Blamed

Chapter 15

"Are you sure you want to do this, Paxton? I mean, I can—"

"I know what I want, Karlos. I want you to go to Julio's tonight. Bring him to me. If he refuses, knock him out. Tie him up. I don't care what you do. Just bring him here." I said quickly, pacing back and forth in my office. The meeting with the pack had been canceled, unfortunately, but something far more important had come up.

"It will take hours for us to get there. It's a long drive." I stopped and shot Karlos a glare.

"Then I advise you to leave now." He nodded and scurried out of the room. The door closed behind him and I was left with my hectic thoughts.

'We should go back to the cabin. I don't like leaving her alone.' Leo growled softly. I shook my head at that.

'We should give her some space. Besides, we need to figure out what she is.' I said.

'She cannot be human. She has the strength to push us off of her in wolf form. Can jump from a third-floor building and land without a scratch. Yellow rings around her eyes and the ability to cause pulses to vibrate amongst the world.' I listed. Leo was pacing as well in my head, his wolf head bobbing up and down.

'She says she's human.' He said. I scoffed, scratching my beard.

'Do you really believe that? Did you see what I just saw? Her eyes!' I reminded him. She is anything but human. She has to be.

'What if it's her mind like she said?' I blew out a breath.

'Hear me out, Paxton. What if there's something wrong with her brain? She said it's her mind and the pulses come from her brain.' He said.

I nodded, sitting in my chair. My finger tapped the desk quickly, my thoughts racing. My eyes went wide and I immediately picked up the desk phone I rarely used.

'I know who can help us with this.' I said.

'Who?' He asked. I dialed the number and waited as the phone rang. I placed in on speaker, the sound echoing around the room.

'That healer from years ago. She will know what's going on.' As I said that, the ringing stopped and a frail voice answered.

"Hello?"

"Is this Isabelle Lone?" I asked. The line went silent before they cleared their throat.

"Who's asking?" The voice changed, sounding stronger and cautious. I huffed.

"It's an old friend, Paxton Thornhill. Remember me?" I asked. A slew of curses filled the air.

"The arrogant Alpha that threatened my life? I wouldn't call you a friend." She muttered.

"Look, we can discuss that later. I need your help with something." I said quickly.

"What is it this time?"

"Have you heard of a woman named Crimson Alexander?" Something crashed on her end and I leaned forward, trying to hear anything else.

"Isabelle?"

"Crimson Alexander? The woman that could be Death himself? Yeah. Who hasn't heard about that vile creature." I growled, glaring at the black phone.

"Watch it, Isabelle. I don't want to have to come find you and finish the job, do I?" I asked. A slow breath could be heard from the other line and I smirked.

"Geesh. Calm down, big boy. So, what about her?"

"I'm pretty sure you have encountered her before. She tends to get around and I hear she leaves people alive after meeting them to tell the tale. Are you one of them?" I asked hopefully. It became eerily quiet.