Chapter 81
Chapter 81:
I stormed toward the porch. Brent Parrish stepped into the doorway, his massive frame blocking the entrance. The moment I got close, my Lycan picked up two distinct smells clinging to his clothes — the damp, earthy mold of a cellar, and the sharp, metallic tang of silver.
My blood turned to absolute ice.
“You need a warrant to come in here,” Brent sneered, his violent scent spiking as he foolishly swung a heavy fist at my head.
I didn’t even blink. I sidestepped his sluggish punch and drove a brutal right hook directly into the center of his face. The sickening crunch of shattering bone echoed over the helicopter engine. Brent collapsed, blood pouring from his ruined nose, completely neutralized.
I stepped over his twitching body and kicked the heavy front doors open.
I followed the fading scent of wild roses straight to a heavy oak door beneath the grand staircase. A silver padlock secured the iron latch. The toxic metal burned my skin as I gripped it, but my Lycan didn’t care about the pain. With a guttural roar, I ripped the lock and the hasp straight out of the splintering wood.
I plunged into the freezing darkness of the wine cellar.
“Adelina p>
I found her curled on a wooden crate, ice-cold, her lips tinged blue, her pulse so faint it was barely a flutter against my fingertips. The ambient silver toxicity in the air was suffocating, poisoning her dormant Inner Wolf. I carefully gathered her fragile, freezing body into my arms and pressed her against my chest to share my body heat.
𝖱𝖾ad 𝗐i𝗍hо𝗎𝘵 iոte𝗿𝘳𝘶p𝘵io𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝗻
When I carried her up the stone steps and into the brightly lit foyer, the remaining Parrishes were huddled together. Carolyn took one look at Adelina’s lifeless form and began to tremble violently.
“It — it was an accident,” Carolyn stammered, her faded floral scent spiking with panic. “She went down for wine. The wind must have blown the door shut p>
I stopped. My eyes bled into a pitch-black void, the golden ring of my Lycan flaring with absolute, murderous rage.
“You locked her in a cellar,” I said, my voice a low, seismic rumble that made the crystal chandelier rattle above us. “With a silver lock p>
Kira hovered on the staircase, clutching her silk robe, her face pale. “It was just a joke! A prank!” she shrieked.
I tightened my hold on my dying Mate. I looked at the three of them and delivered a vow that froze the very air in their lungs.
“Pray to the Moon Goddess she wakes. Because if she doesn’t, I will not just make you Rogues. I will erase the name Parrish from this world p>
I didn’t wait for their pathetic whimpers or excuses. I turned my back on them and carried my Luna out into the freezing night, boarding the waiting helicopter to rush her to the Blackstone medical wing.
Kain POV
The blinding white fluorescent lights of the Blackstone Pack’s Private Medical Wing were a stark, sterile contrast to the freezing darkness of the Parrish cellar. I paced the polished corridor, my tailored shirt ruined by cellar dust and Adelina’s blood. The air reeked of bleach and sharp ozone, entirely suffocated by the violent, storm-like aura of my ancient cedar scent.