Chapter 20: 19

Chapter 19

"Fix him up."

"Yes, Alpha."

Severus took off his t-shirt, and wiped his dirtied hands on it. It was such a shame that was all it took for the supposed to be a 'ferocious' creature to conk out.

Severus still felt like going, and if only it wouldn't create a huge commotion among the pack members, he would have brought this sparring match outside.

That way, he wouldn't feel so restrained.

"His face…"

"I can barely recognize him…"

"I heard too many cracks, too…"

Severus hang the t-shirt over his shoulder as he made his way out of the underground prison, his gaze seemingly cold and brutal. Now that he has done it, he doesn't feel as stiff and irritated as earlier.

Still, that man is far from settling his dues, and Severus is here to collect them—and he'll make sure to do it in agonizing installments.

With that in mind, he decides to enjoy the cannibal's presence for another day or two before contacting the Capital.

For now, that's the least he could do for Amber's sake.

Severus will also punish her to keep up appearances, but beyond that tough exterior and responsibility as an Alpha, he will see to it that she doesn't get a reprimanding from anyone else, and condemned for her so-called 'selfish' actions.

Who would dare?

Aside from deviating from the rules, it was a job well done.

Amber jolted awake from the vivid dream that she had, her chest heaving.

The scene was very… intense. Her hands couldn't stop shaking.

Amber wiped the beads of sweat that formed on her forehead, and leaned over to the bedside table to peek at the clock.

Dinner time had already passed, and it seemed like Alpha Severus didn't bother to send a person to collect her this time.

Amber gingerly got out of bed, feeling conflicted.

Huge fires and havoc covered her dream, and everything was caused by only one person—the male caretaker who was currently in their pack's custody.

She wasn't entirely sure of the setting, but at the very least, she could tell that the city being burned down to the ground in her dream was supposed to be a pack. The villager's purpose inside it remained unclear, however… one thing was certain.

No pack would be ever safe from the chaos he could create.

That's why it's better to put an end now to something that may came to fruition if left unaddressed.

Amber tried to blink away her confusion when she stared at her arm—it was now delicately wrapped in a plaster cast. The wheels in her head started spinning until the most conceivable realization dawned on her.

'Alpha must have known by now,' she thought, 'but how?'

She already had a talk with the squad leader, and they reached an agreement, concerning the mission report.

Something…

Something occurred while she was sleeping.

Sir Gin would never speak a word of it unless he was pushed over the edge—and for that to happen, Alpha Severus probably took part in it.

Now, the question is… who did it?

Somebody told on her, and that's how the Alpha found out.

Amber poured out her sincerity when she asked Sir Gin of 'that' favor, and she knew that her words reached him. Otherwise, Alpha Severus would have known about the things she had done in the first instance as soon as they arrived back.

The pack house was quiet when she went outside of her room.

As nocturnal beings, it's normal for them to stay up late, and if it's this peaceful in the pack house… they all must have gone out, hunting.

'Is Lucas home?' Amber couldn't help but wonder.

Weeks before they set out for the mission, Lucas had been rarely coming home—it was a miracle that the Alpha had never made any comment about his son's behavior.

She was thinking that a thorough scolding was in order, but she guessed even the Alpha could defy her expectations sometimes.

Amber headed to the dining area, and switched on the lights.

As she inhaled the air, she was able to get a time estimate that it had been around two hours since the last person came here.

It made her realize that no one stayed behind after dinner.

Such cases would only happen if the Alpha had nothing to discuss over the meal.

Amber took out a frozen bottled water from the fridge, and went straight to the main door.

And if anyone was wondering… no, she didn't drink it. It wasn't intended for her to consume to begin with. By the time her leisurely stroll is over, it should be back to its original, liquid state.

As of the moment, she couldn't feel anything from her injured arm. The medical team probably applied a substance to numb the pain, but Amber wasn't sure whether or not she should be grateful for it.

After all, moving it around is a problem, and she won't have the faintest idea if she's already overdoing it.

