Don't Ever Let Me Go

Surprise Visit

Wyatt had run a good portion of the night to make it to The Goblin Kingdom on time, anger fueling his depleting  energy. The dry air made his fur feel like straw and his eyes felt as though they were covered in sand. He approached the edge of the kingdom, shifting behind a tree before he made his way to the waiting guards.

"Who goes there?!" An armed goblin shouted.

"Alpha Wyatt Nixon of Crimson Shadow Pack." Wyatt answered.

"The reason for you unannounced visit?" He inquired.

"Listen here you bite sized nugget, I need to speak with Jareth immediately. Now, make it happen before I use your bones to pick my teeth!" The Alpha snapped, letting the goblin know that he was deathly serious.

"Right this way." The goblin scurried away and led the annoyed and pissed off Wyatt to his King. Walking to the conference room, the muffled sound of Jareth's voice and a few others were heard inside.

Wyatt didn't wait for the goblin to open the door or announce his arrival, no. Instead he burst through the door and locked eyes with Jareth.

"Get the fuck out!" He yelled at the King's company through gritted teeth as he made his way further into the room.

"Wyatt, it's been a while." Jareth smiled and stood from his seat at the end of the long table. 

"YOU!" Wyatt grabbed the table and flipped it out of his way, pinning Jareth to the wall by his throat.

"What's got my informant all tense and pissy?" The King asked as his face turned red.

"As a matter of fact, you do." Wyatt's silver eyes quickly turned black as a warning for him to tread lightly.

"Me?" Jareth managed to say.

"You see, a little birdie told me that you banished your wife WITHOUT getting her side of the story." Wyatt squeezed harder. "So, we are going to talk about it right now!"

"She was going to set Ray free. I had to punish her." Jareth spoke once Wyatt allowed him to breathe.

"And you trusted the traitor over your own wife?!" The anger inside of the Alpha started to grow rapidly again. 

"She loved him once. The only thing that I could think of, was that she still loved him and wanted to save him." Wyatt sensed no lies in Jareth's words.

"Fix your conference room and take a fucking seat. We're gonna have a long conversation." Silas, Wyatt's wolf growled.

Snapping his fingers, in an instant the table had been placed back in its normal spot and the chairs were back where they belonged. Only then did both of the men take their seats and Jareth knew to watch his step around Wyatt and answer any of his questions honestly.

"I assume the birdie that fed you information was Sarah? Is she alright?" Jareth asked, fixing his crumpled shirt and twisted amulet.

"Now you care about her?" Wyatt gripped the edge of the table, listening to the wood begin to splinter. "Your 'little birdie' was the spirit in your Labyrinth."

"What did the Labyrinth have to say?" The King seemed truly interested in the information that his informant had received.

"Your wife wasn't with the traitor in question to release him. She had come to collect the Labyrinth and ask Ray what he was getting out of helping Silas." Wyatt began.

"What was he going to gain? I was so caught up with my lust for Sarah, that I hadn't realized she left the spirit with Ray." Jareth added the end of his statement as a mental note for himself.

"He was set to gain your wife as his payment, after you fell in the battle, but his plan was interrupted when you lived and Silas died." Wyatt's words were covered in a thin film of venom as he spoke.

"That's why he devised a plan and framed her, because he knew he couldn't have her." Jareth realized.

"And you did exactly what he wanted. If he couldn't have her, he planned to kill her without even having to touch her." Wyatt leaned forward and locked eyes with his friend sitting at the table.

"Sarah's dead?" Jareth's face turned even more pale as pain clenched around his non-beating heart.

"When I found her, she was alive, but just barely. Her lips were cracked from the sun's heat, she was bruised, and she looked very malnourished. She has been taken to my territory to heal and recover." Anger, once again, made itself known in his tone.

"I'm very thankful that you found her. I am in debt to you." Jareth bowed his head.

"When you banished her, would you have let her stay if she told you that she had something important to tell you?" Wyatt's curiosity was piqued. 

"In that exact moment, I would have thought that she was trying to spare her life and change my mind." Jareth confessed.

"Sarah was right about that then. She knows you pretty fucking well." Wyatt's eyes darkened and Silas begged to be let loose on the Fae in front of him.

"What do you mean?" Jareth's brow raised in curiosity of his own.

If I understand your rituals right, when you sent her away, the Bond you two created would have killed her eventually, am I wrong?" This was an important question of the Alpha's that he wanted answered immediately.

"Over time, yes. If she was wounded or her body was otherwise occupied on healing or any other life saving measure, it would have definitely sped the process up. The only thing I saw was a red mark on her shoulder." Again, Jareth's words held no lie.

"So not only would you have killed your Queen and wife, you would have killed your child as well?" Wyatt stood and paced at the far end of the table, out of arm's reach of Jareth.

"No! Aspen was here in the castle with me and his guards. He's not even a year old yet." The Goblin King shook his head.

"Not Aspen, Jareth." Wyatt growled. "Sarah's carrying your child, the second heir to your precious throne."

"Why didn't she tell me that? I would have let her stay, in a separate room of course."

"That's the same question your spirit asked her and do you know what she said?" Wyatt crossed his thick arms over his chest.

"That, I do not." Jareth replied.

"Sarah said that, aside from you thinking that she was sparring her life, that she would rather die out in The Barren Lands than grovel on her knees for another man." Wyatt spit.

The weight of his Informant's words sunk deep into Jareth's chest like a ship's anchor, pulling him down into the dark depths. In that moment, Jareth knew that he majorly fucked up, and what's worse is that he had acted no better than Chris had. Sure, Jareth never hit her or forced himself inside of her, but he had pushed her away and paid no mind to the fact that she could have died out there.

"Take me to see her, please." Jareth begged.

"No. Once she's awake, has taken a shower, and has gotten something to eat, you may arrive on my territory to bring her back home. Before she leaves though, shes's going to see my mother, the pack healer. I swear to the Moon Goddess myself, if I have to come back here and confront you like this again because you hurt her, I will rip your royal head off of your body, right where you stand. I hope that I've made myself extremely clear." Wyatt snarled and stormed out of the conference room, shifting and running back to his Mate and their guest.