The Wannabe Warrior
Chapter 152

Zane POV

For three days we poured over the pages, and dad brought out the journals and together we pieced together the years of lies, deceit and murders, over thirty years of ugly rampages. Aunty Gladys’s first killing was when, around the time she turned sixteen, she killed a girl for having tried to get together with her then boyfriend, whom she had dumped a few months later, as he turned out to be gutless, and not going to be an Alpha. Luna’s journal described the attack and it was so similar to the win against Alpha Daniels’ mate and Jonathon’s mate, she seemed to enjoy the dismemberment side of things. The more gruesome the better, she was one sick lady.

Since that first kill, she has personally killed more people than I have rogues and I have killed a lot. I am shocked and slightly sickened that this person, who has caused so many lives hell, and I am related to, that I had tried to befriend her and wondered why my aunty did not really like me. Now I know why and I no longer see it as if I had done something wrong.

Dad had made a spreadsheet, itemising all the known attacks made by aunty Gladys, and another one for ones she had organised but not had a hand in it. I think she got worse when her son died, and made it her goal to make my dad take the blame for it all, even though we knew nothing of the death of her son, she had been the one to start the recruitment of rogues and one of them turned on her son. When he told the rogue he stunk and aunty Gladys asked the Advisor to take over the recruitment and training them.

Jonathon had a spreadsheet for the different packs of involvement.

They had a string of kills and blamed it on rogues and also one on advisors and elders. Nearly every event we come across could be linked back to Aunty Gladys, the details that were kept in the Dark River pack were enough to make you sick. I had the awful feeling that Alpha of the Dark River pack was enjoying the killing and making it look like it was a rogue or some other innocent person.

Dad found a folder full of photos of incidences and in some photos it was hard to tell if the body was male or female. They ripped the person apart, the only way we could tell who it was. On the back of the photos were the name, age and date of death, and by whose orders, it was appalling, almost as if they were having a competition as to who could do the most kills and the worst dismember in different ways.

It was while I was reading some of the most graphic kills, that I suddenly remembered my mate was in their hands and what they might do to her. She could be pulled apart like Jonathon’s mate and I growled lowly, making the others look up at me expectantly.

‘What is it son, what did you replace?’ Dad asked as he looked down at what I was reading.

‘Nothing new dad, I was reading some of the descriptive kills and then I remembered that the worst people in the world, the cruellest killers of all time, have my mate in their hands.’ I said angrily.

‘Don’t think like that, Zane. That is my daughter and I am not going to lose her to those killers. No matter what we are reading, she will replace a way out of this and not be body pieces. They took my mate. They will not take my daughter like that this time.’ Jonathon demanded.

‘Sorry, Jonathon, I was not trying to have her die, I was suddenly aware of who she was with, and I am not at all happy about that. While we were putting this together, I had not really thought about where Madison could be, and it suddenly occurred to me she could be with Aunty Gladys about now and I don’t like that idea at all.’ I sobbed at my revelation.

‘We work with what we have, and believe our Madison will replace a way to get back to us safely. I don’t want to hear you speak like this again. Do you hear me boy? Our Madison is returning to us in one piece.’ Jonathon almost yelled at me, he was so worked up that dad had to calm him down. I had not intended to make Jonathon so upset, but I think deep down he was feeling the same as I was and having it put into words was too much for him.

‘I am so sorry Jonathon, I did not mean to upset you, it was my fault, I just had the realisation and it kinda hit me hard. Again, I am so so so very sorry, I want my mate back in my arms and never let her out of my sight again.’ I sobbed back tears as the emotions took over and in the end the tears beat me and I let them fall. I was a mess and I did not know how to fix it.

Jonathon came to me and wrapped me in his arms and put his head on my shoulders and rubbed my back and together we shared a moment of shared grief and fears, and finished with hope. I think Jonathon and I will have a different relationship moving forward.