Her arm may be needing treatment, Amber still thought that they didn't have to go as far as to provide her with something that would make her lose sensation as a consequence.

She pursed her lips into a thin line.

She can't blame them, though.

They probably did it out of Alpha Severus' specific instructions.

Her wistful eyes glazed over. How did the Alpha react to the news?

The word 'upset' feels lacking…

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Did he, by any chance, take his anger out on the squad leaders?

Amber bit her lower lip in worry.

She must find a way to confirm it, and apologize to the pack warriors who got embroiled in the issue. She has no intention of just letting them all receive the brunt of the Alpha's wrath to clear her name from any responsibility.

Adult wolves often have a huge sense of duty, that's why they have Amber's deep respect. Nevertheless, it's all the more reason for her to step forward, and start explaining.

The consequences of her actions are hers to bear. It's the proper way to go at it.

But…

First of all, she needs to clear this round.

Her gaze grew colder as it fell upon the root cause of this unpleasant experience for everyone.

Amber was able to sneak into the underground prison only because she had been diligently studying the guards' schedule, and rotation for quite a while now.

She has no hidden agenda nor anything of the sort.

She just figured that familiarizing herself with the order would come handy one day.

And who would have thought she'd make use of that knowledge in this instance?

Even she… couldn't have predicted that.

'Look at him, all harmless and as if dead to the world…'

Although, the villager was looking a little more battered than usual, it was none of her concern. Amber twisted the bottle's cap, then looked back at the man starkly.

He's a threat to the werewolf community, alright.

And his single elimination would mean a lot for all the heartbroken families out there.

He festered her dreams like the living garbage that he was…

Amber went closer to the bars, and unceremoniously threw the ice-cold water in his sleeping face. The man stirred with an audible gasp, his eyes frantic while searching for the threat.

And when he saw her face, that panic turned into something else. "Look do we have here…" He started breathing heavily. "Missed me?"

What's even more disgusting is that… he seemed genuinely happy to see her once again.

Amber narrowed her gaze at a certain part of his cheek. His skin and flesh from where she torn his ear off looked badly infected, and as if it was rotting away.

"Does that kind of interpretation make you happy?" she asked back, unfazed.

Ah…

This is wrong.

Not feeling even an ounce of fear feels wrong.

Because it only means she's being full of herself…

But, she can't help it.

For some reason, she feels like she has to do whatever it takes to end him today.

Perhaps, that dream has something to do with it.

To her, it seems like a message.

That they shouldn't wait until they get him to the Capital, and present to the Werewolf King.

That something even worse might come if he stays alive for a few more weeks… or months.

"You make me happy," he croaked with a wicked smile. "I know you're worth it, girl. That's why… once I've got my hands on you, I'll take my sweet time to savor the taste of young wolf like you…"

He replied. He hasn't completely lost his hearing.

Amber closed her eyes to compose herself.

The villager wasn't even trying to hide it now.

The fact that he was a cannibal…!

When she opened her eyes, the man was taken aback by how impervious she was to the teasing.

"Are those your last words?"

His jaw hung open. "Huh?"

"You're defenseless right now. You could say… it was a perfect opportunity for me."

"What are you on about—"

"My job as a warrior isn't to play fair." Amber looked him dead in the eye. "It's to win, no matter what it takes."

"Aren't you ashamed—"

"Who says about admitting who did it?" She studied the structure of his cell carefully. "I don't really care about that…"

It's nothing to be proud of.

Killing a cannibal who, in no way, can defend himself…

It's a violation of the Werewolf King's law, too.

Amber isn't interested in making a name for herself in such a manner.

"Ha…! Why did I even get worked up? You can't even get inside here…"

"Do I have to?" she asked innocently. "I was told I was good at… darts." Then, all of a sudden, a knife was already in her grasp. She picked it up earlier from a storage stand on the way down here. "And that… I have the strength of a man. You know it yourself, too, don't you?" Her eyes glistened with false euphoria.. "I've held your machete for you after all."

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