Chapter 146 Back to Doctor Wilson
Chris's POV
Vomit rises in the back of my throat as I enter the dungeons. I look from cell to cell and gag again at the sight of the rotting corpses. If I had my way I would burn this whole place to the ground and never look back.
"Which cell is he in?" I ask Bryce and Amber's father, Hudson.
Hudson points to the cell in the far corner. "It is the only one that was empty," he informs me as we make our way through the dungeon.
Pulling the keys to the cell out of his pocket, Bryce simply shrugs his shoulders. Before he opens the cell that belongs to Doctor Wilson, I need to know something.
"How long have these bodies been down here?" I turn and ask Hudson.
Even in the darkness of the dungeon, I can see a red blush across his cheeks. He is embarrassed at the treatment of the East Pack's prisoners. As he should be.
"It is hard to say," Hudson says. "Since before Alpha Jet left with the Luna."
"Are any of these pack members or are they all rogues?" I ask even though Bryce is becoming impatient beside me.
"Rogues," Hudson responds but it sounds more like a question than an answer.
Bryce is shuffling back and forth on his feet, anxious to get into the cell and get more information from Doctor Wilson. I chose to ignore Bryce's small tantrum and keep my attention on Hudson.
"I need you to track down who these prisoners are. Their bodies have been down here long enough. Burn the rogues but if any are pack members allow their families the opportunity for a proper burial." My voice is more commanding than I mean for it to be and Hudson is forced to bare his neck to me in submission.
"Yes, Alpha," he says as he quickly removes himself from the dungeons.
I want to inhale and take a deep breath but the stench of the cells is keeping me from being able to breathe correctly.
"I breathe in and out of my mouth," Bryce says with an amused look on his face. "It helps."
I try Bryce's tip but it still makes me gag. The smell is so wretched, I can taste it on the tip of my tongue. "Let's just get this over with," I grumble.
Pulling on the chain in the center of the room, a dim light flickers on and emits a small buzzing sound. Bryce stands in front of Doctor Wilson with his hands on his hips and a sneer on his lips.
"Well, well, well," Bryce says in a smartass tone. "I am surprised that you have survived this long."
Doctor Wilson tries to raise his head but it just rolls lazily to his side. "Just let me die," he whispers.
Pulling up a chair, Bryce sits down in front of Doctor Wilson and pulls his head up so they are looking one another in the eyes.
"Now why would I do that," Bryce laughs. "You still have information for me."
"I have told you all that I know," Doctor Wilson cries out. "Just let me die."
Bryce lets go of the doctor's head and it falls forward toward his chest. "Where is our mother?"
A weak growl emits from the doctor's throat. "I already told you that I don't know."
Bryce clicks his tongue against his teeth and gets up from the chair. Slowly he walks over to the table in the corner of the room and picks up a rusty pair of bolt cutters. He flips them around in his hands and he waltzes back over to Doctor Wilson.
"You see," Bryce finally says. "That is the wrong answer." Snapping the bolt cutters open and shut several times Bryce looks over the doctor's body. "You are running out of digits for me to cut off."
I tear my attention away from Bryce and finally look at Doctor Wilson. My throat burns with bile as I look at him. This is the man that did every check-up when I was a child. He took care of me when I was sick. Now he is chained to a chair with silver cuffs. He has lost an enormous amount of weight and he looks frail.
Doctor Wilson tries to ball his hands into fists to protect what little fingers he has left but he is too weak to even make a fist. Bryce approaches him and snaps the bolt cutters down on the doctor's pinky finger. The finger falls to the ground and blood slowly drips from the wound.
"For Goddess's sake," I say ripping the bolt cutters away from Bryce. "Is this how you have been trying to get information out of him."
Bryce shrugs his shoulders. "Dad never taught us how to torture."
"Get me a cup of water," I groan at Bryce.
Bryce leaves the cell grumbling under his breath something about me ruining all of his fun. I shake my head in frustration before I take a seat in front of Doctor Wilson.
"I am not going to apologize for what my brother has done to you," I say to Doctor Wilson. "You brought this on yourself."
Bryce brings back a glass of water. I hold the cup up to the light and the water looks brown. Holding the cup to Doctor Wilson's lips he tries to take a gulp of water. Eventually, he gives up and tries to lap the water out of the glass like a dog.
"Doctor Wilson," I say begin. "We need to find our mother in order to keep the packs and my family safe."
I hold the cup just out of reach of the doctor and wait for him to respond. He looks at the water greedily and licks his lips. "I don't know where she is," he says once again, not taking his eyes off the glass of water in my hands.
I tip the glass slightly and some of the water spills out on the ground. Doctor Wilson's eyes grow wide as I let more and more of the water spill onto the floor. He licks his lips again and a whimper leaves his mouth.
"I don't know where she is but I know who she is with," the doctor says quickly.
Once again I hold the glass to his lips and this time I tilt it up slightly and help him take a huge gulp of water. "Who is she with?" I ask eagerly.
"If you were on the run where would you go?" Doctor Wilson says with a smirk on his face. "Who is the one person you would want to hide with?"
Anger fills my gut as I realize what the doctor is saying. I toss the glass up against the wall and it shatters loudly. Bryce jumps back slightly from my little outburst.
"Kill him," I tell Bryce as I get up from the chair and leave the cell.
A large grin spreads across Bryce's lips. "Gladly," he says as he walks over to Doctor Wilson.
Doctor Wilson finds the strength to lift his head and he looks at me. "But I told you what you wanted to know," he pleads for his life.
"And you could have told us weeks ago," I say as I step out of the cell.
Without hesitation Bryce steps behind the doctor and I hear the snapping of the doctor's neck echo through the dungeon. The sound of Bryce's footsteps comes from behind me as he runs to catch up.
"Where is Mom?" He asks me stupidly.
"Who is the one person you would run to for help besides Ace and me?" I ask him.
"That's easy," Bryce chuckles. "Erica."
"Where is Dad?" I growl.
