Chapter 55 Missed Details
~Gale~
It was early morning when I got back in the pack. Instead of heading to the mansion, I ditched the car right outside the village and went into the woods. I should get myself a car, one for personal use. These SUVs were getting tiring to drive around.
This was forbidden grounds. Only the Alpha, the Head Gamma, and I could come here freely until the Red Point Unit was authorized.
Not long after, the building came into view. Its walls fifteen three meters of concrete and steel, the windows barred and set at the top. The high glass ceiling was the only way out, but they were tied down to ensure an escape wouldn’t happen. It’d be too dangerous to let any prisoner out, not for the pack, but the escapee. The RedPoint was… oddly creative with what they…we… do.
The tools and toys, including the experimental ones, hung on the walls, some in glass casings for display and some for “special occasions”, whatever those were. The neatly laid-out blades on top of the medal table were a mix of the usual everyday tools and their own “inventions”. It was a hobby of theirs too bizarre for my taste that it being around them took getting used to when we were with the pack. They cared for the pack and each other, their loyalty proved time and time again.
No one would suspect these guys were cold-blooded, torture-loving people. If I didn’t know any better, Liam kept them because they were the best at it.
But who am I to judge? We all have our shadows.
They had their own morals to abide with, and I had mine. It just so happened that this time, we were on the same side.
“Enough,” I ordered, and the masked man stepped back. Here, we used no names. They were different, and so they wore masks, each custom-designed to their liking. This one wore a metal mask with a line of chains from where the cheeks ought to be. It had holes for his eyes, ashen gray – his wolf was in control.
“Leave us.”
After a slight bow, he hung his mask by the door then left. I sat on a chair opposite the prisoner. At least Rigel had enough sense in him not to kill the rogue, immediately. The cuts on his face began healing, and so did the rest of him. He must’ve pissed Metal Mask off…
His face shined with a layer of sweat and blood as he panted heavily for air. Gil growled at me.
This was taking too long. Taking a bottle from the table, I opened the cap and moved closer to him.
Impressive.
He held his murderous gaze without flinching.
“Tough, aren’t you?”
Bound on the floor with wolfsbane laced silver chains on a kneeling position, the rattling sounds made as his bundled muscles flexed were always, to some degree, satisfying.
Fisting his matted brown hair, I held his head up.
“Drink,” I ordered, as I held the bottle close to his chapped thin lips.
“Fuck… you…,” he said with much difficulty.
The hard way it is then…
His wounds healed faster after drinking the potion. I waited for his breathing to normalize. Too tired myself, I wanted this to be over with so I could report to Liam.
Thankfully, Liam spared his life. When Anna went missing, almost all our prisoners… died… in the most gruesome way. It was rather creative, what he did. Then again, he revived the Red Point Unit when the founding members were all killed, and the program was shut down.
“You know, this can all end once you start talking. Which pack are you from?”
“A ghost pack,” he answered gruffly.
I’m not in the mood for this. I shouldn’t have sent Metal Mask away.
“A few days after you attack our Luna, our pack comes under siege,” I said calmly, then shouted, “Where is she?”
He raised his eyes at me, mockery visible in them. My wolf whimpered in my head.
We shouldn’t sympathize with the enemy!
“Every once in a while, the Beta takes pity on his prisoner and asks for some time alone. At first, he watched on the sides. Over time, his pity gets the better of him. He gives his prisoner potions,” he said with a mocking tone.
“I don’t do it out of pity.”
A burst of roaring laughter erupted from his mouth. “Your hair color matches your scent. Do you want to know what you smell like to your mate, Beta?”
Gil whimpered louder.
“Enough! Tell me where she is right now, or I will end you myself. Don’t you think for a second I won’t do it?”
“Ha! Do it, then. Let’s see if you have the balls to do something other than bark.” His lips pulled into a smile as he beckoned me to act upon my words. “What’s wrong, Beta? Can’t walk the talk? Can’t… kill your own mate?” He started laughing as I stood frozen.
Then he stopped. I threw a knife at him, shutting him up.
“Well, well, well… looks like you have a soft spot for me after all.”
The knife merely grazed his cheek. It was already healing when I raised my head at him.
“You’re not my mate,” I said firmly. “You’re my enemy.”
“Ooh… I don’t think my niece would be happy to hear that,” he said smirking.
Who?
“You look surprised, Beta. Well, frankly, you look like shit.” He chuckled. “For giving me a cut, I’ll tell you something good. Don’t you think if she wanted to be here, she’d be here by now?”
“What are you saying?” I asked, sweat breaking out on my back.
“I’m saying she’s home now. Her true home. My Alpha has returned, mate. Why would she want to come back here?”
“Where is she?” I demanded as I stomped over to him and grabbed him by the collar, the smirk plastered on his lips. “You can’t be her –“
“Uncle?” he asked. “I’m her mother’s brother. Anything else you want to know about me?”
“Where is she!”
“Home.”
I released him then made my way back to the table. I put on a pair of leather gloves with silver spikes attached around the knuckles.
“Fine. Have it your way,” I said as I tightened each on my fist.
He raised a brow at me. “You can’t be-“
I cut him off with a kick to his head. “Tell me where she is, right now!”
He spat blood and chuckled. “Why don’t you suck my dick and maybe I’ll tell you?”
Don’t make me do this!
I raised my fist. I froze when deep blue eyes met mine. His wolf was in control.
“The Alpha is home,” he said in a voice that didn’t sound quite human. “If she wants to return, she will.”
“She cannot be an Alpha! She is our Luna. Where have you taken her!”
“Home,” he answered. “We will not tell you anymore. We cannot.”
His chin dropped to his chest as his wolf retreated. He’d passed out.
“Mate,” said my wolf.
“He’s not our mate, Gil. He can’t be.”
Gil whimpered.
“He’s under an Order. You let them hurt him,” he said.
A link asked to connect. It was Lexy. Putting down my guard, I answered her.
“Gale, come back. We need you back here,” she said urgently.
“What’s wrong? Are you alright? What’s happening?”
“It’s the White Lake Pack,” she said, sounding panicked. This wasn’t like her. “Their Alpha is back.”
“What Alpha? Flynn?” I asked, confused.
“His father,” she replied.
But… his father’s… dead.
