The last saint (Guardians of Red moon city #5) {In Progress}

Chapter 9

Henry's POV

"What do we do?”

The situation is extremely serious, and we feel completely helpless. Our beloved mate, whom we cherish with all our hearts, is locked in a cold and dark cell, and we can feel her despair from afar. The pain and anxiety that my wolf and I feel is almost unbearable. Even Colby cries inconsolably in Killian's head as he too feels the gravity of the situation. Killian, typically composed and even, mutters to himself in frustration, adding to the already tense atmosphere. We are frantically looking for a way to free our mate, but the truth is that it is not an easy task. Life can be incredibly unfair, and this moment seems to be the epitome of that fact. The cell door is strong, sturdy and impenetrable, with guards who are vigilant and ruthless.

We long for a simple solution, a way to open the cell door, lift our mate to safety and disappear without a trace. However, we know that such a solution is unlikely, and we need to find another way to outwit those who have falsely accused our beloved mate and save her. We must proceed with the utmost care, accuracy and precision, since every step we make is closely monitored. We cannot afford to make any mistakes, because the consequences can be serious. With a deep breath, I look at my trusted friend and companion, hoping to find some comfort in the midst of this turmoil. His eyes meet mine, and I can see the determination and strength of his gaze. Together we find a way to free her and bring her back to safety.

But it will require excellent strategic planning, intelligence and cunning. We must be prepared for all possible outcomes and adapt to unforeseen circumstances that may arise. Our mate's life is at stake, and we can't afford to let her down.

"I feel lost and overwhelmed, Killian. My mind is clouded with fatigue and irritation, and I just can't see what steps to take. It's been like this since she was locked up, and it affects my daily life. I struggle to focus on tasks, and my motivation has taken a hit. I don't know what we can do.”

For the past few days, Killian and I have been grappling with this particularly stubborn thought that refuses to give way. Despite our best efforts, we seem to have faced a brick wall, and I am beginning to wonder if we have exhausted all our options. The stress and confusion that has plagued me has become almost palpable as if it has seeped into my bones and taken up permanent residence there. As I sit here, running my hands over my face, I can feel the weight of exhaustion coming in after a long day spent trying to solve this seemingly insurmountable problem. The constant mental and emotional strain takes its toll on me, and I feel like I'm barely holding it together.

"I recommend that we become more involved in the ongoing investigation," I suggest, with a sense of urgency inside as I consider the complex and challenging condition at hand. "Given the seriousness of the situation, I believe it is important that we take a proactive approach and delve into the issue. By doing so, we can gain a better understanding of the problem and identify potential solutions that may have been overlooked. By conducting further searches or engaging with those directly affected by the issue to gain their insights and perspectives. Finally, our goal should be to contribute meaningfully to solving the problem and getting our mate back faster.”

Killian seems to show great dissatisfaction with the current circumstances. His frustration is shown by the low mumbling noises he makes and the frequent wobbling back and forth. These actions reflect his view that the challenges we currently face are difficult and unpleasant. In other words, it is obvious that Killian is having a hard time dealing with the situation.

"Our Alphas will never allow it," he says firmly. "We are too close to the problem. They will argue that we cannot be objective, and they are right about that. Can you really be objective?”

His voice is initially strong and confident, but as he continues it gradually becomes quieter and more subdued. The tension in the room is obvious, almost suffocating, as if the air itself is thickening around us. His face is etched with worry and concentration as he grapples with the weight of the decision that must be made. Every word, gesture and breath seems to carry enormous weight and meaning, underlining the seriousness. Despite the pressure, he remains an image of balance and professionalism, determined to see the matter to its end with the utmost care. Otherwise, she will die. As I attentively listen to the words he says, I take a short moment to reflect on our current harsh reality.

It becomes quite clear to me that we are heavily involved in this matter, and our feelings cloud our judgment. It is an extremely difficult task to remain neutral when we feel so eagerly about what is happening. However, just sitting idle and watching things unfold is not an option. For the sake of progress and resolution, action is necessary, and we must examine all available options. All possible ways must be examined exhaustively in order to make the best possible decisions.

"I know it won't be easy, but we have to try," I say, my voice resolute. "We owe it to ourselves and to everyone who counts on us. We can't just give up.”

