Wolves and Daggers

ChapterTwo

Lia’s POV

They threw me into a cell, I had struggled and yelled out my innocence but they would not listen.

After that two men had come in and taken samples from the blood under my nails before I was left alone. I am not sure how long I have been here, but I have been curled up in a corner of the cell while my mind raced.

Every time I try to recall the events of last night, I draw a blank followed by the sharp pain in my head.

Trepidation makes my heart race, I would not actually kill the Alpha in a fit of anger, right? My wolf is not as powerful as he is, right? Multiple thoughts flood my head and soon I have a banging headache coupled with my growling stomach.

The cell door suddenly opens and I lift my head slowly, scared that any sudden movement would make my aching head worse, “Lia,” relief floods me and I look up to see Tyrel. He stands at the door but makes no move to step into the cell.

“Tyrel, you have to help me,” I cannot move because my hands have been bound to the floor, “They are saying I killed Alpha Verrick, I could never…”

“Then who did,” his words are harsh but his voice sounds hoarse and tired, “Who would want to kill my father, Lia?” he spits.

“I didn’t do it,” I try to sound convincing but voice wavers at the end, “I didn’t kill him. How can a lowly Omega kill an Alpha?"

He suddenly walks up to me and I get a proper view of his face, he bears a striking resemblance to his father but today his face is red and I am not sure if it is from anger or pain or both, “You were the last person to see him, your scent is everywhere in his room.

It all points to you, Lia!”

I flinch and draw back into myself, I want to argue, I normally would but when I open my mouth only a sob comes out. Tears flood my eyes as pain settles in my throat, “I didn’t do it, I didn’t do it.”

Tyrel is my only friend in the pack, he just like his father took me in like his family and has always stood by me even in my most stupid decisions. He was the perfect older brother, but seeing him look at me with the same disgust as Beta Lucas rips through my heart painfully.

“Then prove it to me, where were you last night?” he leans forward and I shrink even further into myself, “I cannot believe you without proof, Lia, my father is f*****g dead!” he explodes.

“You would have believed me with or without proof,” I say softly and the room falls silent. Tyrel stands over me while I am balled up on the floor, my arms wrapped tightly around my leg. I squeeze my arm even tighter as if looking for something to anchor me to a reality that would make more sense, nothing is adding up right now.

“The test results came back, it is my father’s blood under your nails,” Tyrel says softly, for the first time since he walked in there is no anger in his voice. When I look up at him, I watch the tears drop from his eyes.

“They would hold your trial tomorrow to decide what to do with you.”

He walks out, slamming the cell door behind him, loud enough for it to shake me to my core. I stare into the empty darkness for a long time, no matter how hard I try I cannot seem to remember what happened last night so I wait for the ball to drop.

There is no window in the cell so I am not able to tell time, I just know I am too scared to sleep for fear something worse might happen while I sleep. I keep trying to reach my wolf but she still would not come out, she would not actually kill an Alpha, would she?

At the sound of the cell door scraping open, I sit up straight and look towards the door despite the sharp pain ringing in my head. I can only make out the silhouette of the person standing at the door but his smell already gave him away.

“Rise and shine murderer,” he spits.

Beta Lucas scorn is palpable and I find myself wanting to shrink away from him. He walks up to me and bends down, silver grey eyes stare down at me in disgust, “You still have that defiance in your eyes, I hope they kill you.”

He grabs me by the collar and lifts me up, my wrists sting from my binds and I bite back my hiss, maybe this is not the right time but I do not want to show weakness in front of him. It would sicken me to have to grovel at his feet.

“Any last words?” he asks me.

“I did not do it,” I say, trying to keep my voice as level as possible. My lips are dry and my throat parched from lack of water so my voice comes out hoarse.

He scoffs and unlocks my bind before leading me out of the cell. I am immediately disoriented when I step into the hall way, after being in the dark for so long the light from the bulb above makes me wince.

“The whole pack is calling for your head on a platter,” he tells me as he pushes me forward, forcing me to start walking down the hall way, “They staged a gathering outside the pack house and everything, you should have seen it.

You are public enemy number one now.”

Fear runs down my spine in a damning line, “The Omegas have all been put under arrest because of you, an omega who killed the only father figure in her life. You’ve really done it this time.”

Father. A single memory flashes through my mind.

“You can’t be my father! You aren’t my father!” someone was yelling those words but before I can figure it out the familiar pain comes and I wince in pain.

“Move it,” Beta Lucas shoves my shoulder and I realize I had stopped walking.

We step out to the main entrance of the pack prison, there is a truck waiting outside for us. “I wanted to personally drive you to your trial myself,” he tells me leading me to the truck. He opens the back seat and I step in before he shuts it.

“Beta Lucas,” we both turn to see Tyrel hurrying towards us, he looks like he ran all the way here. He glances at me before turning to the Beta, “I wanted to see my father’s murderer before she goes to trial.”

“I would not advice that, Tyrel, its…”

“Please,” his voice chokes up and the Beta hesitates before stepping aside.

“You’ve got five minutes.”

Tyrel opens the truck door and glances at Beta Lucas who has walked some distance away to give us space.

He suddenly places something cold in my hand and I look down to see it is a silver knife, “Tyrel,” fear fills me and I shrink away from him, “Don’t kill…”

“Stab me,” he whispers.

I frown, “What?”

“Hurry up, take the main road down then cut into the woods and head to our favorite spot. Stay there only for two days before moving on.”

“Tyrel…”

“This is your only chance, Lia,” he encloses my fingers around the knife hilt and pushes it towards his stomach.

""Aaahhh!""