn''t move a muscle. The harmless pain that pounded against my skull had spread


    around my body, its sharp pain causing me to groan deeply into the cold night.


    It felt like I was going to die, with pain writhing through every bone in my body, which seemed to contort


    against its joints. Another painful cry escaped my lips as I began thrashing on the bed, begging for the


    new pain that crawled into my chest to stop. It was as if it pierced my very own soul, while more pain


    pounded against my skull.


    It felt almost as if the pains that surged through my body had fused into one at the back of my mind,


    wanting freedom. My heart banged against my chest as I kept thrashing on the bed. The pain at the


    back of my mind kept on growing as if giving birth to a life. The pain intensified, and I could hear faint


    whispers again, echoing in my head. It sounded weak and tired, but I was in too much pain to even


    make out anything.


    The more the whisper kept echoing in my head, the more the pain intensified. The whispers were


    bing more frequent and more urgent, demanding to be heard and craving freedom.


    I groaned, tears slipping from the corner of my closed eyes, through all the chaos storming within me. I


    heard it. It was in a faint whisper, but I could hear the soft voice that broke through the wild storm in my


    mind, putting an end to the pain and chaos in my soul.


    "Hi there, I am Adie, your wolf,"


    My eyes shot open, glowing a bright shade of blue that burned my eyes.


    What the heck?!


    ***


    Third person''s point of view


    It was at the peak of midnight, and the night''s air was colder. The moon shone brightly from its abode,


    trailing the subtle movements of the shadow that moved into the castle, wearing a long, hooded


    garment.


    The figure moved hastily, the cold night''s air registering its presence, and the moon discreetly trailed


    behind it. There was only a light movement in the air, as the figure walkedpletely unseen. It moved


    carefully within the familiar castle walls, swiftly taking turns down every hallway. Moving with aim to the


    castle dungeon.


    The figure moved deeper into the dungeon''s darkness, and with a snap of the finger, yellow mes


    burned the wooden torches glued to the walls at every corner of the dungeon, illuminating the entire


    ce.


    This sudden action caused a stir in one of the cages. There was a light movement of metallic shackles


    against each other and a painful groan from the cage.


    The figure came to a halt directly in front of the cage bars, dark eyes falling on the man crouched on his


    knees, both hands pinned to the wall by metallic chain shackles. The man groaned again from the


    wolfbane that was feasting on his skin, torturing him.


    He mustered a lot of strength to push his head up, his gaze holding that of the figure in the long hooded


    garment.


    "You sure took your sweet time." Rowan''s voice was strained and dry, his words escaping in a helpless


    whisper. He could barely keep his head fixed on the figure.


    "Get these bloody things off me," he said again, feeling his throat too dry to make any more sounds.


    The figure moved closer to the metallic bars that stood between the man and the figure.


    Again, the finger rose in the air, and with a wave, the shacklesced with the poisonous wolfsbane


    came crashing against the humid and hard floor, but it''s shrilling sounds against the floor never


    escaped the walls of the dungeon.


    Rowan sighed in relief, but could barely get up.


    "So what now? Your whole n failed. That woman wasn''t executed as you had hoped for, and I am in


    a bloody mess. " Rowan spat in pure rage and vexation. His voice was not above a whisper, but his


    visitor could hear him just fine.


    "You have to get me out of here," This time he attempted to gaze at the face of the person before him.


    "Tomorrow, at the first light of dawn, the Alpha himself ising to see me. You know how dangerous


    that is. His lips moved again, but still, the person before him didn''t utter a word, instead kept on


    regarding him with an expressionless dark gaze Rowan couldn''t fathom.


    "Say something," He was getting a little pissed at the person''s silence and more frustrated at his


    situation. "I am here because of you," he sparked furiously.


    "Lose that bloody tone of yours," For the first time the figure spoke, it sounded like that of a female. The


    voice held great intensity as the figure moved closer to the bars separating them. The burning torches


    illuminated the face, allowing Rowan to see perfectly. "If you did things right, that idiot of a Luna


    wouldn''t be alive this instant." The voice was furious, her words holding hatred and dislike for his


    apparent failure.


    Rowan fell silent as if pondering something, his eyes forced to meet the dark gaze of his visitor. "You


    could have killed her yourself. Why did you have to create this whole drama in the first ce?"


    "There''s no fun in that, it''s much entertaining to have the fucking Alpha murder his own mate," Her


    voice was filled with rage.


    "That doesn''t matter right now. First, you have to get me out of here, "Rowan said.


    Even though her face was covered by the hood above her head, Rowan could make out the blinding


    rage that shed on her face.


    It frightened him so much that the pain in his body vibrated against every joint in his body. "We don''t


    have much time. Let me free." He urged


    The figure in front of him had her hands folded against her chest, her gaze fixed on him.


    Rowan''s chest prickled with fear at her hesitation. He sucked in the pain tormenting his flesh and


    bones, forcing himself to stand.


    "Alpha Killian will be here tomorrow, wanting answers. We both know we wouldn''t want him to find out


    about you just yet, because otherwise all your efforts and ns will be flushed away, and you will be


    the one getting executed instead. "


    His words seemed to anger the figure all the more. And this made Rowan smile.


    "If you don''t want me saying things I shouldn''t, set me free now and I''ll leave this ce."


    "You are right, I wouldn''t want you saying things you shouldn''t," A sick smile haunted her round lips.


    "Thank you so much for your service all this while, but unfortunately, this is as far as you go,"


    Rowan''s eyes widened as her words echoed in his ears. "You can''t–" He began, his heart jamming


    against his chest as she pulled her hand up in the air.


    With a snap, his insides burned profusely with his lips sealed shut, allowing not a single cry to leave his


    lips.


    Rowan clutched his chest, feeling the murdering pain in his chest, and immediately, he copsed on


    the hard floor, dead.


    Her dark gaze examined his body coldly with disdain. Without wasting time, she moved out of the


    dungeon and into the moonlit night that witnessed it all, fading out of sight.