Blamed

Chapter 9

Ophena's eyes not once left Crimson as we rode back to the pack house. I was still unable to mind-link anyone, but they should have been able to feel something through our mental link. The pain of an Alpha through a mental link can be very excruciating.

Crimson sat against the door, quiet as ever. She hasn't spoken or moved since we left. The poison was being slowed down with the help of the medicine Ophena had in the car. It would only last a good hour. Maybe enough time until we get to the pack house.

"I um... I want to thank you, Crimson. If it wasn't for you, my brother would probably be dead." Ophena said slowly. She turned in the passenger seat to look at me.

I glanced over at Crimson and saw she made no moves to talk. Her hand tapped her leg in an odd rhythm, her head turned to the window. Her body reeked of dried blood and her clothes were staining the car. Curiosity and worry had my eyebrows knitting together.

"How are you feeling?" I asked. She didn't answer me and I cleared my throat.

"You're going to have to start answering my questions, Crimson," I said. Her hand stopped and it curled up into a fist. She looked down at her lap, not saying a word.

"What did Eleanor do to you? Did she change you into this? Into what you are now?" The calmness in my voice was slipping and was turning into desperation. I was desperate for answers. For anything that could possibly help me turn her back.

"What am I, Paxton?" She shot back, startling me. Her eyes held mine in a death stare, but I didn't back down.

"A killer? A monster? A psychopath? People have given me plenty of names." She said, glaring.

"Yes! All of those things." I breathed out. A flash of hurt crossed her features, but it quickly disappeared. I began shaking my head, realizing what I had said.

"I mean, you don't have to be that way. You can change. You can be normal." I said. Her face scrunched up and she scoffed. A faraway look appeared on her face.

"Being normal is what got me here." She muttered, looking away from me. My eyebrows knitted together, more questions lingering on my tongue.

My thoughts consumed the silence in the air and I turned to look out my own window. The scenery did nothing to brighten the mood for it was sprinkling and dark clouds covered the sky. It resembled my entire day and I wouldn't be surprised if Crimson was feeling the same way.

'Maybe we should stop trying to help her. She obviously doesn't want to change. She cannot live though. We have to kill her. For the communities.' Leo said with a hint of sadness. I cast a look at Crimson and saw she was still gazing out the window.

'What about the pack? They need a Luna. I need a Luna. I need my mate, Leo.' I said. He huffed out a growl, curling up in a ball.

'Someone that's suppose to complete us. Someone who is supposed to bring happiness and joy to her pack, and a role model to pups.' He whispered, staring at her through my eyes.

'Sadly, she is none of those things. We have to do it. For us. For the pack. For the families that have lost their loved ones to her hands.' He added. My hand balled up into a fist and I nodded.

He is right. She's a danger to everyone. It would be best if she dies. The communities would feel safer and I would be able to do my role as Alpha properly.

'She should be kept in the prison. No food, no water, no sunlight, and no contact. She will last for at least four days. Maybe a week.' I said. My walls came back up and that hatred that had been pushed to the side was back, front and center.