The Wannabe Warrior
Chapter 48

Madison POV

The run through the forest was intense. I was on alert from the moment I left the packhouse. My wolf loved being out on a run, but knew, this time, we were out to see if we could get the Beta out of the advisor’s hands and not out for fun.

As I approach the mine site area, I slow down. Betsy lets me take control, but I stay in my wolf form for now, using her nose to hunt around. I walked to the right side of the mine entrance, looking for the vent shafts.

Finding four air vents, each neatly hidden amongst the trees and foliage, I sniff at each one, until I replace a faint smell of Ryan.

I shifted back and carefully lifted the vent shaft cover, found a suitable tree close by and tied a rope around the tree and dropped the rope partly down the shaft and slid in. I slowly edged my way down the shaft, and stopped before the bottom. I sniff and cannot smell anything but Ryan, so I allow myself to drop out of the vent and land softly in a crouch on top of a metal cabinet. They have a desk nearby and I drop onto the table and pull the rope to the floor.

I looked around and could see Ryan, he was out cold on the floor.

No one else was in the room.

They had conveniently left keys on a hook by the desk, which I took and walked to the cell Ryan was in. The door opens with a creek and I look at the other door, and wait for no sound to come from the other side, so I presume no one is around to notice.

Dragged Ryan out and pulling him onto the chair, and returning to the cell, I locked the cell door, and placed the keys on the hook, and proceeded to place five cameras and two mics around the room, focusing on each one of the cells and two facing the closed door at different heights, hoping we would see what is on the other side.

Headed back to Ryan, made a loop in the rope and placed the rope under Ryan’s arms and an extra loop around his body with the end of the rope and hoped I was strong enough to get him out.

Now that I have got this far, it is silly to suddenly think about that. Under stress, your mind plays tricks, and I push the negative thoughts away and concentrate on my task ahead.

I put Ryan over my shoulder and stood, and somehow managed to get myself up onto the table. I take a slow crouch and shift Ryan so I have my hands on one shoulder and the other on his h*p, and in one quick attempt, I stand and push with my arms and legs in an upward motion and manage to heave Ryan on top of the cabinet, I climb up next to him and make a few loops in the rope and secure some of the loops around my waist and the other two loops over and across my shoulder.

Making a slow rise to the top of the vent, dragging Ryan up with me.

When I managed to climb out of the top of the vent, I laid Ryan down, and covered the vent back up the way it was, and sprayed the area of any smells, and covered any tracks I had made.

I roped Ryan on my back, and kneeled, asking Betsy to take over and take us home.

We took longer to make it back, as Ryan was not light and we had to stop a few times to let Betsy rest.

When the packhouse came into view, I was relieved. We made it. I headed straight to the hospital and scratched at the door. It opened and I walked in, walking past the reception nurse who’s face was in shock and down the hall.

The nurse called for the doctor.

As I walked down the hall, the doctor came out of a room at the end of the hall and stopped to stare for a moment, before beckoning me to come to him. We entered a room and headed to the empty bed. The doctor swatted down and undid the rope and, with the nurse’s help, lifted Ryan onto the bed.

I shifted back and stood up, stretching my sore back, thanking Besty for getting us back here safely.

The nurse throws me some shorts and a shirt, and I slip them on.

‘Doctor, Ryan was in a cell. I am unsure if he was shot with a tranquilizer dart, or if he was just beaten to a pulp. I do know he was unconscious when he was taken to the cells, but do not know if he has regained consciousness since or if he is still out from what ever put him out in the first place.’ I look down at the unconscious Ryan in sympathy.

The Doctor nods and starts his investigation.

‘I will let the Alpha know he is back.’ I told the nurse and she nodded and she rushed about getting stuff for the doctor.

I left the hospital and headed to Alpha’s room. It was four o’clock in the morning, and I assumed he would still be in bed, somewhere I was hoping to be soon.

I knocked on his door, and waited.

I hear shuffling and the door opens; a tired looking Alpha looks wide-eyed at me and steps out the door, closing it softly behind him.

‘Here or my office?’

‘Office.’

We walked in silence down the dark hallway and entered his office, closing the door behind me. I sat down and sighed.

‘Ryan is in the hospital, he is still unconscious, he does not look like he has awakened yet. Going on what I remember of the recording, I left a few cameras and a couple of mics in the cell area. I did not get to see much inside. The door out of the cells was closed and I was not going to risk opening it, it was a locate and retrieve mission, but I am sure the Advisor would know by morning, that he had a visitor in his little hideout, and that his little secret would be out.’

‘Thank you, for what you have done and are continually doing, you surpass all my expectations.’ Alpha pulled me into a hug.

‘You smell, go have a shower and let your mate know you are back safe.’ He ordered kindly.

‘I am sure when I enter the bedroom, he will smell me and rush me to the bathroom.’ I chuckled as we walked out. We separated with Alpha heading to the hospital.

First, I stopped at the monitor room, as I call it, and gave Gerome the update on what I had done and he nodded and started to link the cameras. I was not at all surprised to see him in the monitoring room. I don’t think he is getting much sleep at the moment.

Tiredly, I headed upstairs. I felt I was walking in my sleep; I was so exhausted.