He continued to smile at him, a malevolent grin, as if he possessed knowledge that Caelan lacked, and Caelan felt an intense urge to confront him and extract the information. Mason experienced emotion! His hand grasped him firmly to prevent him from proceeding with that action. “It is his desire, Caelan.”
Caelan was aware of it as well. If the man were deceased, he would be incapable of speaking or conveying the information Caelan sought, and in death, he could not be subjected to frequent beatings and t*****e to the brink of his existence. He remained standing, gazing intently at the man for an extended period. Hudson was mentally poised, fully attentive and prepared for release, yet refrained from exerting pressure for it. “You are remarkably silent, Hudson.”
His sole response was, “Amelia says no.”
Daisy declined. “Not Amelia,” he corrected his wolf.
“Identical mindset,” Hudson responded.
An intriguing viewpoint his wolf possessed regarding the two of them. Caelan believed that the two of them did not share the same mindset; she likely had a better rapport with her wolf than Caelan did with his beast, which was common among most individuals. Typically, you and your wolf shared a mutual understanding, resulting in a seamless and harmonious partnership.
He and Hudson had previously maintained a harmonious relationship for four years; however, their differing views regarding Daisy ultimately severed the bond between him and his wolf, which has remained irreparable since.
The sole occasion he and his beast were in accord was in safeguarding the pack and aiding allied packs, as they both relished a vigorous confrontation in either human or wolf form. It enabled both individuals to release their pent-up anger and aggression, marking the sole occasion their minds were in harmony, the only instance of their amicability in over a decade.
Recently, they had been in agreement, and upon reflection, Caelan realised he had not directed Hudson, nor had Hudson directed him, in quite some time. It appears they discovered a shared understanding, the same understanding that initially caused their rift, between Daisy and Amelia. Gazing intently at John, he was uncertain how to proceed with the man at that moment; he desired to kill him, yet it would require little effort to accomplish it at that instant. He lacked the fortitude to resist at this moment. One could easily enter and effortlessly break the man’s neck.
“Assist me in suspending him,” he instructed Mason. “The scoundrel can remain suspended until Daisy permits me to eliminate him.”
Mason responded, “Certainly, Caelan.”Only response.
The duo entered, restrained the man’s wrists, and suspended him from the ceiling hook, reminiscent of his previous confinement in the cells.
Gazed at the man and stated, “I shall return tomorrow to address you,” while patting him on the face. “Recover thoroughly for me, will you?” He then departed the cells with Mason, the implicit threat of t*****e lingering in the atmosphere.
He sighed at the blood on his clothes from merely lifting the man; he cannot enter the hospital covered in the man’s blood. Daisy would disapprove of that entirely. “We ought to proceed with the cleanup.”
Mason nodded in agreement.
They returned to the pack-house in silence, each absorbed in their own thoughts, and proceeded to their respective rooms.
Lydia sat on the couch, arching an eyebrow at his bloodstained attire, aware it was not his. “Did you eliminate that depraved individual yet?”She appeared somewhat irate regarding John’s actions towards Daisy. Based on his observations, the two women appeared to have a harmonious relationship; she would make an excellent Luna for someone, demonstrating care for all pack members, despite them not being her own.
“Not yet; there are still no answers,” he replied to her.
“Would you like companionship in there?”She called as he proceeded to the toilet.’
His sole response was, “No.”
He needed to confront her; he could no longer permit her to share his bed, especially since he had lost all interest in her. As he stood in the shower under the scalding water, he contemplated John’s words, aware that he was fated to perish at Caelan’s hands. He disapproved of it, sensing a significant sense of foreboding in the phrasing of his statement. He disapproved of it.
So straightforward, so uncomplicated. What if it were true? He exhaled deeply and reclined against the wall, shutting his eyes. He did not genuinely believe he would inflict physical harm upon her, as he doubted his wolf would permit it. However, his temper could occasionally become uncontrollable, and she possessed an irritating ability to provoke him; there was something about her that triggered his ire.
A multi-mind link was established between him and Mason, and Dr. Maurice confirmed that Daisy was not only awake but also ready for discharge. Caelan overheard Mason instructing him to refrain from proceeding without an escort, stating that he would dispatch his father to retrieve her. Caelan lacked the opportunity to respond, yet he harboured no objections. Jonathan and his father, Ronan, had consistently visited her in Seattle; neither would ever inflict harm upon her.
Caelan remained in the shower for an additional thirty minutes, attempting to disregard John’s remarks, but was largely unsuccessful. His sole alternative was to maintain distance from her. Despite the numerous occasions he had reiterated this to himself over the past fortnight, it had proven ineffective.
Even Hudson internally scoffed at the notion, appearing rather amused. improbable to occur. His wolf afflicted him.
He had kissed the woman that morning, and it was unlike any kiss he had experienced previously; even his first kiss at thirteen, where he had forcefully pressed a girl against the school wall and aggressively claimed her lips, lacked any gentleness. However, today had been markedly different.
