Blamed

Chapter 27

"Are you sure you want to do that?"

I sighed at the question for the tenth time and gave Ophena a look.

"It's what's best for her," I whispered, trying not to wake Crimson. Ophena finished tying the metal restraints on her arms and she took a quick step back as Crimson grunted.

"I don't need her running off while we're gone," I said. She nodded and left out of the room. I glanced down at the ruby in my hand before sticking it in my pocket.

As I made my way out of the room, three guards stood by the wall. They perked up at the sight of me, bowing slightly.

"I want two of you out here and one inside. Make sure no one gets in or out. Understood?" I asked.

"Yes, Alpha."

I made my way up the hall and I could feel my heartbeat becoming faster. Everything's going to be okay. She's going to wake up with no injuries and everything will be fine. I'm going to find the shooter and Ophena will get her people back.

Everything will be fine.

"You look like you're shitting your pants."

My eyes narrowed at Ophena in a deadly glare. She shrugged and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Thanks for noticing." I snapped back. She raised a brow at me, but I kept it moving.

"The she-wolf was taken to the prison. I didn't feel like babysitting anymore." She said. I blew out a breath and headed down the hall that led to the dungeon.

"At least she's being watched. I think she knows more than she's letting on." I said. The door made a soft creak sound as I pushed it open and I descended the stairs.

"What if she's telling the truth? The bloodsucker is missing and there's a body. Maybe he killed him." She said.

I shrugged. "Maybe he did."

The atmosphere in the dark dungeon was tense and dry. The only sound was the occasional clanks and low murmurs of the new prisoners. I stopped in front of the first cell, staring at the back of one of the witches.

"I can sense her life draining, mutt. Soon, she'll be dead." Tia turned around and even though she was blind, her eyes stared right through mine. I growled, glaring at her.

She stayed against the wall, the only thing covering her assets were a red bra and matching panties. She didn't seem to mind the minimal amount of clothing.

"Geneva is down this way, Paxton," Ophena mumbled. I grunted and turned to follow her. We passed the other witch and she sat on the floor, her head against the wall. Her eyes followed me and there was a dim glow to them.

A slight shiver went down my spine, but I continued moving. There was no time to waste. A prisoner is on the loose and so is a shooter.

I stared at the witch that the guards caught by the border. Her black hair was cut short and she sat with her back facing me. Her hands rested on her knees and I could faintly hear her mumbling.

"No spells or I'll kill you myself." I gritted out. I kept it moving, shaking my head.

Geneva's red, long hair looked matted and dull. In a way, it gave her a wild look, like her soul was untamed. Wouldn't be surprised if it was. She stood at her full height, her long legs moving her across the cell as she paced back and forth. It seemed she had yet to register our presence.

"...kill her. No. Maybe... he wouldn't want that." Incoherent whispers rushed past her lips and I cleared my throat, causing her movement to stop.