Chapter 12

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"Bring it in."

I watch with anticipation to see what had Kaden and the boys in such a bad mood last night.

He never told me, partly because I didn't ask, but we were comfy in bed, he was happily nuzzling into my neck, and although I spent fifteen minutes chewing my lips deliberating whether or not I should ask him about it, I didn't. I figured it would be brought up in the pack meeting and if it wasn't, he would trust me enough to tell me.

Carrick emerges with a large object covered in white cloth in his arms, his face bloody and bruised. One eyes is swollen shut, the other tinged with black and blue bruises. His lips were obviously busy and swollen, a large split right down the centre that was profusely bleeding.

I look to Kaden out of the corner of my eyes, and he's just looking at Carrick with a look of pure loathing. Jasper is sat a few chairs down, shaking his head at Carrick's appearance, his daughter sitting quietly on his knee as she reads a small picture book.

The bundle in Carrick's hands is set down in the centre of the table, and I find myself leaning forward as if it will make the reveal faster.

"Remove the sheet." Kaden's voice is gruff next to my ear, sending small shivers down my back. It annoys me that he has an effect on me because I'm trying to be mad and having him mess with my head without him even speaking to me is driving me crazy.

Carrick does as he's told, revealing a body. It's skin is a pale blue colour, with green stripes and dots across its lucid skin. Their hair is jet black, cut into a short pixie cut, and it's eyes are closed.

Muffled gaps of shock ripple around the room, and I look to see many people have covered their mouths or at least looked away.

But I can't.

I can't tear my eyes away from the giant hole in it's chest where it's heart should be.

"This faerie was found just outside of the pack border." A voice speaks up from across the room. The voice came from the woman who was bleeding on the floor and she's now sitting at the last chairon my side, her hand grasped in her mates.

She's slender, with dark olive skin and jet black hair. Her straight white teeth are still stained with her blood, but her bright green eyes are open and protected by her thick, dark lashes. She still looks to be slightly in pain, but I can see the determination in her eyes to not show her weakness to her Alpha.  I commend her for it. "Scouts spotted what they described to look like a shadow fleeing from the seen."

I growl rumbles deep within Kaden's throat. "Have you checked the surrounding woods?"

"We covered every inch of territory whilst you were gone Alpha, we even asked the neighbouring pack to check for anything. They found nothing." Her eyes fall to the floor in failure, and I feel sorry for her. I know how it feels to let someone down.

I can still remember vividly every time I couldn't take another punch, run that little bit faster, and every time I looked at my father in apology, he just looked disappointed.

I'd rather him be angry at me, or shout at me, but when he just shook his head slowly and asked me to do it again, I knew I'd let him down.

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