Caught

SELENE'S POV

Davis kept that stupid smile on his face as he took my hand in his, gripping it firmlyㅡIf only he knew how much I wanted to knock it off his faceㅡ then he pulled his hand away and looked at Ronan who was still staring at me.

“Medic Nyx Sullivan?” Ronan asked, his voice snapping me out of my daze as I whipped my neck to look at him.

“Yes” I straightened up.

He folded his arms, his muscles flexing visibly under his shirt. “That doesn't explain how you know my name”

Davis looked between the both of us with a confused expression clouding his face. “You two know each other? I thought Medic Nyx was not from this plaㅡ”

“ㅡWhich is why I would want her to explain how she knows who I am” Ronan cut him off, his brows furrowed together and his eyes darkening.

This was not how I planned my arrival back into my pack. Shit. Needed to find a way to worm my way out of this one.

“I…overheard your name from the emissary sent to us when I asked him on the way here” I blurted out without thinking.

His brows seemed to hit his fucking hairline. “And you managed to know who I was based off my name when you've never seen me before?”

My lips parted but no sound came out and I was stuck, wondering what the hell I was supposed to say. “Iㅡuhㅡ”

“I'm sure there's no need for all this. Please come with me, the others are present at the meeting already” Davis cut in, trying to ease the tension that hung heavy in the air.

Ronan cast me a slow long look then he muttered something that sounded strangely close to a curse before he looked at Davis. “Weird psychos” He said audibly before walking out of the two of us.

Wow. That was… unexpected.

Davis looked a bit thrown off, his expression darkening for a bit then as though remembering that I was there, he smiled again. “Shall we go, Medic Nyx?” He asked and I struggled to rein in my anger so as not to throttle him.

I could kill him, right?

“Is my mother there?” I asked instead.

He stepped aside to let me pass, a resigned look on his face. “Yes, she seemed quite upset and I do understand that this is due to the containment policy we've put into place but this pack is going through tough times and a meeting was necessary, we can't sㅡ”

I stopped walking and turned to look at him, anger flashing in my eyes. “Did you seriously just insinuate that your stupid pack matters can equal a pandemic that costs actual lives?!” My voice was a tad higher and I knew the reason for the anger bubbling in my chest fastㅡ This was my pack, they were my people.

He looked taken aback when I took a menacing step forward but his surprise morphed into one of cold indifference really quickly. “Medic Nyx Sullivan… my personal pack should be none of your business. You are here to contain it and right now, there has been no threats of a spread amongst the elders of my pack. Now… let us go” He tilted his chin up and kept walking, leaving me behind effectively.

What the fuck?

“I hate this one” Emelia said in my mind and I almost jumped out of my skin because I had absolutely forgotten for a second that she was there due to how silent she had gone earlier.

“Now you know why I hate him” I muttered through gritted teeth before hurrying to catch up with him.

He didn't seem to give a damn when I caught up with him and I realized that his attitude towards me switched up when I asked him that question about the pack.

“How many deaths are there so far?” I asked, my gaze straying to the pack house where we usually had meetings.

“36” He cut to the point immediately and I felt a sinking feeling in my gut.

36 lives lost. Shit.

“That's a lot” I admitted as we got to the door and he stopped to look at me.

“Yes, I lost my wife to the plague also. That's how bad it is” Then he walked into the hall, leaving me dumbfounded at the door.

He lost his wife to the plague? I WAS HIS WIFE! I DIDN'T GET SICK! THEY FUCKING KILLED ME!

I whipped my head so fast to look at the direction he was walking in then I walked in after him, drawing my mask over my face properly as I slipped in, determined to get to him and say something ㅡ anything ㅡ to ease the growing sense of anger I felt.

As soon as I got in, I was however pulled to the side by someone and I startled then relaxed seeing that it was just Medic Seraphina with a stoic look on her face. “Silence” She said simply and I looked around.

The hall was near empty with about 6 elders that I could count seated at the high table evidently discussing something but it was muffled to us standing at the door. I watched as Davis walked to the head seat and sat down, his mask obscuring half his face as he pulled his gloves up as though trying to assimilate the leather to his skin.

“We will do a proper cleansing of this pack after the meeting” Seraphina’s voice was a bit muffled.

I nodded, trying to calm my racing heart when my eyes fell on the empty seat in the distance. Someone was absent at the meeting and once I knew who, I froze instantly.

“Where's the hot dude?” Emelia asked in my head, her bored tone quickly morphing into one of satisfaction. “Found him”

I felt a chilling presence behind me and I stiffened because I didn't hear the door open.

Slowly, I turned around to see Alpha Ronan staring down at me with a frown on his face.

“Medic Nyx Sullivan?” He raised a brow and I nodded, aware that Seraphina was watching me with confusion swirling in her eyes.

“Let's talk”