Warrior 179

Chapter 179

THEON

The first time, I witnessed someone go into trauma–induced shock was when I was studying at the Academy. We had just gone through the simulation test and back then we didn’t have the tech to see what he saw and so when he was released, we had no idea how to help him,

He stayed that way and shortly after, he suffered a stroke. Several months at a psych ward worsened his case and he practically became a vegetable.

The second time someone went into a trauma–induced shock, Miro was there and somehow he was able to figure out a way to jumpstart someone’s wolf and bring them back to consciousness. No one else could do it like him and that made him some sort of celebrity student. Now it’s been years and I’m worried Miro might not even remember how he did it back then.

I stared at Ryn’s unmoving frame, sitting still and staring into space. When she saw the video, I was able to feel her slow descent into oblivion and it was one of the most terrifying experiences I have ever had.

It felt like being swallowed by a cloud of darkness, and not being able to see but yet being hyper aware that something was lurking in the shadows and it could get you at any time. Sharing her trauma got so intense that my wolf went restless and blocked my connection to her just to protect both our sanities.

I wondered. “What could have possibly happened for Ryn to be in that mental prison?”

I sighed, feeling extremely exhausted. To my right, Sadie frantically typed away on her phone, her face evidently distraught This is all my fault.” She whispered, holding her head before going back to battle with her fingers

Watching the two people I care a lot for become so helpless did something to me and triggered a part of me that I’d rather not visit. So I told Sadie, I’ll be back. Then I left the room and found the man Mr. Cresswell enlisted to watch the office standing right outside.

“Make sure no one else goes in or has access to her. Understood?” He nodded and then I left.

My feet took me down the stairs and straight for the principal’s office where my father dominated upon arrival. The door was open when I came in and I found him sitting with his legs crossed on the table, smoking a cigar with Dutton and Alpha Jack who sat opposite him.

“Son.” My father beamed, his arms wide open as if to say I am welcome. “What brings you to come see your father?”

I ground my jaw, forcing myself to stay calm. My father had a knack for pretending nothing happened after just causing mayhem and pain. It was one of his effective tools in gaslighting Miro and I and it fucking gets on my nerves.

“The video. Why?”

His amiable expression morphed into something sinister and he dropped his arms, puffing some smoke in the air. “You can’t blame me for wanting to win this bet, can you?”

I exhaled heavily. “I don’t get it, Father. Why go to this extent? This video could ruin her life

My father shrugged. “Such is life.”

Dutton and Alpha Jack chuckled, drawing my gaze to them. “Even if my father has no shame, are you both not ashamed for bullying a nineteen year old girl?”

They turned in their seats to me, their smiles withering.

“That nineteen year old is the reason you tried to kill me and also the reason my nephew won’t have a life again.” Dutton gritted through his teeth.

1/2

14:43 Sat, Jan 4

Chapter 179

“Wrong.” I replied, pidling out my phone, and swiping to some folders on it. Once I found what I was looking for, I sent it to him. “Check your phone.” I said just as his device pinged.

Dutton checked his phone and played the footage of his nephew forcing himself on Ryn in the Academy hallway,

“Your nephew did that to himself.” I stated.

Silence settled as he watched and then he put down his phone. So what? He is a Dutton. You don’t betray the circle you know for a low life. Besides,” He sneered, “are you not doing the exact same thing my nephew tried to do?”

I curled my hands into fists. “I never forced myself on her.”

“We beg to differ.” Dutton said, motioning to the room. “We all know how women flocked to you in your ‘active‘ times and how it seemed like you had them under a spell. How do we know you’re not doing the same to the poor girl?”

“Poor girl?” I snorted. “Now you care what happens to her?”

“No. I don’t. I care that you think you’re better than my nephew