Claimed

Chapter 6: Cornered

Red's POV:

I was fucked. Completely fucked. I stabbed the shit out of Sabrina right in front of an Elder's fucking Beta. I was covered in blood like some rabid rogue the first time I even saw and Elder. If I had any hope of getting my pack official, it was gone now.

My eyes darted to my pack-members in the cells next to me and I felt like complete and utter shit. I should've had us evacuate when those gas bombs came in. I should've had us make a run for it immediately.

You're already a shitty Luna and it was never even official.

Fuck.

I brought my knees up and dropped my head in my hands. Could I do anything right? I wasn't good enough for anything. Not a good enough mate, not a good enough sister, not a good enough Luna. I wanted to scream.

"You know what?" Santiago said, grabbing me and digging a knuckle sandwich against my head. "You're a pain in the ass, but the world's greatest sister."

World's greatest sister. Not good enough to stop him from getting killed. Not good enough to get justice for him without putting other people in danger. The tears stung my eyes as my thoughts dwelled on my brother until I shoved them back. Not the time show weakness, dumbass, step it up.

"Hey," Darius whispered, reaching through the bars and setting a hand on my leg. "Getting loud."

"Loud is my only volume," I shot back, winking.

It didn't work to get him off my back. His frown deepened and somehow, someway, maybe because he and my brother spent so much goddamn time together before everything fell apart, the look he gave me was exactly like one my brother used to give when I was getting in too much trouble. My heart splintered and I looked away.

"Red," he said softly, squeezing my leg. "It's all right. Not our first time getting in trouble."

"It's my fault," I whispered.

"You're not the only one that made the call."

Sighing, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Darius wanted Sabrina dead as much as I did but I wasn't convinced he would've made the same call without me there. My mind was spiraling with images of my brother ever since I saw Sabrina, ever since I got covered in her blood. Killing her was supposed to feel good but it didn't. It wasn't bringing him back, and now being covered in her blood reminded me of the last time I was covered in blood because of her. When I found my brother and what she'd done to him.

I released another long breath and clenched my jaw as the tears threatened to form. They weren't an option. I'd fucked up but it didn't mean I had to continue fucking up. I could get my pack out of this. There had to be something I could do. Seducing the Beta failed miserably, and the guard that took his place legitimately did put in headphones and barely looked my way. Even thinking about trying again had bile rising in my stomach as memories from the last time I had to break out of cell came barreling forward.

Deep breaths, deep breaths, deep breaths. It's just another cell and you won't be in this one as long.

I heard a door open and lifted my head, listening to the footsteps approach. Tess, the Luna and Elder, stopped in front of my cell and leaned her arms over the bars and stared at me. As much as I hated to admit it, I admired the hell out of her. An Elder and a Luna? Not to mention her stare was actually intimidating.

"All right, Red," she said, tilting her head to the side. "Calmed down a bit, I hope?"

I bit my tongue and nodded. Lashing out wasn't going to get us anywhere and I wasn't the only life I needed to think about. Plus, the grumpiness I had first waking up faded away now I could actually think straight. I almost preferred being groggy. When my brain was fuzzy, it wasn't shoving unpleasant images of my brother's bloody body in my face.