Page 18 of Savage Sacrifice
He might be filled with agitation, rage, and desperation right now, but I’d rather that be fueling him than the sadness. Fuck knows when the sadness takes hold it’s soul destroying, and we’re all hurting in our own way right now, dealing with our own demons at the loss of our fucking center, our queen. None of us have the capability to keep ourselves on our feet, let alone anyone else.
We need inner strength.
We need to work as a team.
We need to fucking believe in ourselves.
Whitmore tucks his hands into his pockets, tilting his head to the side as he stares at Tatum. “As much as I understand that, Son, I?—”
“Don’t call me that,” Tatum interjects, nostrils flaring as his eyes narrow, and I want to smash Whitmore in the face right now.
It’s no surprise when Whitmore waves him off, unbothered. “As much as I understand that, Tatum, you won’t be leaving campus tonight. Maybe if you come back in the morning, we can readdress the?—”
“It technicallyisthe morning,” Tatum interjects again, and I bite back a smirk.
When he’s focused and determined, he doesn’t mind who he tramples in the process. I’m just thankful Whitmore calling himsondidn’t send him spiraling. Instead, it seems to have stoked his fire even more.
“Laterin the morning,” Whitmore reiterates, increasing the frustration among the group. “Maybe after classes. You still have much to learn,” he insists, offering a pointed look around the group.
“How about you cut the shit and authorize our exit,” Blaze demands, moving to stand shoulder to shoulder with Tatum, but as expected, Whitmore shakes his head.
Can’t he see that we’re working together as a team? Wolves and vampires. Who would have thought it? Or, maybe that is the issue. I recall the comments he made to Polaris about us. About factions staying in their own lanes.
Does he know what we’re up to?
Does he know how connected we all are?
Does he know we’re looking for her?
Would it matter?
He wouldn’t be able to piece it together, surely.
“In the morning,” Whitmore repeats, and I can’t take it anymore. Rage coils inside of me as my wolf rushes to the surface, and I turn, slamming my fist into the closest wall as I will the anger to subside. My gaze narrows, my wolf impossibly close to breaking free as I stare Professor Whitmore down, but he doesn’t falter. “Do you want to find yourself in a cell?” he asks, cocking a brow at me, and I snarl.
“We have those?” Minnie asks, redirecting the situation, and he smirks.
“Do you want to find out?” He’s goading us.
Fucker.
“No,” she replies softly, folding her arms over her chest as she takes a step back. Lincoln is at her side instantly, draping an arm around her shoulder as he aims his finger at the professor, but he speaks before Lincoln has a chance.
“Then morning. If you’re not going to attend classes, you’ll have to wait until I say you may leave. It would do you all well to remember who is in charge here,” he snaps, turning for the exit without a backward glance.
My heart thunders in my chest as we watch him stalk off, and the guards stand back at their posts, ignoring our existence.
“What do we do now?” Minnie asks, eyebrows furrowed with worry, and I shrug.
“We wait right here.”
My knees are bent,my forehead resting against them as I will time to pass. I meant it when I said we weren’t leaving. It hasn’t made a difference. Regardless, I still refused to head back to my room, or even the wolf dorms in general, because I’ll be damned if I’m going anywhere when we have a lead and the only thing standing between me and my Silver is this fucking mess.
The rage has subsided and the sadness threatens to take hold.
At the thought, I lift my head just enough to check on Tatum, who is thankfully whispering in the corner with Minnie.
We’re all propped up against the wall, the guards continuing to ignore us, when the door opens to my right. I jolt to my feet, desperation and eagerness taking hold, but I stumble to a halt when I see it’s Bryony.
