All Chapters of The Red Wolf: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Elias POV I can feel the pain in the room at everyone remembering the lost, but mostly from Chilli and my mother. I glance from one to the other as my mothers eyes release a single tear that rolls down her cheek. I know without asking who and what she is thinking about, I've known for years that day weighs heavy on her soul. After it happened I noticed a difference in my mother, she was still the same loving woman I'd always known but now just a little broken in side and no matter what I did it never went away, I couldn't, try as I did, fix it for her. I remember over hearing her crying in my fathers arms, and him repeatedly telling her Rosalee's and Bill's death was not her fault. I remember thinking that's Chilli and Erin's dead mother and father names. Mother was crying also because she thought Chilli hated her, as she barely saw her anymore and when she did Logan would pull her away. I remember wanting to ask Chilli if she hated and blamed my mum for the loss of h

"Next, we are bringing back the role of the Epsilon," Elias pauses for a few seconds before going on. "The Epsilon, their job is to ward off intruders and will be responsible for the safety and well being of this pack. They need to be warriors, so they will need to be skilled fighters but also be able to look for a peaceful solution first. Meaning, they should only resort to violence should peaceful persuasion fail. They are the guardians of a pack. They will also be taking part of the head of securities duties by being in charge of training our fighters in aid of protecting us and teaching us how to fend for ourselves." I fight to keep my eyes forward and to not make eye contact with the unknowing wolves he is talking about until he says their names, and my eyes flash two them both with a firey prideful smile eclipsing my face. "Jay and Chantelise Ackles," their faces pale with shock as surprise as Chant locks eyes with me as if asking if this is really happening, bu

A few days laterLogan POV Leaning against the cold stone walls of my cell as I stare at the high up, tiny window as dawn breaks and fills the dark sky with beautiful reds, oranges and pinks. I wince as I sigh, 'how can my throat hurt when I still can't make a sound?' I think to myself, rubbing my rough hand over my swollen neck and up to the back of my head, 'I guess all that silent shouting did it.' What ever that prick drugged me with is still in effect and shows no sign of weathering off anytime soon, that crap burns even now, like acid dripping down my throat, I wonder if I'll ever talk again. That thought would have brought me to tears if I wasn't so dehydrated. Wow, I'm shocked and surprised, but I'm also weirdly a little proud at Charlie for following through with the punishment by keeping me down here like this for so long. I'd like to blame it all on Elias and Sam's influence but I know better than that, although, yes, they all probably support and

Chilli POV My stomach is in knots, twisting every which way it can and shouldn't, fear and dread filling me. It doesn't help with all the wittnesses eyes burning into the back of my head, especially ones in particular. Nathan. His whole body, attitude and energy has been ... I don't know, there's just something off about him today, and it's unsettling me. He is up to something, but that we already know. The day after the welcoming event Elias and I listened to the recording of Nathan's interaction with ... the prisoner. During his ... visit, Nathan did something, we could hear their conversation, if that's what you'd call it, but by the sounds of it he did something to cause the prisoner's sudden tight lips. However, there something that niggles at me, like there could be more going on, I don't know, it's just a feeling that something isn't right. I continue to ignore the other pack leader's eyes watching us as Elias finishes delivering his last words to the

Chilli POV The burning sensation prickles as the blood still burns my skin, but the pain is mild compared to when it first came into contact with my claws. My mind races to the recording and hearing what we thought to be Nathan doing something to ... him, to silence him. What did he do? The more it plagues my mind, I come to the assumption he must have injected something into him, it's the only thing that makes sence. I fear for the next person his blood touches, when a small part of me is slightly glad he'll have a kind of defence, protection in a way, against any foes or attackers. I watch Elias in the corner of my eye as he drives, the guilt eating at him for my pain. But I wouldn't have it any other way and I think he knows that, which makes him feel worse. However, it had to be me, of course it did. My red wolf fire gives me a sort of protection, a shield, I fear how much worse it could have been if he'd been the one to have the blood on his hand. I fear it could