ALPHA CYRUS - Fallen King

47. Torture

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"Yes. I've been thinking. When I first found out that you were pregnant, after telling me that it was impossible for you. I was perplexed. Why did you gain your fertility back the same time that Cyrus begins to lose control? And why did your healing on the purple eyed wolves wear off?"

We sat there in silence.

Alone, together with our thoughts.
Enzo proved to be more useful than I had imagined.

We still had so many unanswered questions.

"I'm sorry I called you a bitch." I spat out

Enzo swung his head in my direction, his eyes large.

"What?" He spoke up.

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~ Two days later ~

Nevaeh's POV

Enzo and I had finally left MoonCrest. This was much easier than expected. I had initially thought that we'd have to fight off some warriors in order to escape without Cyrus' knowledge. But we slipped through during the night on foot. Enzo had parked his car with equipment, food to last us about four days and a bag of clothes and toiletries. To say the least, the man was prepared. For what? I had no idea. The two of us weren't even certain on what we were going out to look for.

Cyrus had returned to BloodMoon and was continuing his tyranny there. His condition was getting worse by the minute. I had heard rumours of him murdering wolves carelessly, even if anyone dared to disagree with him, they'd be dead within seconds. We weren't sure if this was true or not but rumours only grow. 

Before we left, we Enzo made sure that we did not tell Jordyn or anyone stationed at the pack as we feared that Cyrus would question them.

"Torture them," Enzo had insisted.

"Cyrus will question them regardless." I said to him, leaning back in my seat.

"At least they won't be lying. He's a smart man, he'll be able to tell when and if someone is lying to his face." Enzo replied, turning the sterling wheel to the left.

"Or he'll kill them regardless." I whispered, mostly to myself.

"Do not worry Nevaeh. We'll figure all of this out." Enzo reassured and I turned to look at him. The usual waves on his head were now loose and a tad bit messy, a sign of his restlessness. He even grew out his beard, just like Cyrus had.

"Where are we going now?" I asked him.

"To meet up with Marcus. Marcus has told me that the witches had evacuated that cake shop and their scent was carried over to the north. He has sent a couple discreet warriors to trace them but they've come up short." He explained, eyes on the road, driving fast through the forests.

"And Kendra and Xena?" I asked him.

"Safe with my parents, safe with the humans. I dared not to have them around this mess."

"Good." I responded and readjusted myself in my seat. "And Jarrod?" I asked him.

"He is with Cyrus.." He said, glancing at me. "Following his every command."