Something Wicked This Way Comes (Zayn Malik)

Chapter Fifteen

Caledonia heard the whispering and it grows louder and louder. She didn’t think following it would be a good idea, but she needed to know what it meant. Caledonia watched as Zayn and Harry yell at each other, and she decides to sneak away and follow the noise. She watches as Zayn’s house left her view, and she headed into the woods.

            “So close.” She swore she heard. Her heart was racing and she hoped that a body was not going to be on the other side of the noise. She wonders in the wilderness for what seemed like hours, and the sun was setting now. She hoped that she wasn’t wondering to find Marcel’s body because she genuinely liked him. All of sudden the voices stopped. Her feet hit something, and she had to bend down to see what it was.

            It was Marcel. He wasn’t moving, and was covered in blood. Caledonia felt her breath choke in her lungs, and she felt along his throat for a pulse. She let a shuddering breath of relief when she found it. She gently brushed his hair out of his face, and his eyes fluttered. Marcel opened his eyes, and looked at her in horror.

            “Run, Cal, run!” He tried to yell at her.

            “I can’t. I can’t leave you here!” She told, just as she felt herself being roughly pulled up by her armpits. Marcel was making sounds of protest.

            “She has nothing to do with us.” Marcel was trying to beg for her life, she wouldn’t be able to handle the torture as he had. He felt himself being dragged up as well and a quick blow to the head knocked him out.

            “Don’t fucking touch him!” Caledonia spat at her attacker, she couldn’t see who was holding her, but they were strong.

            “Oooh, what a feisty one we have here!” An evil voice sounded out, and everything went black  to Caledonia.

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            “Where is she?!” Zayn cried out. He was turning in circles and it would have been funny if the situation was not serious.

            “I didn’t see her leave!” Harry cried out, and Zayn wanted to throw him against the house. “I was too busy looking for my brother!” Both boys turn their head to see Louis Tomlinson and his pack rushing over to them. Niall Horan was blooded and was being supported by Liam.

            “They took him. I tried, Harry, please believe that I tried to stop them.” Niall was sobbing, and it broke everyone’s heart.

            “What did they look like?” Zayn asked quietly. He feared that the same assholes that took his advisor had taken his mate.

            “They were human. They moved so quickly, but they were not like us.” Niall said. His face was slowly starting to heal, and he was afraid. He and Marcel were looking at the records trying to figure out what Caledonia had to do with this. They were reading though an old book, when the windows shattered and then all Niall remembers is pain. He tried to shield Marcel from the hits, but the man seemed to want him. Niall watched as they took his new friend though the window, kicking and screaming.

            “What were you two doing?” Louis asked Niall.

            “Looking for clues as to who Caledonia Harkin really is.” Niall tells him.

            “She is none of your concern.” Zayn spits out at Niall, and Louis has to laugh bitterly.

            “She was mine way before she was yours. No, scratch that. She will never be yours.” Louis tells Zayn, bitterly. Louis is mad. He is mad that his advisor is hurt and his best friend is angry at him, and ran off. Zayn only smiles at him.

            “You think because you fucked her, she is yours? She is my mate, bitch. She is mine and I am hers. You are nothing more than some poor bloke she used to fuck.” Zayn tells him. Zayn is only slightly taller than Louis, and at the end of his speech he is at his full height in front of Louis. Louis’s eyes turn an orange color, and before Zayn can think he is being thrown back. Standing before Zayn is a tiger the size of a horse, and in a blink of an eye Zayn is turning into his wolf.

            Harry and the others watch as the two Alphas go at it. Louis is trying to pin down Zayn and Zayn is biting and clawing at any piece of Louis he can reach. They continue to hit and slice at one another until a piercing scream stops them.

            “Caledonia.” Zayn sobs.

***

            When Caledonia comes to, she is tied to a chair. She notices that the room smells like death, and that Marcel is beside her.

            “Styles. Styles. Marcel!” Caledonia tries to get him to wake up or at least move. She doesn’t know where she is, and she doesn’t want to be alone. Marcel stirs beside her, but then goes still.

            “So you’re awake?” A mocking voice asks. Caledonia pulls up her head, and she finally notices him. He is a man in what appears to be in his late thirties, with a dirty appearance, and crooked teeth.

            “Yeah, you made telling me what the fuck you want?” Caledonia spits out. The man growls, and slaps her across the face. The pain was bearable, and Caledonia smiled at the man. “You’ll have to do better than that.” She smirks at the man, who is red in the face with anger. He pulls his hand back, but before his hand makes contact a faint voice starts to speak.

            “Don’t touch her.” Marcel’s voice is barely over a whisper, and Cal feels relieved that he was awake. The man grins, and smacks Caledonia again and again. This time she tastes blood. Marcel jumps in his chair, as if he could somehow break free of his ties.

            “What do you want with us?” Caledonia manages to ask. The man smiles, and backs up to lean against the wall. Cal notices that they are in a cabin of some sorts.

            “We are looking for a girl. We tried to ask this advisor here is he knew her, but he refused.” The man said. Marcel was gasping for breath. “He tried to run away, and you just had to find him. This was a matter between men, then you had to intervene.” He says in a mocking tone, and Caledonia fights the urge to spit in his face.

            “What’s your name, bitch?” The man asks her, and before Caledonia can speak Marcel does.

            “Malik. Callie Malik.” Marcel rasps out. Caledonia wants to correct him, but the frantic look in Marcel’s eyes shuts her up. The man raises his eyes.

            “Malik? As in the Alpha of the Sawyer pack?” The man asks carefully. Caledonia nods at him. She wonders how the man knows Zayn. The man noticeably shallows. The man knew that Marcel was an advisor to Malik, but this girl is somehow related to him, and that could be a problem for him.

            “Are you his sister?” The man asks carefully, hoping that that is the answer.

            “Mate.” She tells him, thinking that that was the best answer. Marcel breaks out in coughing laughter.

            “You fucked up, man.” Marcel tells him, choking out laughter. “ You think Zayn appreciates that you slapped his mate?” The man growls out, and grabs Marcels face.

            “Where is Caledonia Harkin, advisor?!” The man screams in Marcel faces.

            “I’ll never tell you.” Marcel says. Caledonia feels her blood run cold. What does this guy want with her? Before she can think the man pulls a knife, and stabs Marcel in the stomach. Marcel gasps out in pain, and turns to look at Caledonia. She watches in horror as blood spills out of his wound, and she does the only thing she can.

            She screams.