Sweetest Devotion | ✓

thirty-five

"I Can't Live With You" -Queen

     "How long am I to be rotting in here oh chosen one?"

     Two moons had passed since Bonnie's return home. Her wrist still hurt greatly but, her arm was scared. Sean could barely look at the jagged white line going from her elbow to halfway to her shoulder without a pang of hurt running through him.

      Sean and Marcus had been making visits to Johnathon who was rotting in a cell. Below the packhouse was the basement, there they kept rations and other necessities. It acted as a bunker in case of an invasion. Down there was also a wine cellar which sported as Johnathon's cell for the time being.

     Since almost every witch elder played a part in Bonnie's kidnapping, and almost death, they had all been stripped of their abilities, covens, and titles. They were made into outcasts. Many other trusted witches within their community were being voted on to who would be the new council members. 

     Until the decision was made, Johnathon was to be staying at the Idaho pack, and then he would receive his punishment. It was just taking the witches a long while to make a final judgment. 

     "Great question, I would like to know the answer to that as well," Marcus mumbled under his breath.

     His eyes widened when Sean's head snapped over to him. Marcus quickly averted his gaze sending him an apology through the mindlink. Sean could also hear Bonnie calling for him, asking him where he was and when he would be home in his head. But, he wasn't answering. 

     Sean could feel his mate's frustration but could only deal with one thing at a time. No one had visited Johnathon in days, no food, no water, nothing. And Sean wanted to see for himself if the witch was still kicking. Unfortunately, the little rat was.

     "The witch council is still making their final decision as to what to do with you. Fortunately for me, until then, you're stuck here." Sean sarcastically said.

     "Yippy..." Johnathon, matching the wolf's sarcasm, mumbled. 

    The witch was bound with chains, hands behind his back and chains keeping his ankles and feet together. It made it impossible for him to run or walk, at best he could hop around. Sometimes Marcus would come down when he was bored and begin to antagonize the witch and just when Johnathon grew mad enough, he would try to stand and rush for the Beta wolf.

     Falling flat on his face.

     Some off duty wolves would even come down to make bets to see how long he could stand without falling since it was futile to balance when wearing the chains. Whoever won was able to get the first punch. 

    Many were upset by his actions regarding their Luna and Alpha and wanted to get a few hits in to show their detest for the witch. 

    "Sean O'Connell!"

    All three heads, Sean, Marcus, and Johnathon, looked up quickly to find Bonnie standing at the top of the basement's stairs. Sean sighed, already exhausted from the reprimanding that was to come and Marcus could only back away slowly, finding the floor very interesting suddenly. 

     "Get, your ass, over here."

    Every word was seethed and enunciated with a tight, curled lip. Sean sent a hard glare to her brother who was locked in the wine cellar. Her boots stomped once on the wooden stairs, making him snap out of it, and quickly shuffle to the bottom of the stairs. 

     "Hi, Monkey-"

    "Shut up." Bonnie wasn't truly mad, never could be at Sean, but boy was she at her wits end with him.