Chapter 141

Dylan POV.

My mind was racing as I took in Lewis story. The lycans uprising came from the behavior of humans, it was as if history was repeating itself. Honestly it was such a shock, but even so, I still couldn't understand why torturing everyone who was human was considered normal. Sure, tracking down all the groups of so called hunters and executing justice I could understand, but to take revenge on the entire species was just horrific.

My mouth opened to add more questions to the ones the previous beta had already answered, but instantly closed it at the arrival of the packs doctor. He looked at the two of us, obviously sensing tension between us.

"What exactly happened to this guy?" Of course the doctor didn't know that our silence was due to something entirely different than the dead guy who lay in the back of the truck.

"He was dying in agony, begging us to end it for him. So I shot him in the head." I stated slightly void of emotion which probably made me look like a psychopath, but it helped me to cope with everything.

"Ahh, someone should go and tell Morag. She's been screaming for the past 40 minutes, now I guess we know why." This girl Morag must have been his mate, the one that bit him, I felt like I had put two and two together and actually made the number four for once in my entire life.

"Where is she? His mate I mean? Is She in the dungeons?" The packs doctor gave a small nod of his head confirming my theory, just as I was about to take off though, Lewis caught my arm gently.

"I'll wait up for you in my room, ok? Please Dylan."  His look held everything, pain, love longing. Of course I was going to meet him tonight, I mean let's face it, there was absolutely no way I was getting to sleep on my own. Even with Lewis present I imagine my mind will be extremely active tonight. And I liked being around him. His story may have been vague but he still told me about it. I was definitely going to pry a bit more at a later date, but for now, for now I was appeased.

"Ok, I'll See you later." Although it was getting excessively late. As soon as I had finished up delivering the news I would be going straight to sleep.

The damp smell hit me again, and the feeling of my hairs rising up and goose bumps forming on my arms hit me full force, was it this eerie when I came down here to see Oliver? I guess I wasn't alone when I did, plus he was in the very first cell, so I didn't have to walk this far in.

I glanced in all of the cells as I went a long. One held an old guy who apparently had put wolfsbane in the entire water supply meaning the wolves couldn't drink properly for a few days. Another was a lady, a she wolf who had killed her own child due to jealousy of her mates attention. And lastly I came to Morag's cell.

She was wailing, and sobbing as she banged her fist on the wall rhythmically. It was clear as day who she was. She rocked on her bed and was muttering to herself while crying irrationally. She hadn't even noticed I had come into view.

"He's dead!" I stated, causing her cheek stained tears to turn to me drastically. She growled and went to run at me, but a pair of chains held her wrists to the wall, and she huffed knowing full well she couldn't escape.

"Don't you dare say that. Hes stronger than you know. He wants to be with me." I shook my head at her delusions. I had never met someone who was so obviously out right unhinged.

"You marked him, without his consent. What did you expect would happen?" Wailing began again, then it turned into a scream of pure horror. Her reaction was something I will never forget.

"No, he wanted it, he wanted it..." This was a very uncomfortable situation. I couldn't help but feel slightly sorry for her. "He's just sleeping. I know he is. Yeah... yeah just asleep." Ok... this girl was crazy. It wasn't what I was expecting to be honest, I was expecting her to act better than everyone else, all high and mighty while justifying her actions. Instead she genuinely seemed devastated.

"Look, I'm sorry, but he's not sleeping. Your mark killed him." Now I was a little bit shaken up. She screamed again and suddenly ran at the wall hitting it at full force. Causing me to both jump in shock and wince at the impact. That must have hurt.

"No, no, no, no, no, He’s not. You’re lying, the king said you lie! You lie… you lie… he’s just sleeping.” She shouted, continuously as she began to bang her head on the wall over and over again. Blood started to spill out from the force she used and my face scrunched up at the sight. She really was unhinged. I stood and watched, as she continued her metal break down. “I love him… I love him.”

“Hey, your going to really hurt yourself.” When I realized she was showing no signs of stopping I walked away. It wasn't like I could stop her myself. She was going to kill herself the way she was going and I wanted no part in it.

As I walked away, My hearing picked up the eerie echo of all the bangs and cries that sounded from her alone. All her psychotic mumblings weren’t exactly quiet. It was sickening, the past few hours had been so death heavy, all because some lycans believe themselves entitled to whatever they want.

