SWNOVELS Chapter 54
Chapter 54 Fifty-Four
Sheila's point of view
"Sheila?" Killian moved closer to me. I couldn't see his face, but his voice was less frightening than it was a second ago." "It's not
safe here. What are you doing here?" He asked, looking behind me, realizing I was alone.
"I—" I began, but I was interrupted by the loud growl coming from the spy being tortured.
Killian took a step closer to me until his massive frame blocked my view, then pressed his large thumb against my chin, drawing
my gaze back to him.
"I don't want you to see this. Join the others at the bonfire. I will join you soon after I am done here." His voice kept getting softer
as he urged me. "I promise."
I sent one last stare behind him, nodding my head. "Alright. I will be waiting." I turned about to leave when another howl left the
tortured prisoner's lips. It made me stop in my tracks, and I turned my gaze back to where Morgan and the warriors were
torturing him. He was being dragged up from the ground. I furrowed my eyebrows in the darkness, sending the torch forward to
the tortured wolf.
"Sheila," Killian sounded beside me but stopped abruptly when I gasped, my hand covering my mouth.
"What is it?" Killian grabbed my arm in concern. But my gaze didn't move to meet him, instead, it remained unmoving from the
prisoner being dragged away.
"Devon?" I called in disbelief. My sudden call made everyone pause for a moment. Their eyes traveled to me. I felt Killian
become stiff beside me. And the tortured wolf pulled his head up with great difficulty. His bruised and bloody face was sent my
way.
"Sheila?" His voice croaked, turning into a bloody cough. I felt my chest squeeze in pain. He must have been so badly tortured
that he wasn’t even healing.
"Sheila," Killian called beside me. His voice was firm, but he wasn't at all yelling. I drew my blue eyes to his. "Do you know him?"
He asked, and waited for my reply with his dark, hooded eyes.
I nodded. I couldn't trust myself to speak.
Killian's hold on me tightened, but it wasn't rough. "How?"
"Devon," I said, as my gaze returned to the tortured man being held by the warriors. Everyone seemed eager to hear about my
relationship with the supposed spy. "He's a friend of mine."
"A friend?" Killian vibrated with low growls, which made me snap my eyes back on him, sending him a look as if saying 'don't
start getting stupid ideas.'
"That means he's probably from your pack then?" Morgan questioned me.
I nodded quickly, "He is," Instantly, I regretted my sudden words as everyone's faces turned darkly. My eyes fell back on Killian's.
"Then your father, Alpha Lucius, sent him?" Killian's words sounded questioning, but the look in his eyes told me he had already
concluded that my father was the one who sent a spy into our territory.
"I don't know, I'm—" I started, but Devon's croaking voice made me stop.
"I swear on my life, he didn't. He doesn't even know I am here." Devon's attempt to speak turned again into a bloody cough that
smeared his lips.
"I believe him." My lips moved quicker than I had liked.
Killian released a loud growl this time, telling me he detested my words and trust in a stranger. But Devon wasn't a stranger. He
was my friend, more like the only friend I had back at my old pack. Everyone always feared approaching me in the pack house,
but Devon didn't. We grew up together with Calli, his little sister. But what happened? Where was Calli, and why was Devon
here?
I had many questions for him, and I bet Killian could sense it. He grabbed me closer. "In my office, now!"
He led me to his office. As soon as he was in, Killian slammed the door angrily. His fuming eyes were on me. I was unsure of
exactly what he was angry about. The fact that I knew the spy, Devon, or that everyone seemed to think my father sent him, or
maybe because of my blinding trust in my friend, who happens to be a male.
Before he could speak, I did. "Devon isn't a spy."
Killian's anger rose to the maximum. "Because he said so."
"Yes, precisely. I trust him. He says he wasn't sent by my father to spy on us, so I believe him." I said, matching his tone.
"Tell me the truth. Who the hell is that bloody bastard to you?" Killian flared up.
