“What is wrong with Cleopatra?”
Williams’ POV
Something in me just froze. Did he just say my wife? As in, Cleopatra?
I dragged him close to me, I could feel my wolf anxious and confused. Why would she be in the city? Why didn’t she come home if she’s safe?
Home? She’s not even entitled to come back to my pack but at least she could have told me she’s fine. Isn’t that the right thing to do?
Or what if they blackmailed her? I was confused, relieved that she’s alive and angry that she didn’t let me know. Renee reached forward and tapped my shoulder lightly. I let go of the boy, his face a mask of pain and confusion.
“Who did you say you saw?” I asked just to be sure.
“Your wife? Mrs Cleopatra,” he replied, still rubbing his hand.
“Did you talk to her? Can you take me to the place?” I asked all at once and he looked at me confused and concerned.
“Is everything alright sir? Did she leave home?” He asked, oblivious to the fact that the last statement would have driven me to rip his head right off. Is he implying that Cleopatra ran away from me?
“What did she say to you? How was she looking? Does she look sick?” I demanded and he shook his head.
“She looks fine. Said she came to grab some stuff and that was it. I had to leave immediately because I was late for work,” he explained.
“Get in the car. Take me to where you saw her,” I growled and we got moving. We got to the grocery store a few blocks away from the hotel and I asked to see the owner.
A timid looking small man came out and introduced himself as Gary.
“Hi Gary, can we see the camera footage for today? Like from an hour ago?” Renee asked patiently and he looked at us, his brows furrowed.
“Is everything good? Are you with the police?” He demanded, trying to sound confident.
I started making my way towards him but Renee came in between us.
“Mr Gary please. My Al…my boss’s…wife is missing and this young man said he saw her here. We just want to make sure that she’s really the one he saw. Please we would really appreciate your help,” Renee pleaded carefully.
I was about to lunge at him angrily before he muttered an inaudible “ok” and led us into the control room.
It wasn’t long after he played the footage that I saw Cleopatra. She was wearing an oversized shirt and shorts. Her hair was braided in two places and flowers were decorated into it.
What the heck is going on? She doesn’t look like she was kidnapped or that she lost sleep thinking about me and here I was, killing myself with guilt?
The excitement and relief of seeing her and knowing she is ok was soon replaced with anger, sadness and confusion.
If she wasn’t kidnapped then what is going on? Is she hiding from someone? Why? And where is she hiding?
I turned to the owner, “Can you show me the direction she went through after shopping?” I asked, my voice hoarse and sharp.
He did and we saw her leaving in the direction of the hotel. Is she by any chance in the hotel? I gave instructions the last time that she should always be given the best treatments and allowed in anytime she decides to show up. Could she really be in the hotel?
“She’s not in the hotel,” Renee said, as if reading my thoughts. “If you watch closely, she took a right turn. The hotel is by the left,” she reasoned and I bent down to examine the footage again.
Renee was right. But why is she headed that way? Where is she going? Could she have gone to Alex’s house? But why?
“Let’s go,” I said and stormed off. I heard Renee thanking the man before joining me.
“Drive to her friend’s place,” I ordered Renee, my attention fixed on the road ahead.
She didn’t question me.
We pulled up in the driveway and I stepped out and walked towards the front porch. I peeked in through the window but there were no signs of anyone inside.
“You don’t have to do that, I can pick the lock,” the boy said as I stepped back to knock the door down. I didn’t even notice he was still with us.
He started working and within a second, we were in. I turned on the light and to my disappointment, the place looked like it had been abandoned for weeks. No sign that anyone was staying here.
As we stood in the empty house, a sense of dread washed over me. Cleopatra wasn’t here. Where could she have gone? If she isn’t being held captive, why isn’t she back?
A sudden noise from outside caught my attention. I rushed to the window and peered out. There, in the dim street light, I saw a figure moving back. It was Cleopatra!
I burst out of the house, my heart pounding. She was walking away hurriedly, a plastic bag in her hands. I chased after her, calling out her name.
“Cleopatra, stop!” I shouted, but she only quickened her pace.
I caught up to her and grabbed her arm, turning her to face me. As soon as my eyes met hers, a shiver ran down my spine. Her eyes seemed different, colder.
She struggled, trying to break free. “Let me go!” She growled, her voice filled with defiance.
“Like hell I’ll let you leave!” I said firmly. “What’s going on? What did they do to you?”
She looked up at me and a dry smile spread across her lips. “How can they do anything to me?” She whispered.
This was all so confusing. What does she mean? Why does she seem so distant? Did they perhaps brainwash her? That could be it! Maybe she’s under a spell or hypnosis?
Before I could ask another question, she broke free from my grasp and ran into the nearby woods. I chased after her with Renee hot on the pursuit as well, but she was too fast. How did she become that fast? We lost sight of her in the thick forest despite our efforts.
I stood there, panting and confused. Trying to piece the puzzles together. Was she running from me? Why?
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