Kiara pulled away, taking the water bottle from Darien, unscrewing it, and holding it out to me.
“You need to drink something, and, Darien, get him some food,” she said quietly, her lips trembling.
“Forget food. Set up the video call with all members of the Council. I’m going to do this shit now.”
“Ale-”
“Not now, Amore Mio. I’m not wasting any more time. It’s been fucking hours since she was taken, I can’t afford to lose any more,” I said quietly. Darien hesitated, looking between Kiara and me. “That was a fucking order from your damn king. Move,” I growled viciously, my aura rolling off me and forcing Darien to submit. I saw Kiara frown, but she said nothing. I walked over to the bed, looking down at the two on it. “What’s wrong with them?”
“Some sort of curse,” Liam replied quietly.
“I felt something else in the room when she was thrown against the wall. Those vein-like things travelled from Dante to her. I think anyone who tries to sabotage it will get affected,” Kiara whispered. So not only did I need to find Kataleya, I needed to find a cure.
“Raihana, I don’t want her to attempt the same shit, but do you think she’d be able to find some answers?” I asked quietly. “Or the witches? They fucking owe us anyway. Tell her to contact them.” Rayhan nodded, taking his phone out, and I turned to Liam.
“Anything? Does your intuition tell you anything?” I asked. He and Kiara both had the gift of knowing things. One I had blatantly ignored from Kiara…
“Nothing,” he replied, frowning. His eyes, which were always blazing the colour of his wolf, met mine. “But I’m going to go back out there and keep looking for her.”
“The letters,” Kiara whispered. “There were two.”
“What did they say?” I asked her sharply.
She opened her mouth, frowning as she struggled. A few moments passed, and she looked at us hopelessly.
“Kiara… don’t tell me you’re unable to voice it,” Liam replied, his eyes narrowing. Kiara nodded, her eyes pooling with tears.
I closed my eyes.Fuck.
I stepped closer to her, cupping her face. The sparks of the bond rippled through us as I caressed her cheeks with the pads of my thumbs, brushing away the tears that streamed down her cheeks.
“We are going to figure this shit out, okay?” I promised with determination. I fucking swore, anyone fucking involved was going to burn.
She nodded and I pulled her close, my lips crashing against hers in a deep, passionate kiss. My arms tightened around her, one hand tangling into her hair as I held her close, needing her, needing this.
I will bring her back to you.
I kissed her cheeks, the taste of her salty tears mixing with the sweet taste of her mouth that lingered in mine.
Alpha, everything is ready for you,Darien’s voice came through the link.
I turned away, not saying anything, and left the room, unable to ignore the pain I felt from Kiara but I had to do this. For Kiara, for Kataleya, for Dante, and for Delsanra.
I washed my face before grabbing a shirt and walked into the living room, where Darien had set the laptopup for me. The alphas and elders who were part of the Council were on the screen, as were two of the high witches of the fucking Coven. It may be some shit they could help with.
“King Alejandro,” Allen, the eldest member of the Council, greeted.
“I won’t fucking waste time with greetings. Kataleya, my youngest pup, was taken today, precisely fifteen hours ago. My Queen has received two letters, yet she is unable to speak of what she’s fucking read. My son has some sort of curse that even Delsanra Silver, the Luna of the Black Storm Pack, was unable to counter. I’m calling a fucking code red. I want every single pack searching for her. Those that are in your area, I expect you to pass the message to those packs as well. I want everyone to find my daughter. I will send an outline of what exactly went down as soon as this call is fucking over. Put the word out that if my daughter is found, the pack responsible will be given a huge fucking reward. As for the Coven, I would hope that someone can come to the location we are at to see if they can give any more insight on what is happening.” The alphas nodded. I could see they knew the seriousness of the situation.
“Very well. I personally will come, and I will get in touch with Janaina,” Magdalene, the High Witch of the Coven, said emotionlessly.
I gave a curt nod. It wasn’t like me to ask for help, but right then, I needed to pull out all the fucking stops I had at my disposal. The witches and werewolves were at peace. We did not like each other much, but as the years passed, we began to blend and tolerate one another.
I ended the video call and began typing the email, pulling up an image of Kataleya. I had always kept my pups out of the public eye… this was the first time the entire fucking country was going to see Kataleya Tamia Rossi…
I looked at her picture. It had been taken a few weeks ago. Her large innocent eyes stared back at me, and I felt that suffocating guilt crush me once again. I should have been able to protect her... did I do the wrong thing by not going after her? Did I fucking lose the only chance I had?Fuck.
“That notice is good. Get some rest. I’ll attach her picture and send it off,” Darien said softly.
