Ascension of a Gamma novel Chapter 55

Chapter 55 Missed Details

-Gale

It was early morning when I got back in the pack. Instead of heading to the mansion, I ditched the car right outside the village and went into the woods. I should get myself a car, one for personal use. These SUVs were getting tiring to drive around

This was forbidden grounds. Only the Alpha, the Head Gamma, and I could come here freely until the Red Point Unit

was authorized

Not long after, the building came into view. Its walls fifteen three meters of concrete and steel, the windows barred and set at the top. The high glass ceiling was the only way out, but they were tied down to ensure an escape wouldn’t happen. It’d be too dangerous to let any prisoner out, not for the pack, but for the escapee. The Red Point was… oddly creative with what they…we… do.

The tools and toys, including the experimental ones, hung on the walls, some in glass casings for display and

experimental ones, hung on the walls, sume in glass casings for display and some for “special occasions”, whatever those were. The neatly laid-out blades on top of the metal table were a mix of the usual everyday tools and their own” inventions”. It was a hobby of theirs too bizarre for my taste that it being around them took getting used to when we were with the pack. They cared for the pack and for each other, their loyalty proven time and time again.

No one would suspect these guys were cold-blooded, torture-loving people. If I didn’t know any better, Liam kept them because they were the best at it.

But who am I to judge? We all have our shadows.

They had their own morals to abide with, and I had mine. It just so happened that this time, we were on the same side.

“Enough,” I ordered, and the masked man stepped back. Here, we used no names. They were different, and so they wore masks, each custom-designed to their liking. This one wore a metal mask with a line of chains from where the cheeks ought to be. It had holes for his

peeks ought to be. It had holes for his

eyes, ashen gray – his wolf was in control.

“Leave us.”

After a slight bow, he hung his mask by the door then left. I sat on a chair opposite the prisoner. At least Rigel had enough sense in him not to kill the rogue, immediately. The cuts on his face began healing, and so did the rest of him. He must’ve pissed Metal Mask off…

His face shined with a layer of sweat and blood as he panted heavily for air. Gil growled at me.

This was taking too long. Taking a bottle from the table, I opened the cap and

moved closer to him.

Impressive.

He held his murderous gaze without flinching.

“Tough, aren’t you?”

Bound on the floor with wolfsbane laced silver chains on a kneeling position, the rattling sounds made as his bundled muscles flexed were always, to some

iscles flexed were always, to some

degree, satisfying.

Fisting his matted brown hair, I held his head up.

“Drink,” I ordered, as I held the bottle close to his chapped thin lips.

“Fuck… you…,” he said with much difficulty.

The hard way it is then…

His wounds healed faster after drinking the potion. I waited for his breathing to normalize. Too tired myself, I wanted this to be over with so I could report to Liam.

Thankfully, Liam spared his life. When Anna went missing, almost all our prisoners… died… in the most gruesome way. It was rather creative, what he did. Then again, he revived the Red Point Unit

when the founding members were all killed, and the program was shut down.

“You know, this can all end once you start talking. Which pack are you from?”

“Aghost pack,” he answered gruffly.

I’m not in the mood for this. I shouldn’t

y not in the mood for this. I shouldn’t

have sent Metal Mask away.

“A few days after you attack our Luna, our pack comes under siege,” I said calmly, then shouted, “Where is she?”

He raised his eyes at me, mockery visible i n them. My wolf whimpered in my head.

We shouldn’t sympathize with the enemy!

“Every once in a while, the Beta takes pity on his prisoner and asks for some time alone. At first, he watched on the sides. Over time, his pity gets the better o fhim. He gives his prisoner potions,” he said with a mocking tone.

“I don’t do it out of pity.”