Dad was still investigating Tate Windlestaff. He found out that Tate is not married or currently dating anyone. He was also a human. He owned his own home which was his grandparent’s former house. Dad had a team of highly qualified investigators start sifting through Tate’s life like a fine toothcomb. Their orders were to leave no stone unturned because he was involved in the kidnapping of the boss’s daughter-Melanie. Someone they were familiar with, worked with and liked.
Needless to say, that was motive enough to get the ball rolling to find out why Tate betrayed us. Every property they formerly owned was investigated to ensure I was not there. If it was in human territory, the local police were brought in especially in heavily human-populated areas, to ensure no problems. Again, no stone was being left unturned.
Dad was receiving updates by the hour of their progress. Everyone associated with Tate within the company was brought in and interrogated. One individual still remained at large, his best friend, Dean Armstrong had taken a leave of absence two weeks ago. He was on a two-month leave of absence for personal reasons (he was on a cruise ship).
That still didn’t stop Dad from sending people to talk with Dean at his next port of call along with the local authorities as backup. He was leaving nothing to chance. He would apologize later if there was a misunderstanding.
At the end of the second day, Anthony was getting more and more agitated by the second. He couldn’t feel Melanie in their link. He felt more pain as if she was being manhandled and jostled around, which still didn’t go over very well with him. Anthony tried to eat but couldn’t eat much. He just couldn’t keep it down. His stomach was queasy-was it because of the silver on Melanie?
What did Alpha King Matthew find out about Prince Michael’s trio of friends? Anthony couldn’t help but feel useless sitting around doing nothing. He needed to be doing something useful but what? He decided to go into the office and see what he could do.
Anthony found Melanie’s notes from the night before when she was jotting down the ‘Prince Michael Sightings.’ She had a log made out and neatly organized. I noticed she made some notes off to the side on a separate sheet of paper with her own thoughts.
—Her notes—
‘Prince Michael can still command people to obey him-that could be a problem. Might need to ask King Matthew about that.’
‘Who is helping Prince Michael? Childhood friend maybe-has to be someone he trusts implicitly.’
‘How could he move so freely around the country and not be stopped after everything that has happened?’
‘Did we forget to alert the other packs that he cannot move freely around the country? That he is a danger to others?’
‘Who is HELPING HIM??? WHO???’
–End of Notes-
Anthony was impressed with his mate’s notes. She certainly is a thorough thinker. She was spot on with some of her observations. Anthony decided to show Troy the notes she made while logging in the sightings of Prince Michael.
‘Dad, I found on Melanie’s desk a list of notes Melanie made the night she was logging in the sightings of Prince Michael. She made some very good observations about who must be helping him. When you get home tonight, I’ll show it to you,’ advised Anthony with pride showing in his voice.
“Yes, Melanie is a very insightful and thorough thinker. That’s one of the reasons she’s very good at her job and another reason a lot of people fear her. She can usually get to the bottom of things rather quickly. That’s probably why she was taken, she would have figured out his plan in the end faster than anyone else,” boasted my Dad with pride shining through in his voice.
“Did you find anything out about Tate Windlestaff? Dad, can I help you with anything? I need to be doing something. Not doing anything is driving me crazy,” Anthony explained to my Dad.
“I know but we need you to stay put at home. We don’t know what to expect and if they do something to her, we will know about it through you. We don’t want it advertised to everyone what she’s going through. Please be patient with us. See if Beta Mason, Anderson, or Noah want to take a run or spar with you. That might help take the edge off of your frustration,” suggested Dad.
“Yeah, I could do that. Thanks, Dad. I’ll let you know if anything else happens. I’ll see you later,” replied Anthony.
Nothing else happened during the day. Dad came over after he got home and he looked tired. I showed him the list of questions to which he just chuckled. It has been two days since Melanie had been taken. We are still looking into every possible lead and talking to everyone connected to those who abducted her.
When will we catch a break?
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After sniffing the food, I put it back down. It made me queasy. My stomach rolled and I ran to the bathroom in just enough time to lose whatever was on my stomach which was nothing. My legs burned above my ankles and I felt like crap. I can’t reach my wolf, I can’t reach out to Anthony, and I feel all alone. Great! What am I going to do?
I’m going to do what I always do, my job. I’m going to do the very best I can with what I am given. I will find a way out of this situation like my Dad taught me. I just have to be patient and wait.
I went back into the bedroom and sat in the chair once again. Another male entered the room and demanded I eat the food.
“Prince Michael said you need to eat. So, eat the food. Now!” he demanded in a growly voice.
“I can’t. I just threw up. I picked it up and it made my stomach queasy. I almost didn’t make it to the bathroom in time. Take it away,” I demanded in my own growly voice.
“Prince Michael says you have to eat. So, eat!” he bellowed.
I picked up the food once again. I went to eat a bite but it caused me to start heaving again. I dropped the plate and ran to the bathroom once again. I started throwing up again. The male wolf just stood there and watched me not saying a word. When I left the bathroom I handed him the plate of food and sat back down without a word.
He looked at the food and left. Prince Michael came back in a few minutes later with a bowl of soup.
“Try eating this since you have an upset stomach. One of the boys is getting you some crackers and Ginger Ale as well. Maybe that would help your stomach,” growled Prince Michael.
I just took it from him and sniffed it. I lifted the spoon to take a sip but the smell overwhelmed me and I dropped the spoon. I put the bowl down and ran back to the bathroom. I was dry-heaving at this point. Prince Michael just stood there and looked at me. Then, he walked away not saying a word. I heard the bedroom door shortly thereafter.
I went back into the bedroom after I rinsed out my mouth. I felt like crap. The bowl of soup was gone. I sat down in the chair and began to cry. I tucked my knees up under my chin, wrapped my arms around my legs, and cried. Why am I feeling like this?