Half of them hugged their knees and rocked back and forth on dirty floor.
John reached down and plucked a needle from the ground. Giving it a long sniff, he threw it down in disgust. "Wolfeiturlyf."
"What kind of Alpha poisons his own pack?" Vance looked at the ragged faces around him.
"Wilkos has always been a cunt." John shrugged and turned to the ragged pack huddling in the house. He kicked one of the wolves gruffly and asked. “So where is he?"
No one said a word. A young wolf in the corner of the room cleared his throat. He was a thin little thing. Scars and bruises ran along his arms and there were tufts of missing hair on his scalp. Scabs dotted the crook of his arm, the space between his toes, and even along his neck. His nails were yellow and cracked. Several of his teeth were missing.
“Micah, don’t.” An older wolf trembled. “You know what he'll do to us. Please, Micah, please don't.” He looked up at John and Vance. "We don't know anything. I swear it. We don't."
Vance ignored the old wolf and knelt down by the young wolf. “Micah, if you have something to say, say it. Your Alpha stole someone important from me and I want her back.”
The young wolf Micah hesitated for a moment before he looked away and muttered. “He, he bought some land in Columbia. Has houses being built there. I don’t know if that’s where he’s taken her, but that’s where he’s been staying.”
They boy looked at his pack members. They avoided his gaze and scooted away from him as if he were diseased.
"How long has this been happening?" Vance asked.
"I don't know. I, I shouldn't tell you anymore. He'll get mad at me. I've said too much." Micah crawled away and hugged himself, rocking back and forth, muttering. "I've said too much. Please don't tell him. Please don't..."
"Columbia, eh? That's a tough nut to crack." John pursed his lips as Vance stood up. "What do you reckon we ought to do with this lot?"
"One thing at a time, John. First we get my Mate back, then we'll make Wilkos pay for his crimes."
Chapter 5
Elissa woke with a start. She was disoriented and didn’t know where she was. She looked around her and tried to place her surroundings. Then it all came rushing back to her.
She had gone in the kitchen to retrieve another order when a hand closed around her mouth. Then everything went black. Now she was here, handcuffed to this bed.
She still didn’t understand why she was here. That doctor, Whitley, had come back and took more of her blood. Knowing her captor was injecting it into himself gave her creeps. She wanted Vance. She always felt safe when she was with him. There was just something about him. She would give anything to be wrapped in his arms right now.
Elissa heard noise in the hallway in front of her room. She immediately tensed not wanting to be stuck with more needles.
When her door opened, it was one of the ladies who came in to bring her food and to let her go to the bathroom. She didn’t know how long she had been there. There were no windows in her cell and the hours had started running together.
The woman set her food down in front of her on the bed. She didn’t look at her and looked as if she was scared.
“Do you need to relieve yourself?”
Elissa saw a bruise on the woman’s face and anger spiked immediately. “Did he do this to you? Did he hit you?”
The woman’s eyes got big and she started rushing around, trying to finish her duties.
“Are you ok?” It was kind of ironic for her to be asking someone else that given her predicament, but the woman looked as if she was being mistreated.
She left without answering any of the questions that Elissa asked her. Elissa closed her eyes and tried not to cry. She didn’t know if she would ever get out of this place. She couldn’t stay here. She had to find a way out.
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Vance had just received the call he had