“Now, did you go into my safe back at the house and take some pages from the grimoire I kept there?” Anna asks. Even though he does a great job at hiding it, I can still smell his fear and guilt. He did it-he’s the one who took the pages.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Anna. What grimoire?” he asks.
Anna turns to me, and I shake my head, signaling that he’s lying.
“Dylan, this isn’t a joke. I’m being serious here. A lot of lives are at stake. Did you take those pages?” she asks again.
“No, I didn’t. I don’t know what you’re talking about, Anna. Now, please, get me out of these ropes,” he pleads.
Anna turns to look at me again, frustration evident on her face.
“It’s okay, Anna. You can get up. You’ve tried your best,” Freya tells her. Anna gets up from her spot, where she was leaning against the wall. At first, she was barely visible, but as she stands and Freya comes forward, it’s clear that Dylan recognizes her.
“Well, from the look on your face, it’s clear that you know who I am, right?” Freya asks him. He nods, looking really scared now. He’s not even trying to hide it.
“So, I’m going to give you one more chance to answer your sister’s question before I get the answers from you myself. Did you take the pages from the grimoire in the safe?” Freya asks, and she sounds different. There’s a side to her I haven’t seen before-it’s darker.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Dylan says. I have to hand it to him-he’s got some nerve. Even though he’s scared, he’s still sticking to his story.
“Okay then, don’t say I didn’t give you an easy way out,” she says, then walks until she’s standing behind him.
“Anna, I think it’s best if you wait outside. This isn’t going to be pleasant,” Freya tells her.
“What are you going to do to him?” Anna asks, but Freya doesn’t answer. Instead, she looks at Vincent.
Vincent escorts Anna out of the room, and a few minutes later, he returns.
“We ran into Lena, and she offered to stay with her,” he tells us.
“Okay then. Now, Dylan, I have to tell you, this will be less painful for you if you just let me in,” Freya says.
“What will?” he asks.
“This,” she says, and then she places both her hands on his head and starts chanting. A few seconds later, Dylan’s breathing becomes loud, and he lets out a scream.
“Ahhhhhhh!”
Alpha Leo’s POV
I don’t know what Freya is doing to this kid, but it looks extremely painful. His whole face-and I mean his whole body-has turned red, and he’s sweating buckets.
“What exactly is she doing?” I ask Vincent.
“She’s going into his memories. The older the memory, the more painful the process is, especially when the participant isn’t willing,” he tells me.
“Could he die from this?” I ask.
“The memory is only six months old, so it’s highly unlikely. But he’s going to have one hell of a headache when he wakes up from two to three days of sleep. Apart from that, he should be fine, but that’s also because it’s Freya doing it,” he says, and I’m confused.
“What do you mean it’s because it’s Freya?” I ask.
“Well, there are a handful of people in the world who can do what she’s doing. I’m one of them, and I can tell you this: compared to Freya, I’m a learner. If I were to do this, the risks would be much higher. I could liquefy his brain, give him amnesia, or he could end up in a coma. The list goes on and on. The only person who can do this with minimal risk and the only thing you’ll get out of it is a headache and a long nap is Freya,” he tells me.
“Wow,” I say.
“Yeah, I know. She’s amazing. You know, she could’ve easily taken those three grimoires from me without any problem. But she didn’t. She wanted it to be a sign of a good relationship between her and the witches of New Orleans, so she trusted me with it. And now I’ve messed up, and my mess has traveled all the way to your pack. And don’t say it isn’t my fault, because it is,” he says.
“I wasn’t going to say that, because it is your fault. You’re their leader, and whether or not you knew this was going on, it’s still your fault. But you can’t spend time blaming yourself. What’s happened has happened, and the only thing you can do now is fix it before too many people get affected,” I tell him.
“You’re right. You know, you’re very different from the man Freya told me about,” he says.
“Well, I’ve had to do a lot of growing up these past six years, but she was the catalyst that started it all. She started it all,” I tell him, and then we just sit in silence, watching.
Freya has stopped chanting, and Dylan isn’t screaming anymore. According to Vincent, that means he’s finally let her in, and she’s currently going through his memories until she finds the right one. So, all we can do now is wait.
“I’m sorry if I scared your mate back there. It wasn’t my intention; it’s just that sometimes I can’t control the visions,” Vincent tells me. At first, I’m confused, then I realize he’s talking about Lena.
“Oh, Lena isn’t my mate. She was, but anyways, it isn’t your fault, and Lena knows that too,” I tell him.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I just assumed,” he says.
“It’s fine,” I reply. It looks like he wants to say more, but then Freya lets out a loud gasp and opens her eyes.
“I got it,” she says, then removes her hand from Dylan’s head and steps back.
“What about him?” I ask her.
“Oh, he’s fine. He’s just going to take a very long nap,” she says.
“Okay, so what did you see? Who’s behind it?” I ask.
“Well, that’s the thing-I didn’t see the person who used the spell on your pack. I just saw who Dylan sold the spells to, and they gave him a very hefty sum for it. Anyway, I digress. His name is Tommy Merlin,” Freya says.
“Of course it’s him,” Vincent mutters.
“Who the hell is Tommy Merlin?” I ask.
“Nobody knows who he really is, or if that’s even his real name, but he acts as an intermediary. If you want something and it’s hard to get, Tommy is your guy, as long as you can pay what he charges,” Freya explains.
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