Chapter 48|Fury Unleashed.

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**Isabelle's P O V.

The pungent smell of the potion fed to me was the same as the one given to me by Old Ynes before I felt myself spiraling into the Forest Of Eyre. The poison that led me there and caused my memory loss was the same one that returned it to me. It felt like the completion of a puzzle, like a reversal of some sorts.

Everything I couldn't fathom became clear, like the fog blocking my thoughts had unclouded.

My body felt as though I've been unconscious for a long time. Weakened, I had not an ounce of energy in me earlier but when I attempted moving I felt stronger than I've ever been before, I rose without collapsing and with no hint of agony.

My hair lit like it was on fire, it glowed with so much fervor, of different shades of gold and red as I navigated my way towards the door.

All the abilities I had from my past returned to me like they were never gone. My sense of hearing was enhanced I could hear conversations from behind closed doors with too much ease, it always used to make me feel like I was intruding on people's privacy, or eavesdropping until I conquered the skill and learnt to control it and use it to my advantage.

I could feel the animosity directed at me tangibly. It pricked at my skin. Made the freckles lacing my chest itch lightly.

Most of all, I could feel something I'd never felt before my memory loss phase, someone else's feelings enveloped my whole being, it was beating loud and clear in my chest the same way I felt mine if not more.

Alexander.

His name in my head made my chest constrict, the action awashed my senses with the panic and pain he was suffering. My eyes shut close on their own accord as anger began to surface. Anger directed to different people and events.

I was betrayed by one of the closest persons I thought was a friend, the only person within my age range with whom I felt comfortable in their presence. Leah.

My grandfather's words returned to me, becoming clearer, it hurts more when you're betrayed by a trusted advocate than a stranger.

He was betrayed by his friend, his Beta and companion, Martin Miles. Pieces of the puzzle fit perfectly making a smirk cover my lips.

Now, his granddaughter was trying to take what was mine. Is and will always be mine.

With newfound determination, I formed a plan in my head. The Fae blood running through my veins could never accept anyone hurting me without retribution, it provided me with too many abilities. I could easily point out a friend as well as a foe, I could hear and understand animal's speeches as well as fluently communicate with them, my hair served as a protection to me, it glowed in the dark, the strands could be used for many purposes, like in my situation it'll work the same way as a key will, to lead me out of the cellroom without having to undergo a mental strain or any difficulty.

I heard footsteps from afar and disappeared into the walls, I didn't penetrate but I adopted its shade, just like a chameleon does. I was as good as transparent.

Leah walked in with her head up high, behind her was a smug looking Sylvester Skorr, the Elder from among Alexander's traitors who has a hand in my abduction and who takes pleasure in inflicting torture upon my being, and whose former expression took a sudden 180 degree change, his face turned an alarming shade of red as he pointed at the point where the chains they held me to were laying on the ground void of the human girl formerly shackled to it whom they attempted to murder.

"I thought you said you killed her." His jaw worked terrifyingly as he turned to her. A vein on his head throbbing.

"I did, she was shuddering, on the verge of dying when I left her, her mouth was gushing with a very foamy substance. There was no way she could have lived. She was dying! " Leah exclaimed, a bewildered expression on her face.

He narrowed his eyes at her frantic movements, "Then why the hell isn't she here now? Where has she gone to? Are you sure you fed it to her as instructed by the master?"

She nodded enthusiastically looking every inch confused as he did.

"I did. She was shivering, dying Skorr. If I had waited a few more seconds I would've witnessed her final moments alive, I swear it." She rasped, clutching the chain, then pointing at the wet spot left by my foamy reaction to the drug forced on me.

The two exchanged wildly silent looks that spoke volumes. A thought slipped past their minds at the same time. A thought I heard as loudly as I would've if they were verbalised.

They rushed out of the room a short while later and I disappeared from the shadows to the pit they literally stored me in. With ease I lowered my head to the door knob, slipped a few strands of my hair into the keyhole and stood back as it clicked open. Packing my hair into a tight bun at the nape of my neck I walked out of the cell room blending into the shadows and navigating my way outside.

According to Leah, Alexander and Arabella were getting married in a few days, I couldn't say how many days were left because I had no idea of the time I spent in the cell room. But, from the feel of it, there's no single thought pertaining to his marriage with another roaming through his head.

