My Long Lost Mate

"We need answers to all of our questions for the sake of the people's safety, and that also includes Violet's," he ȧsserted, "You don't want the same thing to happen again, right?"

I stayed quiet, though my whole body was quivering with anger as I listened, "Calm down," Andrew tapped on my shoulders, trying to convince me to release the hold on the man's throat, "He's the only one who could save us from all of our questions—well, he's the only one left."

My fingers tightened around his neck, causing him to flail desperately due to the lack of oxygen. I raised my other hand, curling it into a fist to throw another punch at the man. I suppose I need to hit him one more time to calm myself.

"Sto—" before Andrew could finish his sentence, my fist had found its way to the man's face. I threw him on the ground, giving him a chance to gasp for air. I took in a deep breath, an attempt to diffuse my anger for a little while.

I proceed to walk closer to the man but was stopped by Andrew when he ran to my front. He took a glimpse at me before nodding, "At least you are now back to normal," he was talking about my eyes, which I ȧssumed were back to deep red in color, "Go ahead," he said, stepping to the side.

[I haven't finished beating the shit out of him] My wolf growled, not liking me back in control.

Both of us were two different beings who lived in one body. We could each take control of our two forms, be it human or werewolf. But I held greater control over our human form while the same goes for him in our werewolf form.

As I allowed him to take control of our human form, all of the things I just did before were my wolf's doings, while I just watched the scene unfold from deep inside our minds. It was like watching an opera, only that all of the actions were exactly like what I wanted to do if I was the one in control as we were both in sync with our feelings and dėsɨrės.

[Later, Wolfie] I deliberately used the nickname Violet gave to him since I knew that he likes to be called that way. He hummed, though still annoyed at the fact that he couldn't proceed to beat the rogue.

After successfully regaining control over my body, I strode closer to the man who was lying on the ground while whimpering in pain. I squatted down, taking a good look at the face of the man who I had just beaten. I pulled his collar, positioning him so he could face me.

Truthfully saying, I didn't even know who he was. All I knew was the fact that he was the one responsible for what happened to my people and my mate. That alone was more than enough for me to shed his blood.

"Who the hell are you?" I questioned, though I doubt he could move his mouth without feeling pain as I injured his face pretty badly. So bad that I couldn't even see any parts that were not bloodied and swollen.

"Wait, you don't know who he is?" Andrew interjected, seemingly surprised that I just asked such a question. I glanced at Andrew, raising an eyebrow at his query, "You do?" I asked.

"Leonard," he replied, "Ring a bell?"

I furrowed my brows together, racking through my memories about who he was. No matter how long I thought about it, the name Leonard was not familiar to my ears. Maybe that was how insignificant his life was looking at how I couldn't even remember him.

Hearing no answer from me, Andrew began, "You remember that one guy from our pack who kidnap and sell humans to the slave establishment with his mate? That's him."

Realization finally dawned at me after receiving Andrew's help, so that was him. "I see that banishment was not enough of a punishment for you," a heavy sigh escaped my lips, "Why did you do that? The attacks."

"Why?" Leonard glared at me through his swollen eyes, "YOU KILLED MY MATE!" He shouted with a voice full of hatred. His body was trembling due to his anger and the pain from his open wounds.

"So?"

"So I want you to feel what I feel. I want to take away everything that is important to you, including your ma—AAAARGHH," I stabbed a nail that I found on the ground into one of his wounds, causing more blood to rush out profusely and him screaming in pain.

"You need to mind your words, Leonard," I threatened. "Your mate took a bigger part in the crime. Hence, she took the heavier punishment. I don't see anything wrong with what I did to her. You should've thanked me for letting you live despite your participation in her act."

"Crime? Taking those lowly beings' lives—" he halted, squeezing his eyes to endure the pain he felt, "—is not a crime," he added.

"You see," I pushed the nail deeper into his wounds while he cried in pain, "I'm not only the Alpha of Werewolves but also the Lord of Wonsvile. Those humans that you call lowly beings are also the people that I need to protect.

