Wolf Bait (Perry and Jonas)

Dr. Salazar’s Institute for the Criminally Insane is under the precinct where Jake works. Somewhere between the tower prison and the main castle. There are six others not including the former Queen and the prince.

The King and I are sitting in a small waiting room surrounded by books. There’s weird elevator music playing. My eyes are focused on his bouncing leg. He’s on the verge of throwing me over his shoulder and calling the whole thing off.

I’m oddly calm for someone about to be put in a straight jacket and tossed in a patted room. My mind is flitting around my skull worse than a crazed bloodthirsty vampire. One moment, I’m weighing the pros to this and the next I’m trying to talk myself out of it.

I open my mouth to tell the King that if he’s going to get me the hell out of here, now would be the time but the door opens and Dr.Salazar and Oz walk in. She looks between the King and me worriedly. Her eyes stop on me and she motions him to get out.

“As soon as I walk out that door, there’s no going back,” he turns to me, “Three months. No contact with the outside,”

“If you let anyone touch what’s mine they’re going to have to drag me back here after I kill the person you allowed to play with what’s mine,” I meet his challenge. He smiles my favorite smile and takes my hand to get me up oh my feet.

“I’ll see you in three months, Little Wolf,” he whispers and presses his lips to mine. His breathing becomes ragged, and without another glance, he turns away and leaves with Oz.

Two nurses come in and they ask me to strip out of my clothes. I’m thoroughly checked for weapons or what they call banned items. I’m handed a soft gray uniform. Cotton top and bottom. White slip– ons and a single white scrunchie.

“You don’t get another one. So, don’t lose it,” the nurse says.

I barely listen to the doctor as he gives me a tour. All of my senses are on high alert now that I quite literally have nothing but my teeth and claws to protect myself.

This place isn’t the strange fluorescent white space I thought it would be. It’s elegant like an old manor. The Kind where money hasn’t been an issue for generations. The walls are all paneled with pretty red oak and expensive dark red wallpaper. The floor is carpeted. Not the super soft kind, but definitely elegant.

There are frames with patients who have been housed here. Under is a plaque of their accomplishments and diagnosis. It’s no surprise that it’s people with high IQs and esteemed academic records. Minds that house too much information. Minds like mine that never stopped working until their last breath.

“This is your room, my lady,” Dr. Salazar stops in front of a pretty wooden door. “You are free to come and go as you please within the manor, but you are to be in your room before nine. That is when curfew will be enforced. You don’t want to get caught outside of your room here,”

He pauses, perhaps to see if I’m going to ask what happens but I rather not know. If it’s anything like other places I’ve been reformed in, I want it to be a surprise if I ever break this rule. He nods and turns the fancy copper knob to push open the door for me.

Dammit, this room is beautiful. From the Victorian canopy bed to the walls lined with books, plants, flowers, and lamps. Old–timey lamps give this room a very cottage–like feel. The room itself isn’t huge, but it’s not qualified to be a small room.

To my surprise, there’s a huge window across the room. I go to it and find that I can see what looks like a huge ballroom at the bottom of a cave. Not too far up from where I am is a pretty rainfall chandelier. Behind it, the light from the chandelier is reflected beautifully by a natural cascade. I sit at the nook and glance back at the doctor.

He approaches me with a small medicine cup with several pills in it. There’s a bright blue one and I immediately know what it is. After all, I brought it here to help James. I take it and empty the pills in the palm of my

hand.

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“I was addicted to three of these as a teenager,” I inform him.

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“I’ve seen your records,” he nods. “You’re not a wolf anymore. You’ll find that you will react differently to these because they were made for the breed you are now,”

“You won’t let me go back there, right?” I ask as my eyes fill with tears. He smiles gently and sits next to me with a glass of water in hand.

“You’re safe here, Perry. I’m very good at my job. Maybe not as good as you are at yours, but I swear to you, My Queen. I will do everything in my power to help you get better,”

“Grassy ass, Edmundo,” I wipe my face with the back of my hand.

“De nada, Reina,” he holds up the glass. I toss the pills into the back of my throat and take the water. I open my mouth to show him I’ve taken them properly and hand him the empty glass back. “You have the rest of the day to settle in. Dinner is at seven. Someone will come for you so you can join the others. We’ll take this one day at a time. Try to relax. There will always be someone outside of your door for your protection,”

All I can do is nod. He stands and exits the room. There’s a woman outside. He tells her to give me some space. She’s a wolf. When she turns to look at me, the light from behind me reflects them and the red shines through. An alpha female.

re aren’t any marks on her. Her caramel skin is flawless. She built the way a woman of her status should be. However, her inity shines in the way she’s cleaned up. She’s wearing a touch of makeup. A golden glimmer that just makes her honey- Down eyes pop. Her dark full lashes are curled and lightly coated with mascara. She has corn rolls and her baby hairs frame her round face perfectly.

The door shuts and I couldn’t take in any more of her. I stand up and move around the room. A smile breaks across my face when I see that the books I asked Oz for are here along with some more advanced stuff. Law, economics, civil rights, traditions, Lycanian for beginners, medicine, and tech advancement. Lots of history. I take a couple of them off the shelves and set them down on the study tables.

I stare at them for a while. I feel the medication kicking in and I try to talk myself through it, but as my body starts to feel heavy panic begins to set in. I step away from the table and look around until my eyes land on the bed. I crawl into it tucking one of the two pillows provided between my legs and tucking the other under my head.

This is going to be hell. Solidarity has never been my strong suit, I couldn’t do it in the house my mate built for us and I doubt I’m going to be able to here in a place where there is no scent. A place so unfamiliar that it will no doubt drive me

insane.

Tears slip from my eyes with ease. I can’t believe I’m here. I can’t believe that after everything I’ve done, I’m still alive and moving forward as if I didn’t deserve everything I got. There’s not a single place on earth where I can run away from the consequences. Death has made it quite clear that I’m not wanted anywhere else but the hell I’ve created for myself. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

I want everything spinning in my head to stop. For a moment. I want to close my eyes and not see the faces of everyone I’ve hurt. Everyone I’ve killed. Just a single night of nothing. I’m not even asking for peace. I just need silence. This once. Please.