Come Home

Connor

Warning: This chapter gets a little dark. Viewer discretion is advised as there are graphic descriptions included. I have included a warning before and at the end of the more disturbing bits. The story makes sense without them and I'm considering removing them all together but let me know what you think.

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In a span of six hours, I had managed to get into another fight with Rox, victimize a human, lose Rox, and make things uncomfortable between the alpha and myself. I have to fix one of these before the sun rises and I'm hoping it's getting Roxee back.

After everyone had left, I made a quick list of the next twenty people going on rotation and went down to their rooms to wake them. A luxury of being part of the alpha family is the ability to mind link the entire pack. I unfortunately can't do that and have to do everything the hard way.

I pause in my thoughts.

Whatever it takes to get Roxee back.

Changing the rotation went a little faster as I didn't have to wait for Declan to call everyone up. After talking with the first two guards, I set up a system of sending them to fetch the next person until everyone on the list knew their duties and answered my questions. No one had discovered anything yet. I was avoiding the coffee sitting across from me as it never helped me think and impared my ability to process important information, which I desperately needed to do. A knock on the door startles me out of my thoughts. I quickly move towards the door to let them in.

"Oh, Fredrick. Is it time already?"

"Yeah. I'm actually a little late. You should go get some water and then some sleep. It'll be morning by the time Declan's shift gets done."

"Alright. Please, let me know the minute anything is discovered about Roxee's disappearance."

"Of course."

"Thank you," I nod, moving into the hallway and down the stairs to my room.

Once I get there, I glance at my mirror and jump slightly at what I see. My hair is sticking straight up in different directions and my eyes are bloodshot. My eyes have sunken, showing off dark bags and hollowed cheeks. I look like someone's nightmare, and only from one hour of Roxee being missing. If she doesn't show up asap, I'm going to start resembling a corpse.

Shaking my head of these thoughts, I turn off the light and crawl into bed to attempt some shut-eye.

I wake up before the sun has risen, but not naturally. Something woke me up. Something crawling into my bed and lying beside me. Fear washes over me, petrifying me. Until a spark of hope emerges.

"Roxee?"

I sniff the air and quickly come to the conclusion that it's not her. Allowing my eyes to adjust for a minute, I slowly turn my head towards the figure in my bed. I sniff again and smell something salty, but also a sweet smell, like perfume. Covering all of this, is a coppery scent. Doing a quick sweep of my room, I don't see any other figures standing around so I quickly jump out of my bed, flick the lights on, and spin to see who's in here with me.

On the pillow, and a mere 4 centimeters from where my head was, is a woman I grew up seeing around the house. A woman who had been there for me my entire life and had helped take care of Roxee and me when our own parents had died.

Mama Sheila, Hannah's mother. 

(GRAPHIC) I can't help but rush to the bathroom at what I see. Her eyes are wide open looking towards where I'm standing and there's blood running down her cheeks like tears. Her skin tone has turned an awful green/gray tint and her hair has been pulled out in places leaving dry blood in their wake. After having thrown up, I come back into my room and work up the nerve to approach my bed to see if she's alive in any way. (END)