Chapter 178
Adelaide’s POV
I rested at motels along the way, but barely ate or drank, fearing bathroom breaks would delay me.
My wolf’s constant growls in my mind urged me to hurry, its restlessness fraying my already taut nerves.
“Hold on a little longer,” I mentally pleaded. “If Cedric is alive, I need to keep some composure as his aunt.”
But my wolf clawed at my consciousness, its silver fur crackling with silver–blue lightning. “Can dignity bring back a pup’s life?”
In five days, I grew visibly thinner.
Following Tommy’s address, I found No. 13 Pear Street, the residence of the Beech Pack, the largest in Redwood City, where Lance was staying with the child.
Standing outside, my lips chapped and throat raw, I felt something lodged between my throat and chest.
The house sat in a fairly wide alley, guarded by a uniformed wolf–a borrow from Lance, no doubt.
“Miss Davidson?” The wolf’s ears trembled with nervousness, his claws scraping his uniform.
I tasted iron in my throat–from biting my tongue while traveling.
I nodded, unable to speak.
The guard knocked and announced, “Alpha Lance, Miss Davidson is here.”
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The door opened, releasing Lance’s cedar pheromones mingled with gunpowder.
Dressed in a dark shirt, he looked haggard, with dark circles under his eyes.
Seeing me, he breathed a small sigh of relief but quickly frowned. “Why are you so thin?”
I made a noncommittal sound, my throat tight as I scanned the interior.
Lance instructed the guard, “Take the horse to be fed.”
“As you wish!” The guard reached for the reins, but I instinctively tightened my grip.
Lance covered my cold hand with his and said gently, “Come in. Whether it’s him or not, we need to confirm it face to face.”
I released the reins and pulled out the sling from my bundle. “Where is he?”
“In the room. This child…” Lance sighed, “He’s strong and has a fiery temper.”
He led me inside, locking the door behind us.
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Seeing me staring at him blankly, he gave a wry smile and said, “He’s tried to escape several times. Though his leg’s injured, he’s surprisingly nimble and always desperate to cause trouble. I didn’t want to hurt him, so I had to lock him up for now.”
“Does he resemble him?” My voice wavered. My feet felt like they were on cotton as I followed Lance, barely aware that he still held my hand.
“He does, but I’m not certain,” Lance said.
“I hadn’t seen him for months before I left for the Southern Border, and he always took after Randall a bit.”
Like a puppet, I followed him to a door where sounds of smashing echoed.
Lance’s cedar pheromones thickened. “He’s always like this–smashing things day and night, sometimes even headbutting. The pack’s doctor said he was fed a addictive wolfsbane. Withdrawal makes him rage.”
No wonder Lance looked so exhausted.
The door was locked with a chain and padlock, the windows boarded up.
Lance took out the key and unlocked the door. As the lock clicked open, Lance suddenly unleashed his wolfish shadow.
A small figure lunged out.
Lance caught the boy, but he still fought back wildly, shaking his head and biting at Lance, making low growls.
I couldn’t see the boy’s face, just his constant writhing and biting.
Like an onlooker, I held up the slingshot and called out woodenly, “Cedric!”
I came here to prove this was fake, so my “Cedric” had a whimper but no warmth.
I just wanted to see this “imposter.”
The child in Lance’s arms gradually stilled.
Slowly, he raised his head, eyes still wild, his dirty, thin face covered in small wounds.
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