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“She is dead Ryker,” Tate answers my question.
“No, she isn't dead, her wolf said they promised to give her back to her if she did what they asked,” Tate shakes his head and I see him mindlink, probably to Drake.
“She died a month before we found Reika,” he says, and I feel my stomach drop. Damien makes a strange noise behind me, and I look at him. They may not know each other but she is his family.
“Show me,” I tell Tate who nods before walking toward the building and I follow after him.
I was not telling my mate her pup was dead until I knew for sure. Walking into the building was vastly different from the outside. Everything was white and sterile-looking. Multiple labs filled the place and offices. Fluorescent lights burning brightly above my head made the entire place look like a hospital. Tate takes me to a door down a long corridor before pushing it open to reveal some stairs. We follow them down, lights flickering on above our heads, picking up movement. We walk down to what must be the basement but like upstairs everything is sterile looking and white. These were not ordinary cells but a heap of frosted bulletproof glass sectioning off each cell. There was a desk that sat in the middle of the room with a filing cabinet beside it.
Four glass cells behind the desk and two in front. Tate walks over and presses a button; the glass goes from frosted to clear and I can inside. One cell had a man in it wearing a white lab coat, two werewolves one I recognized as Jacob were standing next to him while the man cowered at their feet.
I walk over to the cell peering in the glass window. I could see scratch marks on the walls, a steel bed, a toilet, and a shower in each one. They had no windows, but each room had vents in the walls and a grate in the floor.
“The man said that one over there was Reika's,” Aamon says behind me. I turn and look at the one he is pointing at.
Tate presses a button and I hear a loud buzzing before the door opens and I step inside. This one was the same as the others, except this one had a weird mirrored glass leading into the cell next door. Looking up, I see cameras in each corner of the room. There were claws marks on the glass, the walls, and the floor. Everywhere like she tried clawing her way out. I swallow the bile that rose in my throat. This is where she lived, in this cold empty environment.
Turning around I walked to the desk and Aamon was looking through a box.
“We found these,” he says, moving the box toward me. I look in it and see heaps of DVD cases, hundreds of them with different dates and two files. I pick one up looking at the name on the front.
Patient 46/ Amanda it read. I open it and find a list of experiments and documents, scanning it quickly. I placed it down and would read it later. Picking up the other file I read the label.
Patient Lucy/ 46 biological child. My stomach drops when I open the file and see a picture of a little girl around 8 years old which would have made Reika only around 15 when she had her. She looked like Reika.
Same blonde hair, same nose, and lips. I find another picture of Reika sitting on the floor, her arms outstretched as I see a baby which must be her daughter walking toward her. I look at the picture and realize it was from inside the cell.
Flipping through the file I come to Lucy’s information. Her age, date of birth, weight, and in big red writing across the page was stamped deceased. I flick through trying to find out how she died. My knees buckle and I sit on the end of the desk to stop from falling.
Patient Lucy/46, had three different tests they had done which looked like blood records before a procedure. On the bottom, it was signed and dated to three and half weeks before I first spotted Reika.
Patient Lucy/46 did not survive the shift. It read my hands shaking as I picked up the last photo and it was of her half-shifted body, blood coming from the little girl's eyes and nose as she stared up at the person taking the photo, her face ghostly white. I close the file before reaching for the bin.
I threw up, they did that to a child and would make a child suffer through that. I retch emptying my stomach into the bin. The image of her half-shifted body would haunt me for the rest of my life, there are just some things you can't unsee. Wiping my mouth and looking up. The man trapped in the cell's eyes widened and I have never felt such rage before as I walked toward his cell and ripped the door open.
He would pay, they would all fucking pay for what they have done.
Chapter 44
Hisbodywasamangled heap as I left the cell. I wanted to kill him but knew if I did we would never get the information we needed with him being dead, and there was a lot we still didn’t know that he could possibly have the answers to.
I washed my hands, ridding them of the blood, my entire body trembling and for once I was glad Brax wasn't with me, he would be dead for sure, Brax would have torn him to pieces till there was nothing left. Zane walks over to me with a file in his hand as I was drying my hands on some paper towels.
"According to this, there are 12 more facilities like this,” he says, showing me a list of addresses and numbers. Looking at what they were listed under made my blood boil. They were all listed as dog pounds and the fact that they had more warehouses and facilities like this made me wonder how many more people were trapped in them, how many more people like Reika.
"What do you want to do with him, and about these?" Zane asks. I take the file and Aamon walks over, peering over my shoulder.
"I will take care of these if you want?" He says reading what we were looking at and I nod, handing the file to him.
"Take some of my men and take Tate with you,” I tell him and he nods, walking off. I sat at the desk, I felt sick, and I missed my mate. Hearing rummaging I looked up and Zane was going through the box. He pulls the disks out and reads them, stacking them on the desk beside the box.
"What about him?" Zane nods toward the cell holding our human prisoner. I growl. The noise shocked Zane and myself knowing Brax was coming back, he should be dormant for a few more hours. That stuff can last up to 12 hours in our system.
"Heal him and keep him locked up,” I tell him, and he nods, walking off toward the cell. I picked up one of the disks. I read the label, patient 46 Age 9.
Just as I was about to put it in the disk drive, I heard my father's voice behind me. I knew he was here somewhere, but it was the first time I had laid eyes on him.
"Don't watch them, son."
