Chapter Three
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She chuckled. “-too much of you,” she said. “Did you think I would let you torture me all along just for you to disrupt my well-laid plans of escape?” She takes leaning forward just a bit. Then she straightened to her full length and smiled a cocky one.
He growled in a low tone.
The north vanished and a lethal light gleaned deep in her grey eyes. “You will never lay a finger on me again, Duncan.”
He brought one gargantuan paw forward.
“Not to worry,” she said. “I won’t reject you. I want you to feel all the pain and anguish there is to feel through this cursed bond.” She smirked. “You will be paying, Duncan, and I’ll be seeing you.”
As if in cue, they launched into the air at once. Duncan towards her and Drew toward the opposite direction.
He landed on the exact spot she had been standing on.
No one.
He glanced up at the mocking laugh and his breathe hitched in his throat.
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One moment she was there, right there before him, mocking him with her laughter, and the every next she was gone. Just vanished into thin air. Leaving him in that - that woods accompanied by his dead comrades, the still-standing-but-slackened ones, a twisting agony and a loud menacing growl.
He drove his fist into the cabinet close to him and sent it crashing at his feet.
He trembled from the sheer strength of his rage. His jaw, anymore clenched, was verily in the verge of being shattered.
“How?” he asked in a tone so light it belied the enormity of the emotions raging thunderously within him. “How did she escape?”
Silence.
His dungeons were fourteen times more fortified that even that if w royal family. Or so he assumed. There were artifacts in place solely for witches, mechanisms installed for vampires and wolves as well.
He had mine suspected Drew to be a witch and so, had been ten times certain his dungeons could hold her.
But how wrong he had been proven to be. For right now this same Drew was no where to be found on pack grounds, let alone the dungeons; and to think he had assigned the very best of the best to guard and watch her!
Idiots!
Incompetent fools!
The link vibrates with the ferocity of his rage and words, cowering the guards.
Slowly, he turned - painfully - very painfully; and when he did his eyes were golden. When next he spoke, Dexter growled and pushed viscously to take control and show his face. “I demand an answer.”
Ian, his second-in-command in the patrol guard, stepped forward. “We had no idea a breakout was taking place,” he said. “Until I had gone to deliver Luna’s meal and found the dungeon guards unconscious and her cell gate ajar, and no one inside.” He swallowed, hard. “It was at that point that I had sounded an alarm and the chase to recapture her was launched.”
Duncan growled hard. Claws on full display. His facial bones metamorphosing in an almost shift.
Flint, his Beta, stepped forward. “We need to talk,” he said. “Privately.”
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