Chapter 67

Soren

“You lost the Lycan Princess?!” my Beta’s voice is loud over the phone. I pull it away from my ear for a moment before bringing it back to my head, groaning. “How could you have lost her? She couldn’t have gone far!”

“We go into a…disagreement,” I sigh into the phone, not even bothering to make a comment about my Beta’s sudden attitude and outburst towards me. “She left and now we can’t find her. Send more men to my location so we can confirm if Bianca took her or not.”

“How long has she been gone for?” my Beta asks.

“About a day now,” I sigh and get out of bed, walking out of the room, “she left after Bianca sent us another message. A threat, really, and that’s what got Celia to leave.”

“Right…so I have troops flying to you now. When they touch down, they will go up and down the coast to try and find her in other cities,” my Beta continues. I can hear him typing away in the background. “What about the threat from Bianca? Do you need me to analyze it.”

“That will not be necessary,” I groan and walk down the hall and enter Celia’s abandoned bedroom once again.

I look around, seeing the scattered bedsheets, the room having been frozen in time ever since Celia left yesterday. I have not been able to bring myself to enter her room ever since I left it, unsure of what to do or if she’ll ever come back.

“Sir, I mean this in the most respectful way possible, but you need to calm down. We will find her in due time, okay? She could not have disappeared off of the face of the earth and we already have our security department trying to find her through security footage.”

I know he is telling me the truth. He speaks nothing but rationality, always there to point me in the right direction whenever I need it the most. It is good to have a person like him on my side, but I still can’t help but feel like I am the reason why my world is falling apart from all around me.

I am the reason that the Werewolf Pack is struggling to stay afloat with the deal we made with the Lycans. I am the reason that their Alpha King has no heir and has all of a sudden found himself in hot waters with the two women in his life, desperate to make up for things and to come out unscathed.

“Thanks for your help. Is there anything else I need to know regarding the Bianca situation?” I ask, placing the phone on speaker. I set the phone onto the bed and begin to look around Celia’s room for any type of clue that can help me locate her.

“The man we arrested before you left was interrogated like you wished, sir,” my Beta begins. “We tried to get as much information out of him as possible but we came to the conclusion that he was hired by Bianca for a one off job.”

“A one off job?” I repeat his words as I pick up Celia’s backpack, tossing it onto the bed. I grab my phone and bring it in front of me, looking down at it. “So he was not a part of her group?”

“No, sir. He was a homeless person taken off of the street. He was told to drop off the package and then make his way back to her but we intercepted him before he could. She promised him a prosperous life with the Lycans,” he sighs.

“What did you do with him?” I ask.

“We haven’t done anything yet. We were waiting to hear what you wanted to do,” my Beta responds.

“Are you sure he has no other connections other to Bianca?” I ask, wanting to make sure that we cover all of our bases instead of leaving unturned rocks a mystery.

“Yes. We did a search of his records and he is telling us the truth,” my Beta cooly responds.

“Okay…a year in prison. After that, we’ll see what happens.”

“Yes sir. Anything else you would like me to do?”

“Keep your focus on Celia but keep it as quiet as possible. We can’t have Bianca see us scrambling.”

I hang up the call and shove my phone into my pocket. Turning my attention back to the backpack, I open it up and feel around inside, pulling out a journal that my hand connects with.

It is bound with leather, the material having been faded as time passed it by. The pages are a tan color, having aged with time, and a single leather strap keeps it closed.

I open it and am met with pages upon pages of notes and stories. The handwriting is not familiar to me. It is not Celia’s, which is on the smaller side and much more dainty, whereas this one is long and is in cursive.

I look at one of the paragraphs, taking in the words.

Your father and I love you so much. We have done what we did to protect you from the people who wish to harm us from his life. We hope you can understand why we had to leave.

Is this…Celia’s mother’s journal? She mentioned something about her mother being a Healer, a human healer at that, and that she found something in her notes. This must be it.

I flip to another page, reading her mother’s notes on cures and medicines that she has made for many diseases and illnesses that both Lycans and Werewolves succumb to.

These pages are filled with endless information that is basically unknown to the Healers inside of my pack. I wonder how much good Healer Anderson — and Celia if I am able to find and rescue her — can do with these notes.

Can we heal as many people as we possibly can? Would we be able to eradicate diseases and make society healthier than it ever will be?

I continue to flip through the pages. I stop at a page that has a faded photograph on the inside. I take it out and look at the smiling faces.

It is of a couple with a small daughter in their arms. This must be Celia and her parents. They’re smiling at the beach, their feet in the water while she squeals from excitement.

I move the photo out of the way and turn my attention back to the passage inside the notebook.

Your father, grandmother, and I took you to Oxford Bay. You have been dying to go to the coast and we thought that it would be a fun surprise for your birthday! You showed us all of the seaweed that you collected and we were actually able to use it for one other the medicines we were working on! You are so talented! I hope you become a Healer just like me.

I smile at her words. Celia has become just like her mother. I bet she is so proud of her daughter from the afterlife.

Oxford Bay sounds familiar, though. I take out my phone and search it up. It is far up the coast but is still far enough of a distance that Celia could have traveled to. I turn and run out of the bedroom, grabbing my car keys, and rush out of the house.

I’m coming, Celia, wait for me!

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