No Mercy

Chapter 19

I hold Silas' hand desperately in my own, sure I am inflicting even more damage with my death grip but refusing to lessen it even in the slightest.

"Rylan he's okay," my father tries to console but I ignore him, my eyes never leaving Silas' face.

He stares back at me with a patronizing grin curling his lips. "I've been telling her that for the last hour, Father Alpha, but she hasn't let go of my hand since they brought me in here."

"That's because you've been injured," I whisper, my eyes still glued to his.

"I'm well aware of that, Ry. And I'm not saying you have to leave or anything but can you at least let go of my hand? I already have two bullet holes near my pelvis, I don't want to have to deal with some broken fingers, too." I loosen my grip slightly, giving Sy just enough allowance to flex his stiff fingers.

Deniel huffs out a large breath from his position leaning against the wall next to the door. "Damn if I knew you would be waiting on Sy hand and foot I would have dove in front of the bullet."

"This isn't a time for joking Deniel." I break eye contact with Silas as I drop my head down, resting my forehead on the back of our interlaced fingers.

Just then a sturdy ball of straightened hair and frayed nerves skids into the room, her eyes frantically taking in the scene as she struggles to catch her breath. "Where is he is he okay what happened?" She rushes out in one breathy heap.

Silas attempts to get up to reassure his girlfriend but I use my free hand and press down on his shoulder to keep him in bed. "Baby I'm fi-"

"Fine?" An anger I've rarely seen forces Gabrielle to throw her hands in the air as her voice rises to match. "Fine? You got fucking shot Silas! That's the opposite of fucking fine!"

I stand from my position at his side as I address her. "Listen Gabbi-"

She turns her head away from me as she holds one of her shaky hands up to stop me. "Can we have a few moments alone please?"

I bite back the impulse to demand she respect me like the Alpha I am and instead I nod my head solemnly as I reluctantly release Silas' hand. I jerk my head towards the door pausing to follow Deniel and my father out of the room. I shut the door behind me, hearing the yelling start as soon as the door clicks closed. I only decide to walk away once the screaming quickly dissolves into crying, a hiccupped sobbing echoing from the room that perfectly expresses all of the fear Gabbi wasn't able to put into words.

I walk all the way to the end of the hall and take a seat on the floor across from an empty bench that's right next to the door. Deniel comes to sit next to me on the ground while my father sits in the middle of the metal bench. Deniel grabs my left hand that lies limp in my lap, and I grasp onto it desperately.

Why are you so distraught? You knew this was going to happen. Najee sounds confused as she attempts to sift through my jumbled emotions.

This isn't what I expected. I mumble as I try to figure out what's next.

"So can you go over what happened again?" My father asks as he leans forward to brace his elbows on his knees.

I lean my head onto Denny's shoulder and let him take the time to explain everything to my father for the millionth time. I close my eyes as I try to feel for Mediana. I get nothing but a faint aura, unable to determine her emotions or thoughts through the whisper of a connection I have. What's happening to her right now?

My dad interrupts my train of thought with a question of his own. "Rylan, you know what this means don't you?"

I open my eyes and focus them on dad, trying to determine which "this" he is referring to. "What what means?"