SALVADOR’S POV

Maybe fate is indeed a fickle mistress. I could not come to the terms of what had just happened. My arms and legs began to tremble immediately. I could not control the tears that flowed from my eyes as the whole incident flashed before my eyes again. The whole painful incident of watching my parents being murdered.

Bile formed in my throat almost immediately. Anger and pain was an understatement to describe how I felt that very minute. I could not take it in anymore so I turned to return inside.

“Are you fine, Alpha?” Dan questioned, with so much concern evident in his voice. No. I did not want to look weak right in front of him. I did not want to look like a weak Alpha. I looked away from him as I did not want him to see the pain sliding down my eyes in the form of tears.

“I am fine” I answered with all confidence and I was grateful my voice did not fail me as it sounded as firm as it would always sound.

“If there is anything…..”

“I am fine!” I yelled almost immediately. My pain had began to transform to anger and keeping my anger at bay was one struggle I always had. My growl was enough to send shivers down anyone’s spine. I had had such a long day and retiring for the night was the only way I could regain myself again.

“Keep watch over the prisoner. She must not escape not now not ever” I ordered as I walked away from them, passing out instructions without waiting to hear their response. Well, there was nothing they had to say.

My command could not be disputed. I managed to hold myself together until I got into my room. I crashed to the floor and even though I felt pain for falling to the floor, the pain could not be compared to the heart ache I felt.

I had been opportuned to see my best friend after so long and the only way I could welcome her was locking her up in a dungeon?

“She is your friend. You still have to trust her “ Fur muttered.

“Trust?” I snickered as I shook my head. That was the last statement I had expected to hear from my wolf. It was definitely smarter and knew better. What then was it talking about? “Of course, we both know what the trust cost Father. Father trusted her Father and what did he get in return? Nothing. Rather his trust led to his death and that of his mate” I explained to my wolf, trying to hide my disappointment.

“Come on, that is her Father. Everyone knows her Father is cruel but you know who she is. She is your friend. She is not your enemy and she can never do such” Fur tried to explain but I was not having it. Was my wolf trying to get me more upset? Regardless, I knew I had to be patient. Getting into a fight continually with my wolf was not something I really wanted.

“My enemy's child is my enemy. I am not going to be as weak as Father who was quick to let down his guard. Father’s foolishness would not be replicated in me. Save for a miracle, Father would have paid for his 'trust' with his entire family. A whole race would have been wiped off!” I threw my hands on the air, hoping my wolf would reason with me but it seemed so obstinate.

“You cannot use the past as a yardstick for the future!” it argued further.

“Talk about old wine in a new bottle” I smirked.

“Come on, she is innocent. Her Father is the one who wiped out your family and not her. You should not be punishing her for her Father’s crimes”

“What happened to a child paying for his Father’s crimes? She would definitely grow up to be a replica of her Father” I walked to the window and opened it. I felt so suffocated. I needed a little bit of positive energy. Antonella had ruined my mood for the night .

“Just the way you are a replica of your Father?” He questioned. Of course, I knew I was not a replica of Father. I was way stronger and wiser than he was. I was not so quick to trust and no, my actions are not based on emotions. If they were, Antonella would have been by my side, telling me about how life had been for her growing up.

I missed our old conversations, oh, the good old days when we would build castles and act like we were siblings despite the cruelty of her Father. Now, all that was gone. Gone with the wind like it never existed.

“You know that is not true” I shook my head and grabbed a book. I really needed to get things out of my mind that minute as I lit up a lamp by the corner of my room. I was beginning to feel so much better than I had initially felt when I had seen Antonella. She was a criminal and nothing more.

“Then why are you judging the present by the past? Why are you….”

“So as to protect the future. History must not repeat itself “ I cut my wolf short, a sinister smile on my face. I did not need anyone to tell me I had won the battle with my wolf as it suddenly went quite. Finally, I was getting a lead.

Was he so unwise? Using his only daughter as a pawn to find out about what had become of our pack? Of course, I was definite he had no idea I still existed so the target could not possibly be me. It would be our pack.

I chuckled as the gory sight of Alpha Demontes screaming and yelling out his lungs while he writhed away in pain formed in my head

Oh, what a glorious sight it would be! If only he knew, he would have kept his daughter far away from me!