Have you ever found yourself in a situation where you suspect your partner is being dishonest, hiding something from you, or even cheating? It can be an incredibly challenging and emotionally charged dilemma that can leave you confused, hurt, and emotional. Despite your best efforts to remain objective, it's natural for doubts to start creeping in, and you may wonder if you can uncover the truth without losing your sanity or damaging your relationship. In this situation, we must remember that our emotions can cloud our judgment, making it challenging to distinguish fact from fiction. We can begin to question our mate's every move, and every word can even be a potential lie. How can we live with that knowledge?

At the same time, it is also important that we take a step back and try to be as objective as possible. We need to think about our evidence and try to see it from the perspective of an outsider. What would I think if I looked at the situation from the outside?

But it is also necessary to realize that I can be torn between my love for her and my sense of Justice. Justice is imprinted in the DNA of a beta; that's who we are. What if the suspicions of the Royals turn out to be true? Will I be able to confront her and deal with the consequences of the pain, or will I have to let my alpha take over? It is a difficult decision to make, and there is no one solution that will suit everyone. I have to do what's best for me and our family's safety.

If I decide to confront her, I will have to approach the situation with a sharpened head and keep my emotions in check. Be prepared for a range of responses —she may deny everything, get angry, or even try to flip the cards and accuse me of something. Not that I think she would, though. No matter how it turns out, it is important that we keep calm and try to get to the bottom of what really happened. But in the end, no matter how I twist and turn this, the situation is complex and requires careful consideration and reflection.

"No..."I admit, finally. "I'm afraid I can't be impartial.”

As I sit in the quiet library, lost and confused, I can't help but reflect on the events that led me here. The library, with its high ceilings and ornate bookshelves, usually an oasis of peace and quiet, feels inadequate to offer the comfort we crave. The sweet scent of old books permeates the air, and the sound of pages turning can be heard from the bookshelves nearby. The warm sunlight filters through the large, arched windows and casts an inviting glow across the room, but it fails to dispel the confusion and anxiety that fills my mind. Despite the peaceful surroundings, my thoughts rush like a racing car, and my feelings are in turmoil. I can't help but feel that my assessment is clouded, and I'm unsure what steps to take next.

Killian sits down on the plush sofa opposite me, his kind eyes fixing on mine. I have always appreciated his ability to listen, and today it is no different. His reassuring presence gives a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos of my thoughts. As we sit together, the library seems to fade into the background, and I am grateful for the comfort of his company, even if in silence. As he’s about to formulate a reply, an abrupt and unforeseen mindlink forcefully interjects. It’s an emergency mindlink that swiftly and effortlessly infiltrates our thoughts, leaving us both momentarily bewildered and muted. The experience is akin to a sudden and intense jolt, as if our minds have been electrically charged and then discharged, leaving behind a lingering sensation of disorientation.

There’s something wrong with the witch; she’s bleeding from all orifices! One of the guards screams, and our Alphas quickly give orders.

The news hits Killian and me like a bolt of lightning, jolting us from our seats in the library. The sudden surge of concern and fear for our mate sends our hearts racing as we try to comprehend the situation. We’re both determined to reach her as quickly as possible, no matter the obstacles in our path. However, before we can even take a step towards the door, my alpha’s voice booms out, commanding me not to go. He warns me that seeing my mate in her current state will be too much for me to bear. Jowy’s anger, already simmering at the surface, boils over, and the tension in the room almost explodes. I can feel my frustration and desperation mounting as I struggle to understand what’s happening. Jowy lets out a low, rumbling growl, his impatience evident as he fidgets with his dark paws.

Come on, Henry, we can’t waste any more time! He urges, his tone is pressing and insistent.

We arrive at the dungeon in seconds, our paws skidding to a halt. As soon as we shift back to our human forms, our attention is drawn to the guards who are carrying our mate out of the door. Despite the presence of Alphas and royals, my focus is solely on my pale and beautiful mate, who’s lying limp in the guard’s arms. Killian, lets out a fierce growl, his eyes blazing with anger as he snatches our mate from the guard’s arms before turning and running towards the pack hospital. I follow closely behind, my wolf howling with dread and my heart pounding with terror as we make our way towards the hospital. Despite the objections and commands from our alpha and the royals, I’m determined to be by my mate’s side.

Nothing will come between us, and I will fight tooth and nail to be with my beloved mate during this trying time.

A/N:

Hello there!

I wanted to check in with you after the release of the new chapter. I hope you found it enjoyable and engaging. As always, I value your opinions and feedback on the story. Do let me know what you thought of it and if there's anything you would like to see in future chapters. By the way, I have a few questions that have been on my mind since the last chapter.

~ What do you think is going on with Anastasia?

~ Do you think she's going to be okay?

Sending you hugs and kisses!