Burn the Pack to the Ground
794 Words
ELIJAH
I pushed his voice aside. He wasn’t the one who’d lived through that pain. I was.
“Why does your sister hate so much that she actually wants to kill you?”
The question might be difficult for her to answer, but I needed to understand what I was dealing with.
“It’s my fault,” she said quietly. “I should have been a better sister to her.”
Wrong. Lisa was the one hell-bent on killing her. She owed that psychotic b***h absolutely nothing. I wanted to say all of that, but I kept my mouth shut. I couldn’t give Ezra any ideas. He would start planning a damned wedding and the name of our kids.
“What do you want?!” Her voice was sharp with alarm. I blinked before the new scents registered and the realization that she wasn’t talking to me. Guards had appeared in front of her cell.
One of them laughed, the sound grating.
“We’re not here for you, sweetheart. We’re here for your little lover.”
They moved toward my cell.
My back instantly straightened. Perfect. I’d been dying to knock some sense into someone.
“Wait, please leave him alone!” Adriana’s voice rang out desperately. “I’ll do whatever Lisa wants, just let him go. Don’t hurt him!”
Something bitter settled on my tongue. What kind of hold did Lisa have over her? It was infuriating how quickly she was ready to sacrifice herself without any real pressure.
Then again, she was willing to surrender to her sister’s demands for my sake. She had a genuinely soft heart. The way she kept putting herself on the line for me was starting to get under my skin.
“If we let him walk, should we hurt you instead? You sure you can handle it?” One of them stepped closer to her cell. He had a smug expression that I wanted to knock right off his stupid face.
I knew exactly what he was implying. My blood boiled.
“Hey! You lay one finger on her and I will f*****g kill you!”
He stopped and glanced back at me. I just needed him close enough to grab.
“What exactly do you think you can do from inside a cell?”
He was right where I wanted him. Before he could realize his mistake, I seized his shirt and drove his face straight into the iron bars. While he was still stunned, I landed a punch hard enough to send him crashing to the ground.
“That’s what I can do from inside a cell.”
That should send a message to the others. Not much, but enough to make them think twice. Pretty sure I shattered his nose—blood was pouring everywhere.
“You son of a—”
“STOP!” A voice boomed through the dungeon. Footsteps echoed as someone approached. Probably that bastard who’d slapped Adriana. He was next on my list.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing? Release him immediately! His Beta is here to see him!”
Finally.
Hazel had arrived.
The guards practically fell over themselves opening my cell door, then scattered to the corners like the cowards they were. They knew damn well who I was, they’d just thought they could get away with it while I was locked up.
“Elijah, what’s happening? Where are they taking you?” The panic in Adriana’s voice was clear.
“Everything’s fine, Adriana. I’ll come back for you, I promise.”
I could see the worry still written all over her face, so I reached through the bars and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.
Her eyes—wide with worry and hope—turned glassy. I could see her thoughts. She expected me to be like everyone close to her. It wasn’t hard to see she wasn’t new to disappointment. But I wasn’t going to be one of them.
I gave her hand another squeeze and spoke while she was staring into my eyes. “I’ll be back.”
Hazel cleared her throat. Reminding of her presence. I immediately let go of Adriana’s hand and cleared my throat. The look the former gave me told me I would hate the next time I was alone with her.
All in due time, now I have an alpha to deal with.
I turned back to face the cowards pressed against the walls.
“When I return, if I find so much as a scratch on her, I will s*******r every last one of you. And then I’ll raze this entire pack to the f*****g ground.“
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