I began to make my way to Gilliards office, I had no doubt he was probably in bed but he needed to know about the events of this evening. I mean, two people loosing their life over a forced marking, should be known by the Alpha of the pack. Not to mention that If it got out it would mean extra caution would be taken form others, so maybe it would prevent more unnecessary agony for all those involved.

I didn't even bother knocking, I just walked in and saw it was desolate. I knew it was far too late for him to still be up. Besides he was most likely enjoying his night with his mate. The communication devise I was given still rested on the desk with a note saying 14 hours ahead. I wasn't sure what the meant but my imagination made me believe it was the time difference between us and Australia. The question is, which one of us was a head and which one was behind.

I guess I'll have to ask him tomorrow. In the mean time who did I have to tell about the wolf girl? If the alpha was occupied then typically it would have been the beta, but I was unsure who that actually was. The only person that came to mind was the doctor who was probably still dealing with the dead body.

Still, it was my best bet.

I ran to the doctors clinic in order to get him to help me, I admit I did stumble in my haste and my ankle rolled to the side slightly yet painfully.

“Shit.” I whispered as my body crashed to the floor at the lack of weight. I twisted my now aching ankle slightly and sighed knowing I really needed to build up some muscle.

I got myself up and quickly hobbled my way to the doctor before barging in, seeing him cleaning off the dead guys head from the bullet wound.

“Your grace, are you ok?” He quickly stopped what he was doing and looked at me as I breathed slightly heavy from all the steps I had climbed.

“His mate is killing herself in the dungeon. She just went crazy.” I stated quickly dropped what he was doing, in order to run, my ankle stopped me from following him and instead I found myself picking up some cotton swaps in order to clean the man I had killed.

I waited a while actually simply staring and cleaning the corps before me. It had been a long day and I wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed with Lewis, so he could hold me and ease all my anxiety, but that wasn’t happening, in stead I had to deal with the fall out of yet another incident. It was becoming too much for me to manage.

“Morag has passed.” The doctors voice cut off my thoughts as I looked up to find him covered in even more blood than he was previously. That girl must have really made a mess of herself. “Most mates react this was, the lunacy of loosing your other half got to her, she was barely coherent by the time I made my way down there.” I could only imagine the amount of damage she did to herself, still, non of this would have ever even happened had she of just waited to be accepted rather than try and force the guy into it.

“Tell Gilliard tomorrow, that he can be the one to sort it with their families. I just need a break.” I stated tiredly. I needed time to just sleep, and I needed to sit down as my ankle was radiating a dull throb at twisting it. “Make sure you get some sleep too Doc, it’s been a heavy night.”

I sighed slowly began making my way out of the clinic and hobbled up the stairs to Lewis's bedroom. I knocked gently silently waiting for him to tell me to enter, only he didn't. I frowned, did he tell me to meet him in his bedroom or mine? I couldn’t remember clearly enough so i thought about my options before deciding to simply walked in.

Instantly I was enveloped by warmth and the scent of Lewis hung in the air. I could hear the pressure of the shower, and knew instantly that's where he was, it was why he couldn't hear me knocking. I kicked my shoes off tiredly and flopped in the bed, not bothering about the fact that this was his room.

I sat on the bed and bent my knee so that my foot could rest on the mattress, I gently began massaging my ankle and wincing slightly when my thumb ran over my tight muscle.

“What’s wrong?!” Lewis voice floated through the room and caused my head to shoot to him.

A white towel hung lowly on his hips, showing his prominent V line. Water dropped effortlessly down his chiseled torso and his hair was more than messy after probably drying it with yet another towel. I gulped looking at him, he was a seriously sexy man.

“Ahh, I twisted my ankle.” Came my strained reply, he came over instantly, sitting on the bed and grabbing my leg, resting my foot on his towel covered leg. He began to gently massage the tender joint while I attempted to pull away. “Oh, no. You don’t have to, I wasn’t trying to…”

“I want to…” he stated simply as his massage began to travel up my calf and back down. The sensual innocent movement seemed to send a wave of pleasure through me. “Does it feel any better?” He asked, giggling at my reaction to such simple movements.

“I’m just really tired Lewis. I don’t know how many more of these days I can take. Everything is just one thing after another.” I admitted before having him pull me into his naked chest. His heartbeat pulled me into a tired trance and I felt our bodies move to lie down.

“I’m tired too.”