All I could feel was his fear for my whereabouts. His frustrations for being kept in the dark and his misery for not being able to keep me safe as he vowed to.

It'll be over soon. I promised in my head relishing in the feel of fresh and natural air that wafted through my senses the moment I stepped out of the stinking building to the outer world.

Isabelle Kane Knight is back!

And yes, I bear my grandfather's family name because if not his, then whose?

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**Alexander's P O V.

After a lot of threatening and detailed warnings of punishments from me, I had Arabella disclosing to me all she knew about Isabelle's disappearance. Anything else could come later, all I wanted at the moment was to find her.

That is my topmost priority.

"Who do you work with?" I asked, my teeth grinding hard against my jaw.

"No one. I work for no one." Her eyes darted to the door as she spoke.

A liar always avoids eye contacts.

"Tell me or I'll feed you to the wolves, I promise you this." I assured her. "Tell me where she is."

"She's within the Pack territory, just not in this building. She was taken to the desolated dungeon." She confessed.

My heart fell with a thud to the bottom of my feet. All sorts of depravities were conducted at the dungeons, it wasn't used by me. I'd rather use the more recently built punishment rooms for questionings and keeping prisoners. The sinful acts and punishments carried out by the lawmakers of the past made me put a stop to using the whole building. I wanted burning it down but Damon thought against it and now my mate was kept there, tortured, had only God knows what forsaken things done to her over there.

My jaws clamped, my nails bore hard on her arms until her sharp inhale alerted me of the pain I was causing her. I released her sharply, unable to find the apology supposed to be lurking around my head. It was no where to be found. I was in no mood to be polite. Or a gentleman.

"Did you hurt her?" I asked an inevitable question, what else could be their reason for taking her there if not to inflict pain on her person?

My world shook at the thought.

"I assure you that each wound you inflict on her I'll double it and have it done to you. This is a promise and I do not back down on my promises. You'll lead the way to the cell room she was kept at and you will tell me who your partners in this scheme are within my Pack, you'll let me know who has the guts to stab me behind the back and you all will be punished according to your crimes." I spat over her face, her demeanor shrinking as her eyes began to water.

I couldn't find an inch's worth of sympathy for her within myself as I let go of her neck and urged her out but not before speaking one last time.

"Whoever you work with shouldn't be told about our business. Neither will you let them on on apprising me of all of this nor will you back off from meeting with them. In summary, the situations will reverse, you will be with me as a spy, undercover and report every bit of your findings to me because we both know you are not my betrothed nor will you ever be mine, do as I say or you'll find yourself careening off a cliff faster than your thick skull can comprehend."

I took her nod of acceptance and understanding with a nod of my own and urged her out of the Pack manor.

When we got to the dungeons, at her supposed cell, all we found was a broken chain strapped to the wall and recently dried blood soaking up the grounds. Her scent was prominent within the room and so was the heavy stench of blood. Isabelle's blood.

My heart skipped several beats as I turned to her with widened eyes. Hers too were every bit as large as saucers as she pointed at the abandoned chains with shaky fingers.

"She was here," She hesitated before speaking, her words coming out in a stutter as her body shook. My glare sent her shivering coming to an end.

Arabella dished her heels to the corner of the room, her hands motioning at the chains.

"Was that her blood?" I asked a rhetorical question. If it wasn't hers who else's could it be?

I called Damon immediately and alerted him about the situation on ground. I was trying my very best not to panic because I could still feel her presence alive within my chest, if it was the other way round I would've felt nothing but doom and eerie quiet.

And fucked up everyone's world.

The small beat gave me hope and left me with the rationale to think of my every action. It wouldn't do good for me to go ballistic at this point.

"The only other question I'm asking you is who brought her to you? Does my sister have a hand in this?" I asked watching her every move.

She bristled as though scorched with fire, "Your sister Leah? No she's not involved in this," She admitted.

A glare from me and the feel of my hands wrapping up her throat had her speaking, "Your council member, Sylvester Skorr is involved and apart from him there's no one else. Trust me." She wheezed.

I threw her an incedulous look, took a few steps back and walked out the doors that led me out of the entire building. It was reeking too much of my mate's blood.

My wolf was aching for a scapegoat to devour.