Page 43 of Unfulfilled Promises
“My name’s Wren. Regan . . . she saved my life.”
“Can you tell me how you and Regan met? Who did this to you two? How did you get away?” I heard Rhys ask as I was able to crack my eyes, seeing him through the slits as he looked at a worried and unsure Wren.
“Leave . . . her . . . alone, Rhys,” I muttered with great effort.
“Regan,” Rhys said, and a loud noise came from outside the room I was in, causing me to jump. I felt Wren clench her hand on my ankle as someone tried to calm down the angry voices.
Blinking a few times, I was finally able to see my worried brother sitting on the side of the bed, looking down at me. Rolling my head, I saw Wren, who was half-covered in my blood, sitting at my feet with a hand on me, and behind her, pressed against the wall, was James. He looked worried, scared, and as my vision grew clearer, I realized he looked guilty.
“What . . . what happened,” I asked, coughing over my dry mouth.
A bottle of water appeared next to me, and with more effort than ever, I managed to push myself up into a sitting position as Rhys helped me take a swallow. When I went to lift my hand to grab the bottle, pain shot across my arm and something tethered me to the bed. Looking down, I saw an IV in my arm, dried and caked blood coating my arm and hand, and a bandage covering most of my upper arm.
Looking at it then at Rhys, I rationalized, “I killed someone tonight, and I need you to take care of it.”
The sound from the doorway was loud, and I tilted my gaze to the side to see Devlin, Lucian, and James filling the space. I turned to Rhys and asked, “Where’s Seth?”
“Regan, we need to discuss—” Rhys began, but I shook my head, feeling another wave of nausea overtake me.
“Either you bring him to me or I’m going to find him,” I stated plainly, and he gave me a worried look.
I glanced at Wren, and when I started to push myself out of the bed, she stood to help me. I knew she was confused, but she trusted me enough to get us out of that house, and helping me must be her way of showing gratitude. Or self-preservation. I’d take either at that moment.
Looking at her, I whispered, feeling the weakness overtake me, “Thank you for helping me.”
“Please stop,” someone said, and I looked up to see James, Devlin, and Lucian grumble to someone behind them. “I’m here.”
Seth stepped through the wall of protectors and the look on his face was the same one as James’s.
Guilt.
“I don’t know which one of you assholes planned my kidnapping tonight, but you fucked up some of the details.”
The group stopped moving, and I heard another noise through the doorway. Gunner, the President of the Death Hounds, and Skid, the VP, stepped into the already crowded doorway, and I knew there was going to be a huge problem if I didn’t stop this soon.
“Did she say you motherfuckers planned this? That you put her in danger? That her condition is because of you? Because if you did, we’re all gonna have a big fucking problem. One we won’t be able to come back from,” Gunner stated with rage in his voice.
I raised my bloody hand as the voices started to grow in volume, and when they wouldn’t stop speaking to hear what I had to say, I looked at Wren. That young woman, to her account, placed two fingers into her mouth and whistled so loudly, the whole group jumped.
“Would you shut the fuck up and listen to what she has to say?” Wren yelled to the group of alpha men and their huge attitudes. “Please,” she tacked on the end. I felt a little chuckle bubble up at her boldness.
She had a horrible couple of days and was surrounded by strangers she trusted only because I asked her to, so seeing her inner strength shine so brightly made me proud of her bravery.
But I feared what the men’s response would be once they found out who she was and how she was related to this shitshow.
Chapter 21
Seth
They wouldn’t let me inside the room at the Death Hounds compound where Regan was being cared for, and from the looks on their faces, everyone was beyond pissed. And they had every right to be. Following Rhys and James into the cabin near the clubhouse, I stood in the hallway outside the bedroom as James and Rhys argued with Doc over waking Regan.
“Help,” a woman’s voice cried, and the sound of vomiting echoed out from the room as Rhys pushed farther into the space, followed by James.
Devlin and Lucian stood between me and the doorway as Rhys begged Regan to wake up.
“Leave . . . her . . . alone, Rhys” Regan said with a weakness in her voice that scared me. A moment passed before she asked, “What . . . what happened,” Then, she ominously added, “I killed someone tonight, and I need you to take care of it.”
Lucian and Devlin started talking, and I fought the urge to punch them both in the face as Regan asked, “Where’s Seth?”
