Shaun’s POV
We were going stir crazy in the silence, trying to think up the best ways for us to go after Lucy that would be equally smart and efficient. We couldn’t rush in without proper planning, because that would end up making things worse for us. If we really wanted to attain the upper hand in the situation, we had to be well prepared and ready to embark on such a mission that demanded the best strategy.
But we had met our first hurdle-getting the exact location of Lucy. All the letters she had been sent left no clues as to where she could have gone. Also, back in that training field, I hadn’t been able to sense a proper trail indicating where she had gone. If we didn’t even know where we were headed, how did we hope to even fight for her?
“Maybe we should just ask Ahmad-” Seth started to suggest, but I picked up a pen from my bed and flung it at him.
“Don’t even finish that statement. We aren’t going back to him. He’ll only laugh in our faces and call us incompetent. We can do this on our own, and we will. We just need . . .” I struggled to come up with something next to say, but the sheer emptiness and desperation warring for dominance in my brain made sure that I came up empty like a fish out of water.
“Every moment we wait here is another second that something bad could be happening to her, Shaun. We can’t risk her life merely because of ego,” said Seth, fiddling with the pen I had thrown him. He walked to the other corner of the room-mine-and checked out a picture that I had brought along with me when we had been moving here. “I see that you brought this picture along.”
The picture was one of the few ones that we had with our mother before she died. We had rarely taken pictures because we had taken those chances for granted, thinking that we would always get other opportunities to do so. If we had known that life would have gone in such way for us, things might have been different. But we couldn’t dictate for the hands that guided our destinies.
“Where did Scott go?” I asked to change the subject. There was really no time to think about the past at that moment. Someone’s future depended on our actions and we had to act accordingly.
As though he knew he was being asked for, Scott joined us in the room, holding a folded sheet of paper in his hand with a serious look on his pale face. He handed the letter over to me. “I found it right in front of my room door. Didn’t see who left it.”
From the type of paper used, and even the cursive writing, it already appeared very familiar to me-because it was very similar to the letters sent to Lucy. “This letter . . .” I started, gently shaking it in my hand, “must have the answer we’re looking for.”
With my heart stiff in my chest, I opened up the letter and started to read it. Shaun came closer to us so he could see the content of the letter as well.
‘The triplets of Moongrowl pack. The sons of the moon, as they had so fondly called you when you had been born. You know not who I am, but I know you all, and I am delighted to finally have this opportunity to address you directly. This letter doesn’t have much to say, but if you want your newfound mate to survive this evening, then you had better come find her in the very place that your father ruined.’
I looked up. How did he know about Lucy being our mate? Were we being watched? “The very place our father ruined? What sort of riddle is this?”
“Bastard,” Seth hissed, running a hand through his hair. I had never seen him so stressed in a while, and I could tell that Lucy’s absence was finally getting to each and every one of us. The longer we were without her, the more our wolves had started to crave for the mate we had found in her.
I still didn’t know how we were to go about this whole situation where we were mated to one woman, but it was the least of my worries in that moment. All that really mattered was finding her and keeping her safe.
“Bloodbath pack,” Scott said quietly, looking outside the window. “He’s talking about Bloodbath pack.”
“Father was an usurper, remember? After mom’s death, he just became obsessed with acquiring more and territory. Bloodbath wasn’t the only pack that suffered from his cruelty,” I said.
“It is was the only one where he and his men slaughtered more than fifty percent of the total population. The one where he burned down that pack and made sure it wouldn’t rise again. The one where . . . he took Lucy from.” The last part of his sentence cracked inside his throat like an egg. Almost like he was too weak to think or speak about that. The internal conflict within him burst on his face so vividly for a few seconds, and then it was gone. By the time his eyes were open again, he was wearing his usual impassive look.
Since mother’s death, expressing emotions had been a struggle for Scott. Seeing him be so vulnerable at a time like this, only proved just how deep Lucy had touched us, even though we hadn’t been receptive to her from the beginning.
Maybe deep down, we had all known that she was special, but didn’t want to accept it.
“Well, no matter what happens, we’re going to find her,” I said, forcing myself to not think about all the things that could make her hate me even more. How did she manage to endure out presence if our own father had brought calamity upon her pack and brought her to be his wife against her own will? So much injustice, and yet, she had endured it all, only for us to come along and make things even worse for her.
“I agree with you, Shaun,” I said to him, changing ny clothes into something better suited for what we were about to embark on. A casual shirt and shorts I hardly wore for the sake of when I shifted into my wolf form, and some basic shoes.
Seth and Scott also went to their respective rooms after we decided to meet up once we were all ready. Minutes later, they were back, looking the part of men on a very important mission.
“Are you ready, brothers?” I asked, looking at both of their faces. Faces so similar to mine, and yet, so different all at once. We were all joined by blood, but shared unique qualities that made us who were were.
Scott was the quiet one, but deep inside was highly intelligent amd innovative. Seth could talk down a burning house with only two words. And me . . . most of the time I was the one who had set something on fire in the first place. But I was certain of the bond we all shared, and now that it was made even more obvious by the moon deeming it fit for us to have a mate in the same woman-a woman that we had all wronged due to our ignorance.
Seth nodded. “It’s time to make things right.”
I looked out the window, amd caught sight of the falling sun in an oddly close proximity to the moon-like an impending eclipse. “I couldn’t agree more.”