My brows narrowed at him. So that was the main reason for his growing rage. I swear I could have relished this moment if it was
at another time when my friend's life wasn't hanging on the line. Killian's sudden jealousy and possessiveness of me gave me a
thrill that seemed to turn me on instantly.
Killian stopped talking, his eyes getting darker as he took me in. In a flash, he was before me, his hands groping my waist as he
pressed me to his body.
I gasped at the unexpected closeness of our bodies, Killian's nose and lips a breath away from mine. Instinctively, my hands
moved their way to his blonde hair, tugging at it so roughly yet sensually, that it made Killian moan against my lips. "I can feel
your sweet arousal, Sheila." He was now breathless, as his lips trembled on mine.
"And what does that tell you?" I whispered, pressing my body to his so he could feel my warmth against his.
Killian's hands on my waist began to move around, caressing my curves, moving up to the sides of my breasts. "That you are
MINE, Sheila."
A smile found my lips, as I pressed my lips against his. In a rush, Killian's lips swallowed mine, kissing me back with so much
need and desire. He pulled me up in his arms, placing me on his table, but I pulled away abruptly, remembering what was
important at the moment. My instant pull caused him to groan in frustration.
My blue eyes peered into his lustful dark eyes. "Devon is innocent." My sudden words caused him to growl, but I held him before
he could pull away from me.
"Let me speak to him," I said, pleadingly.
"Not a damned chance of that happening!" He shot angrily.
"Please, Killian," I half-yelled, pleading again.
Killian paused briefly, staring at me, his face neutral but his breathing told me he was still furious.
"Fuck!" He pulled away from my grip, muttering a few more curses under his breath. His dark eyes fell on me again. "You will not
be left alone with him," he said, still angry.
"Does that mean yes?" I asked.
"That means whatever you have to say to him, make it fast. I will be watching." He added angrily, but his rage wasn't directed my
way.
I smiled.
We made our way back to the pack dungeon. Devon had already been locked back in the dungeon.
I met Morgan and the warriors at the entrance of the dungeon. Killian allowed me inside while he stayed outside with the other
guys, but I knew everyone would be listening to our conversation.
As soon as I went inside, I rushed to the bars separating Devon and me.
"Devon," I called out to my friend, laying almost motionless on the humid floor of the dungeon. Devon was a strong warrior in my
father's pack. Whatever Killian and his warriors did to him broke him badly.
"Sheila," he called my name in a whisper. "What are you doing here?"
"I am the one who is supposed to ask that question. What on earth are you doing here in our territory?" I asked, unable to
understand why he was there. It was either he had been incredibly stupid or carelessly brave to sneak into the Crescent North
Pack, knowing their ruthless reputation.
Everyone back at my old pack cowered in fear just at the mention of Killian's name. I also was back then, so why was he here?
"I didn't want to put you in any trouble. I swear." He whispered it again, coughing.
"You knew I was here?" I asked.
Devon nodded. "Everyone back at the pack knew how Alpha Lucius was so heartless enough to send you off with that monster,"
he said.
"If you knew I was here, why didn't you look for me?" I asked again, suddenly pausing. Devon didn't have the scent of my old
pack, just like what Killian had earlier said, he smelled like a fresh rogue. "What happened, Devon? Did you leave the pack?"
He held my gaze, nodding bitterly.
My brows were crippled, more confused. "What about Calli?" He always adored his little sister; there was no way he could have
left without her.
Devon's eyes welled with tears. The sight broke me. I moved closer to the bars, but they stung me as my skin grazed them. I
hissed in pain, seeing the burn on my hand. It was laced with wolfsbane. No wonder the Pack's dungeon was more horrid than
the castle's.
"What happened to Calli? Where is she? Did you leave her back at the Silver Mist Pack?" I bombarded him with so many
questions.
I watched as tears slipped down his bruised and bloody face. "Sheila, Calli is dead. My little sister is dead." He cried. "Your
father, Alpha Lucius killed her." Devon broke more into tears while I was left motionless.
My body suddenly became cold as I collapsed on the cold floor. Tears rushed down my cheeks. Calli was dead. My father killed
her.