Chapter 008 Why Won't You Let Me In?

Darrell

I rushed out of Nelly's after taking the pills from Lilith. I had to find a place to crush them but I knew I couldn't go home lest my father sees me. I wasn't supposed to be around anyway, I didn't want him finding out I delegated the errand he sent me to Christopher. He would definitely flip out if he should find out; I've seen him angry a lot of times and it is not something to look forward to. He could break a wolf's spirit when he's angry. 

I headed to the armoury and found a quiet corner to crush the pills to dust. The time was already a quarter past six, so I headed to the prison building to wait for the time. As I was walking, I bumped into Lilith. She had a backpack, so I guessed she was going to work on somebody. "You got a gig?" I asked her, trying to make small talk even though I didn't really have the time. I just thought it would be awkward bumping into someone you know without saying something to them. 

"Yeah, I got a gig. I'm painting a couple of people for one magazine, MoonDash. They saw my work on I*******m and want me to do a feature with them," she replied, sounding confident.

"Good; that's good for you. I have to run though. See you around." I said to her and went on my way. 

Besides the fact that Lilith claims that I am her boyfriend which is not true, not for me anyway because I only saw her as a friend, she wasn't bad at all. Of course, she's difficult with Christopher, but that's just how they relate, but she is nice by and large. 

I got to the spot where we were stationed earlier. The time was six thirty-five so I knew the omega would be calling soon. I brought out Chris's phone and held it in my hand. At that moment, I wondered why the law made it impossible for people to visit detainees. As far as I knew, there was no logical reason for it, and I know a lot of pack members felt the same way as well. I would soon be the Alpha of this pack and here I was, hiding and being sketchy just to visit my mother in prison. This would be one of the things I will fix when I become Alpha, along with many other laws that made no sense to me. 

Chris's phone rang just then, and I picked it up immediately. The voice at the other end sounded low and shaky. 

"Hello, Beta Christopher," he spoke. "You asked to call you at this time," he continued. 

"Come to the oak tree opposite the prison yard with the guards' food," I instructed him. 

He brought the food to the oak tree and was surprised when he saw me. He had shock expressed clearly through his eyes. "Alpha Darrell," he exclaimed. "I was supposed to meet Beta Christopher. W-what are you doing here?" he asked, still in shock. 

"Don't bother with the questions, Kingsley. Just bring out the food warmer," I said to him in a manner that showed urgency. He brought out the food warmer from the bag only because it was an order, for he looked uneasy doing it. I asked him to open it up which he did. I then brought out the ground sedative from the breast pocket of my jacket and poured it into the food. Good thing it was soup they were being served and not something solid, it would have been a struggle to mix it with the food. 

The first part of the plan had been accomplished. The second part relied solely on the guards, and I hoped to the moon goddess that the sedative knocks them out, and for long. At this point, I asked Kingsley to carry on with his duty. But before I let him go I had to make sure we were on the same page. 

"You did not see me, understood?" I asked him and he nodded his head. He still looked scared, so I had to put him out of his misery. "It's just sedative, Kingsley. They will be fine. You have nothing to worry about," I assured him. 

"But why sir, if I may ask?" he asked me tilting his head to the right. I was expecting him to ask because even to me, it still felt strange. 

"No, you may not ask. You have done your part, now cover up this warmer and go deliver their food to them and then go home or whatever," I replied to him and motioned him to be on his way. He covered up the warmer carefully, put it back into the bag and was on his way. 

I stayed back to observe things before leaving the scene. I expected to see the omega come out a few minutes after going but after waiting ten minutes, I decided to leave the scene briefly. I would come back, later on, to see if the sedatives successfully knocked out the guards. 

The closest building to the prison yard was the council hall, but I didn't want to go in there because it wasn't exactly the kind of place to sit and wait out. So I went to the armoury which was the second closest building to the prison yard, all the while avoiding my father because I wasn't supposed to be around in the first place. 

I wondered if Chris had reached Cleven pack by now. I remembered the last time we went on such an errand, that was about two years ago. We were supposed to pick up a package from the Alpha of the neighbouring pack, Grey Oak Pack. When we got there, we were not received properly and we were mistaken for spies; and in our country, we do not take spies lightly so we had an idea of what we would have been put through if we did not find a way to escape. It was later brought to their knowledge that we were from the Moonstone pack and they apologised for not their poor reception. All that trouble would have been avoided if we were actively involved in the running of the pack or at least had supporting roles. 

So my concern for Chris was justified. But somehow, I knew he would be fine because we had grown since that last event, in experience and wisdom. I waited in the armoury for a good 20 minutes before deciding to head out, to see if the prison guards were out already.

I got there and found them knocked out on the floor and I was elated. I quickly rushed towards the inmates' digital board to find where my mother was being held, all the while trying to link her to let me know which cell she was being held in, but I couldn’t get through to her. I felt she was blocking me intentionally and was worried as to why. After going through the board, I could not find any record of her being held in any of the cells. This was the only prison building we had, and she was not in it. Where could she be? I wondered to myself but came up with nothing. So I plopped to the floor, frustrated and feeling defeated. Where was I going to look? Who would I ask? All these questions reeled in my head and I had no answers to them. I thought of the mind and screamed out, “why won’t you let me in???”