"What's more, I don't allow any slavery activities on my land. But you," I tapped on his forehead, jerking his head back, "Purposely kidnapped young women and children, taking them to the slaveries in Myltha for the sake of fulfilling your greed."

"But that's just how life is!" he objected, "The weak will always be oppressed by the strong. It's their fault for being born as a weak human."

"Say no more, Leonard," I sneered, "Look at us now, who do you think is the weak and the strong between us?"

His pupils trembled as he heard my words, realizing the stupid mistake he had just made.

"Didn't I tell you to mind your words?" I smirked, picking up another nail that I found and stabbing them in another of his wounds. Right after the nail successfully dug its way inside his flesh, a cry of agony filled the small concrete room.

"Shut up," I scoffed, slapping him across his face. "I will stab one more of this every time you let out your voice without my permission," I picked up another nail, swinging it in front of his face, "Unfortunately for you, there seems to be a lot of them here. Strange why nails are scattered all over this room, right?" I chuckled.

I stood up, brushing off my palms together to wipe the blood on them. I glanced at my surroundings, finally noticing the pool of blood under my feet. It seems that I've made quite a mess in Kiel's dungeon. I suppose I should treat him to dinner for this.

"Now, explain," I demanded. "The hearts, what did you plan to do with them?"

Leonard, who looked like he was about to pass out, struggled to move his eyes to me but could still manage to let out a sarcastic laugh, "Why should I answer you? Whether I answer your question or not, I will still end up dead. So I will rather not tell. I don't want to help you."

As my irritation crackled, I put one of my feet on his seemingly broken leg, crushing it further until I was sure that he wouldn't be able to move it for the rest of his life—not that he would have much time left anyway.

"Hmph, I know this was going to happen," Andrew commented in between Leonard's wailings, "That's why other than him, there is someone else that I brought that will probably change his mind."

"Then what are you waiting for?" I raised my brows at Andrew, "Bring that someone here."

"Right away," he smiled, then turned his back while prancing his way out.

I returned my focus on Leonard with my foot still pressing down on his broken leg, "Did I allow you to scream?" I sighed at the noise, "Stop making things worse for yourself. You are tiring me."

He then stayed quiet, enduring the pain by only using his facial expressions. I hummed, content with the silence. "Do you have any idea about who Andrew will bring?" I inquired, "I hope it's someone precious to you."

He scowled at my words, and I smirked in return. Picking up the nails on the ground, I proceed to stab them into his flesh just out of boredom while waiting for Andrew to return. When I got to the fifth nail, Andrew finally came back.

I glanced at Andrew, then looked at the kid that was sleeping in his arms. Andrew put the kid down so that he laid on the ground, and I hunched to level with the kid. A smile immediately appeared on my face when I saw the look of horror on Leonard's face.

"So it's your son," I guffawed, "What are you going to do? Killing him will be so easy," I whispered, pretending that I didn't want to wake the kid up. My hand made its way to the child's throat, ready to tear it off but stop when I heard a shout.

"WAIT!" Leonard gnashed his teeth, a line forming in between his brows, "I... I will give you what you want. Only if you stay away from him."

"How surprising," I mocked, "I never expected you to be such a doting father."

"He is the only thing my mate left me," he said, his face turned into a pained expression, "So please... don't hurt him," he pleaded. Not long after his desperate plead, he finally passed out due to the immense amount of blood he had lost.

"You dead?" I kicked him lightly and sighed, "Remove the handcuffs, let him slowly heal himself. I still got some questions to ask," I ordered. As there was nothing left to do here, I decided to return to my mate's side to look after her. Before leaving the bloodied room, Andrew asked,

"What about the kid?"

I halted, taking a few minutes to ponder about what to do with the kid. "Send him to our pack," I nodded at my decision, "Give him to anyone who is willing to raise him—with the utmost care."

Maybe this was the least that I could do for him before I kill his dad. Sending him to a new family would be my way of apologizing for separating him from his dad.

I hope he won't hate me too much for this.