Chapter 28: The Search

***Damien***


When I arrived at the library, it was eerily silent and surprisingly clean. Usually other library was covered in dust.

I approached Alex, “Have you found anything yet?”

“One of the guards, recognized a scent. He said an Omega, by the name of Wendy, had been her recently.”

“Where is she now?”

“We’re trying to locate her. She isn’t at her house, or in any of the pack facilities.”

“When She is found, I want her brought to the dungeons immediately.” I roared slamming my fist against a nearby wall, “I swear if one hair is harmed on Guinevere’s body, I will fucking kill her and anyone else involved in the kidnapping.”

“Alpha,” one of the guards approached us, “we found something at the back of the library that might interest you.”

We walked to the back of the library and one of our warriors, Fredrick, came towards us.

“I’m not sure if this has to due with the Luna’s disappearance, but it seemed out of place. This journal was on the shelf but it was upside down.” Fredrick handed me a journal with the year ‘92 stamped on it. “Also we found this cup tucked into the corner. It smells like wolfsbane.

Leo growled in my head. ‘Those fuckers poisoned Sabrina, it’s why I can’t feel her anymore.’

Trying to control my inner turmoil I decided to block Leo out for the time being.

“Thank you Fredrick. This was a good find. You’ll be acknowledged and awarded at our next ceremony.”

“Alpha, helping you find your Luna safe, is all the award I need.” Fredrick nodded his head at me, before turning away, continuing to scower the area.

“What do we know about this Wendy person?” I asked Alex, flipping through the pages of the journal Frederick had handed me, trying to see if anything caught my attention.

“Not a whole lot. She was born into the Blue Moon pack. Her parents were Jameson and Helga Whitman. They both died in the 90’s orphaning Wendy. Wendy was brought up in the orphanage until she aged out at the age of 18. She met her mate Charles Del Noir during a ceremony where the neighboring pack was visiting.”

My hand flew up silencing Alex. “What was her mates last name?”

“Del Noir.”

“Try to find out everything you can about her mate. Del Noir is also the last name of the witch who created the potion to trick my father into thinking Guinevere’s mother is his mate.”

“I can do you one better.” A wicked gleam crossed Alex’s face. “Charles is in the dungeon. Some of the soldiers have been trying to get information out of him on the whereabouts of his mate.”

I felt Leo push forward at the mention of Charles.

Alex must have seen Leo try to take control because he started talking to my wolf instead of me.

“Leo, give Damien back control back. If you kill Charles, we might lose our only chance at finding Guinevere.”

Reluctantly Leo stepped back. He was
Still at the forefront of my mind, but hanging back enough for me to have control, at least for now.

“Thanks Bro.”

“No problem. I know how hard
It must be to rain in your animal side. If Reigna was missing Roger (Alex’s wolf) would be running wild. Now lets get
To the dungeon and find out where the hell our Luna is.”

Alex called to Fredrick again. “I’m leaving you in charge. You’ll now be the Head Pack Warrior. If you find anything useful mind link me.”

“Yes Beta Alex.” Fredrick nodded at him and turned again going back to his work.

Alex laughed. “The kid’s not much of a talker, but he’s efficient at everything he does.”

I nodded agreeing with Alex. “Good call on promoting him to head warrior. I’ll make it official at the next pack dinner.”

It took us no time at all to get to the dungeon. Alex guided me to the cell where Charles was being held, and as soon as the door opened I was hit with the metallic smell of blood and urine. Looking around I saw blood sprayed all over the walls, there was a table to the right lined with rows upon rows of torture devices. Right in front of us stood Charles. His face entirely swollen, his eyes bruised black and blue. He had cuts going up and down his arms and legs. The sizes of the cuts
Varied and I could tell they’d been made by different surgical blades.

“Learn anything new?” Damien asked Charles’ torturer.

“No, nothing yet.” The torturer replied.

I was startled by the soft delicate female voice that responded.

“Heal him.” I commanded the female. “Heal him, so when I rebreak him over again, he’ll know that I’m serious.”

“Yes, Alpha.” She bowed her head at me and walked over to her bag. She withdrew a bottle from it. “Madame Lilith made this earlier today, it’s a healing potion. Just a small drop in a glass of water will heal all of his wounds immediately.”

“Perfect, just what I needed.” I smiled maliciously. “You may leave now.”

The torturer walked out of the room closing the door behind her. Seconds later I could hear screaming from a nearby cell.

“She’s a masochist.” Alex answered my unasked question. “She gets off on torturing, and her name is Bella. She was hired down here shortly after you left the pack with Guinevere. She’s Fredricks mate.”

“Poor guy.” Alex and I both laughed together.

I walked over to the small fridge that was besides the table and pulled out a cold bottle of water. I popped the lid and dropped a few drops of the healing potion into it, knowing that it would be more than enough if it was created by Madame Lilith.

Madame Lilith was a healing Faye, she was the last of her kind, and she chose to the Blue Moon pack to reside in. She came to us a few years earlier saying the land had called her here. Not wanting to argue with a Faye and considering ourselves lucky to be blessed with her presence we allowed her to stay. Madame Lilith has helped contribute in the strengthening of the Blue Moon pack.

I walked towards Charles slowly, he looked up, but I wasn’t sure if he could clearly see me from how badly his face was swollen.

“Here drink this, “ I commanded. “It will heal your wounds.”

I raised the glass to his lips and Charles greedily sucked it down. His wounds were gone in a matter of seconds.

“Good,” I smiled at Charles. “Now that you’re feeling better tell me about your family.”

“My family?”

“Yes, more specifically your fathers line. I want to know more about the Del Noirs.”