Chapter 81
Chapter 81
Caden’s POV
I’m sitting on a chair ced beside my bed, gripping Alessia’s hand in mine, and praying to the
Moon. goddess that she pulls through this.
ording to the pack doctor, the knife that was used on both Alessia and Jake had beenced with
a deadly venom that currently has no cure. It’s a venom that can only be created by the strongest
witch and now that venom is running through Alessia’s and Jake’s veins, killing them from within.
Alessia didn’t inject much of the venom so the pack doctor is hoping that her supernatural healing
will be enough to pull her through it. Jake isn’t so lucky.
The de had stabbed him just below his heart and nothing short of the antidote will be able to
save his life. They manage to revive him and have him shift back into his human form. I shudder as
I remember the painful screams he had let out when his body had shifted back. It must have been
excruciatingly painful, but the only way the pack doctor can decipher just how badly he’s hurt is to
have him shift back into his human form. It was one of the few times that I’ve seen a man wring and
twist on the bed as he probably prays for a quick death. He had to be given a sedative before he
could fall asleep.
Sighing, my head drops on the bed, weariness tearing at me and wearing me down. I refuse to fall
asleep and miss Alessia waking up or not be close to her when she needs something. That’s why
I’ve been seated right beside her for the better part of a day. Yet, there’s still no sign of her waking
her and I have my suspicions that the pack doctor is now avoiding me because I keep harassing
him for any development on the antidote.
Standing up from the chair that probably has a permanent imprint of my a s s on it, I throw onest
nce at Alessia’s lithe form on the bed and head for the door. Opening it softly, I slip out and shut
it behind me.
Then I start walking with one destination in mind.
Pushing the metallic dopr leading to the dungeon open, I walk in and bask in the screams and yells
coming from the man in the corner. A man that’s cowarding against the wall as Alex presses a hot
rod into his shoulder.
I walk over to them and ce a palm on Alex’s shoulder. “I’ll take it from here,” I say and smile
darkly as the color in the man’s face drains away, his terror clear as day.
He throws up, bending at the waist with his palms nted on the dirty floor, but since he hasn’t
been given any food in the day that he has been here, all thates out of him is dry heaves.
Crunching my nose, I nce at the weakling in disgust before looking back at Alex. “Go keep watch
at the boulders.”
He nods, walking over to the only table in the room and dropping the hot rod on top. He nods
respectfully at me once more before he steps out of the dungeon, leaving me and that man alone.
The man quivers, tears rolling down his eyes as he presses his back into the wall behind him,
probably
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hoping to disappear from my line of view. I can’t exactly me him for the way he’s acting.
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Ever since the attack, I’ve been visiting him hourly, inflecting tiny irrevocable injuries on him for
every hour that Alessia doesn’t open her eyes. Right now, his right hand is a stump, having lost all
his five fingers. His left hand still had one more finger left on it. A finger that I’ming for.
I’ve made sure to have him treated after every session we have. Thank d for werewolves super
superhealing powers. I want him to be alive for as long as Alessia is asleep and when she wakes
up, that’s the day he’ll take hisst breath. It’ll be better if I can get something out of him before then
but I’m not really picky. I’ll find who is behind this with or without his help.
Walking over to the whimpering man curled up in a ball on the floor, I clutch the front of his shirt and
make sure to avoid the puddle of vomit on the floor. I drag him toward the chair in the room and
dump his a s s into it.
Then I walk towards the table, running my fingers across the various weaponsid out across it,
looking for my choice of weapon for today.
My fingersnd on a knife, almost identical to the one he used on Alessia and Jake. I smile
sinisterly as I pick it out of the line of weapons and head over to my victim.
He shudders as he sees the object in my hand as I approach him, but he knows better than to try to
run away. Thest time he did that, it cost him an extra finger.
I stalk towards him, relishing the terror in his eyes, and smiling once I see the liquid sliding onto the
floor from his chair. I can’t even count the number of times that I’ve made him lose control of his
dder. Yet, he still won’t give away who he’s working for. Not that I’m giving up anytime soon. I’m
sure that I’ll be able to cra c k him open one of these days.
Standing in front of him, I lean over so that over faces are close. “Is today going to be the day that
you finally talk?” I ask, itching to dig that knife into his flesh, but I have to draw this out. I can’t make
him lose too much blood or it’ll be over before I even start. I hate leaving early and heading back to
that room where Alessiays motionless on the bed.
He s ob s, sinking into the chair as I draw out a pool of blood from his arm.? 2024 N?v/el/Dram/a.Org.