Chapter 96

“What happened? What do you need us to do?” Dalton asked, not the least bit concerned about the fact that Marcellus had chosen this moment to admit that he had met his mate as that was something that they could address later but right now, his friend and Alpha needed his help.

“Anastasia has gone missing.” Marcellus couldn’t help but growl as he reached a hand up and ran his fingers through his hair. “I have no idea where she is but I can’t smell her anywhere. I can’t even scent out anyone else near.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.” Dalton murmured quietly with a concerned look on his face as he moved past Marcellus to move into the house, wanting to take a look around for himself. “How can she go missing all of a sudden? That’s not like her.”

“You don’t think I don’t know that already?” Marcellus groaned as he followed Dalton into the house.

Even though he had already checked the entire house and hadn’t been able to find anything but the card and bouquet of red roses, Marcellus insisted that Dalton and some of the other warriors check out the house in case they were able to spot anything that he had previously missed.

As ten minutes and they still weren’t able to find anything, Marcellus, Dalton, and a few of the warriors from earlier, Mohammed, Zion, Luke, Arnold and Amir gathered around the kitchen island, while the rest of them joined the trackers outside to see if they were able to pick up on her scent.

While Marcellus had been determined to join them, unable to sit around twiddling his thumbs while his mate was out there and potentially in danger, Dalton had insisted that he remain in the house as it was evident that he clearly wasn’t in a clear state of mind.

“Have you spoken to Justas and Raphael?” Dalton asked with a sigh, staring at his friend and Alpha with a questioning look in his eyes.

“I called them straight after I mind linked you.” Marcellus nodded and groaned quietly, unable to think clearly now. “They last saw her when she was at their house earlier. They said that she had plans to get some writing done after dinner. She also usually calls them afterward so they know that she got home safe, but she didn’t call today.”

“And they didn’t think that anything was weird about that?” Amir asked curiously, not at all fond or happy with the news that the new Luna of the Lupum Griseo pack was potentially in danger.

He shrugged; his lips twisted into a deep scowl. “They just assumed that she had gotten caught up with her writing and either forgot or lost track of time.”

“And where did these flowers come from?” Luke asked, blinking down at them.

“I found them in the bin.” Marcellus pursed his lips; a conflicted look on his face. “I found the note under the sofa and I found the flowers in the bin. I know the note says it’s from me, but I didn’t send this.”

“Is it possible that you sent the flowers and the note and just forgot about it?” Arnold hummed with a thoughtful expression on his face as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully, blinking up at the Alpha without realising just how bad his choice of words was.

Before Marcellus could growl in warning and possibly even lunge at Arnold for the stupid question, clearly not able to think or function properly with Anastasia missing, Dalton was quick to jump to his defence.

“Alpha Marcellus isn’t one to write notes. Also, that’s definitely not his hand writing.” Dalton shook his head, his lips twitching up at the corners in hopes of lightening the mood. “The handwriting is far too neat for Mars to have written it.”

Marcellus merely snorted in response, not nearly as angry and frustrated he had been only moments ago however, it was only the thoughts of his mate that kept him calm.

“They’re really beautiful flowers.” Luke hummed aloud as he picked them up from the table and leaned in to take a big whiff.

Marcellus fully intended to growl at the warrior, not the least bit fond of his comment as it just wasn’t appropriate or necessary in such a situation, especially since he suspected that these flowers were from none other than Harvey but before he could do that, Luke visibly swayed on his feet as the flowers escaped from his grasp.

“Luke?” They all called out to him in question but before they knew it, the flowers slipped through his fingers and dropped to the floor, very closely followed the warrior who was previously holding them.

“Luke!” A few of the warriors called out to him in panic and even Marcellus himself peered over the edge of the counter, completely at a shock with the way Luke had all but crumpled within himself and dropped to the floor.

A few of the wolves around him crouched down next to him and tried to shake him awake, even going as far as to slap his face lightly but the wolf didn’t even stir; completely blacked out.

It was only when Arnold picked up the flowers and lifted them up to his face that it all started to make sense. Unable to fight off the effects of whatever was wrong with the flowers, Arnold’s eyes rolled back in their sockets as his body went limp and he too dropped to the floor in an unconscious state. However, he escaped the same fate as Lucas as he had been crouching on the ground.

“She was drugged.” Marcellus voiced aloud, the sound barely above a whisper as he blinked down to both of the unconscious warriors, no one else daring to go near the flowers that had managed to take out two of their own and their Luna, too.

It was only when they sprinkled some water on Luke and Arnold’s face that the both of them started to gain back consciousness but they didn’t have time to ask too many questions as Marcellus’ attention was now trained elsewhere, far too concerned with the fact that his mate had been drugged and removed from her home.