Saviour

Chapter Eleven

     I slowly peeled my sore eyes open. I blinked, confused with my surroundings. The sounds of birds chirping merrily from the open bay windows made me frown as the memory of yesterday rushed back so quickly I clutched my heart painfully. 

Tears stung my eyes- I had caught my mate red handed. Yeah, we may not have been official, but we had met... and for most, once they had set eyes on 'their other half', that was enough for them. Why did we have to be so complicated?

I was sure at the very least I could count on him not to hurt me in that way after the time we had spent together. Now I wasn't sure what I knew anymore. All that I could see was red. Scarlett red, to be exact. I scowled to myself.

I was still in the library. I inhaled, basking in the smell of the old books and crisp air from outside. I slowly stood up, deciding to head back to my room for a shower. I would face Greyson when I felt a little more mentally stable. Right now, I wasn't sure if I trusted myself not to rip his face off- or Scarlett's. Not that she knew that we were mates. No, this was entirely Greyson's fault.

He had made his feelings more than clear to me. But that was fine, I had bigger things on my mind. Like Ivy, for example. I had been hoping I would have heard from her by now somehow, so I logged on to one of the computers along the far end of the library. Suddenly nervous, I searched up the Subway phone number from the airport.

The phone rang twice before a deep voice answered. "Thank you for calling Subway, Terry speaking. How may I help you?"

I took a deep breath. "Is Ivy available?" Something in the pit of my stomach made me want to throw up.

There was a silence on the line for a long moment, as if he was trying to find the right words. "I'm sorry, but Ivy passed away a couple of days ago." My face immediately paled, and I willed myself not burst into tears. Ivy had shown me kindness when she didn't have to. She had every reason to want to work with Patrick in trying to get me to find a cure, yet she had helped me escape the airport without being caught.

"H-how do you know she passed away?" I whispered brokenly. I had promised her I would help her, and instead I had failed her. I hadn't been fast enough.

Sighing, the man reluctantly responded, "She didn't show up to her shift. I called her number, and someone claiming to be her mother told me. Look, I'm sorry to have to be the one to tell you. I'm sorry for your loss, but I'm going to have to let you go. I have customers coming in."

"O-okay, thank you." I responded, hanging up the phone in despair. I stared blankly at the wall.

I knew she was sick, but I didn't know it would be this quick. My pack was truly in danger, not only from the violence of Patrick's pack, but the disease that was quite possibly infecting them as I sat here doing nothing. Whether Patrick knew it or not, I wanted to find a cure just as badly- but if I did, I wouldn't be curing him or the monstrous wolves that tormented my family.

Deciding I had had enough, I grabbed my things and rushed upstairs, showering and dressing as quickly as possible. After brushing my teeth, I prepared myself mentally. It was time to face Greyson. I put Ivy out of my mind the best that I could, choosing to focus on my anger instead of the crippling sadness coursing through me.

I walked downstairs with purpose, holding my chin high as I wasn't sure how many people within this pack had known the entire time that Greyson was messing around with Scarlett. Although... they didn't know we were mates, either. Because Greyson hadn't cared enough to tell anyone. I deflated even further, feeling worthless and uncared for.

Steeling myself, I knew it was pointless to sit around and wallow in self pity. Peoples' lives were at stake, and I would be damned if anyone else died on my watch.