“Fucking hell, man,” Coen says. “That’s insane.”
“On so many levels,” River adds.
Evander’s eyes narrow slightly. “There are a lot of changes going on with our magic. We can figure it out later. For now, let’s go and save that wolf.”
“Neith, lead the way,” Griff says. “We’re right behind you.”
I nod and instantly take off, once again following the map in my mind. It doesn’t take us too long to get back to the main part of the pack lands where the house is, and we garner quite a bit of attention running in like we do.
“What’s going on?” Asher asks worriedly, immediately alert as his smile falls.
“We have a bit of a situation,” River starts.
Griff interrupts him before he can say anything else, “You all need to stay out here.”
River doesn’t even hesitate or question Griff. He just nods and says to Asher, “Stay out here, and we should have it sorted. We’ll fill you in when we can.”
Asher nods. I can tell that he wants to ask questions, but River has more than gained his trust at this point, so he lets it go.
“Alright, if you need help, then let me know,” Asher offers.
“We will,” River nods.
Something prompts me to ask, “Where is the access to the basement?”
Asher frowns, “There isn’t a basement.”
I nod, “Sorry, my bad.”
He looks at me like I’m nuts, but doesn’t say anything and goes back to helping his wolves.
“Why did you ask him that?” Coen asks me curiously when he’s out of earshot.
“I’m not entirely sure, but I think the information is important, or at least it will be?” I reply with a questioning tone. “Maybe the wolf is in the basement, Griff did say that he was down. It’s possible that Asher doesn’t know there is a basement.”
Chapter Three
Neith
“Well, we’re going to find out,” Raiden says.
I nod and push my way through the door. Like the outside, the inside of the house is in severe disrepair, but the place is absolutely fucking spotless, I mean, there isn’t a speck of dust anywhere, and the floors are immaculately clean. The contrast between the broken doors and holes in the walls, and yet everything being almost sterile, is really strange.
I have a feeling that this was Rana’s doing.
“This way,” I say as soon as the door is closed behind us. My stomach churns, “I don’t like this place. It’s dark, his evil has seeped into everything.”
“I can feel it too,” Doc says with a grimace.
“I’m glad I unmade him, but again I really wish I had tortured him first,” River growls.
My footsteps pick up speed, and we come to a room that is very clearly an office, and it’s in complete disarray. There’s dust and dirt everywhere, plates with old food on them, and papers scattered on every available surface, including the floor. There’s also old blood splatter everywhere.
I’m guessing that Rana wasn’t allowed in here unless it was to be beaten.
“Help me move the desk?” I ask as my instincts ping.
Immediately, Reed and Griff pick it up like it weighs nothing and move it to the side, where it’s out of the way. I start to kick the rug out of the way with my foot, since I really don’t want to fucking touch it, when it starts to roll up by itself. Glancing at the guys questioningly, River is the one who responds, although all he does is shrug. So, I’m guessing that he’s the one who is doing it.
