Second Chances

Chapter 17: The prison

Ember:

“Bring his father her now, bring his whole family. We will punish them for his crime. Get this swine outside of slight before I change my mind,” Damien ordered, before releasing the man. The man choked on his new found breath, coughing as air entered her lungs.

“Please, I’m sorry, I will do anything. Please, just don’t hurt my family,” Kevin plead as the door opened. The guards entered and dragged him away, screaming, pleading.

I could see Damien slamming his fit on against the wall. Had he been weaker, his hand would have broken because of the impact. He had every right to be full of anger. His men plotted against him. They were trying to force his Luna and his children out of his pack. Damien’s wolf would survive without my support. There are no third chance mates. He almost died losing his first. They could have killed him. Maybe that was their plan along. Just maybe they wanted too weak Damien so that they could take control of Blood Moon. It wasn’t too far off from being a likely outcome if I would have run away from the pack taking his children with me. Of course, I would never dream of leaving my mate or our pack.

This was where we both belong and would spend the rest of our lives together here.

Soon they brought in another prisoner and, much to my distress, it was the man who threw himself at the protection spell. I could see his wounds had been tended too, as they had wrapped his hands in cloth. When he was brought into the room, he was still screaming that name, while fighting the guards who lead him there.

“Kristen! I want to see Kristen, please.. please I need to see her again,” the prisoner screamed, as they fought to tie him the chair. He almost came loose, but a warrior injected with a fresh dose of wolfsbane. He calmed for a moment, his screaming coming quiet mutter, the name never leaving his lips.

“Gamma Bradon, do you know why you are here?” Jutus questioned, pulling his file from his bag and placing it on the table.

“Kristen,” He muttered quietly as his eyes fluttered, sweat dripping from his forehead as his body couldn’t remain still for more than a moment.

“You are here because you attack your Luna. Now the other men confessed to wanting to drive the Luna from her mate and her pack. As you threw yourself into her protection spell, it’s clear that you wish more that, didn’t you?” Jutus questions, pointing to the burns on his arms.

“No, I just… I just wanted to save Kristen,” He muttered, leaning lower in his chair, no longer holding open his eyes.

“Kristen is dead,” Jutus stated coldly. “She was never there. Stop pretending and tell the truth or we will force it out of you.”

“Kristen isn’t gone. I saw her, she was there. She was sitting in the booth with those children and that witch. I saw her, my sister…. I saw her,” He cried out, his eyes full of tears. He must have really believed that he had seen his sister. What other reason would he have for hurting himself? Clearly, this man was sick and needed help because he couldn’t have seen a dead woman.

“I can’t believe you would try this stunt. Do think because I didn’t kill your father for being mad that it would fool me into not killing you? This ends now. Tell the truth, or you will beheaded and soon will that nut you call a father for treason against your Luna,” Damien demand his fist connecting with the table, denting it slightly.

“You aren’t listening, the Luna.. the women with the children is Kristen. Your mate is my sister. I don’t know how and don’t care, but she is alive and I need to see her, please,” the prisoner screamed as he tried to break free from his chains. He was only hurting himself more. I could see him bleeding through his cloth wrapping and the chains strained against him.

“Bradon, calm the f**k down,” Jutus screamed, pushing him back down in his chair and pulling his chains tight so he could no longer move. Damien stared on, thinking about the words for the man.

I doubt they could be true. I wasn’t even a werewolf. They did not find anywhere near me, near this pack, and I looked nothing like the man. Clearly, he was ill and needed help. Help that he wasn’t getting here. It wasn’t right to keep someone as ill as him lock away; it wasn’t right to punish him. He wasn’t in this right mind. Losing his sister was too much to bear and now, like his father, he had completely lost his senses.

“I will not have you telling such lies.” His body was trembling with rage as he stated, "I should cut out your tongue." I shook my head. He was sick, not a criminal. He didn’t even understand what he was saying. I could understand why Damien was so pissed. This man was saying something that was impossible and we both knew it. But that didn’t mean he shouldn’t have help.

Damien and I would need to talk about this later. It was my job. After all, protect those in need in the pack.

“I’m not lying. Bring her here. Let me talk to her, I show you. She has to remember her own brother… take her to my father, so him. He will tell you… please just for once listen to me. Everyone told me she was dead, but I knew better,” the man screamed and cried, his face turning red, his body trembling.

“That will never happen, guards,” Damien called.