The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

Chapter 162

Chapter 162
“Yours.”
Forcibly trying to calm himself, Raizel shuts his eyes tight before sighing out. He wants to leave. I can feel his growing outrage beginning to sp ik e again. He wants to kill Landon but knows he shouldn’t. Sliding a hand down to his, I lace our fingers together and tug him in the direction of the van. I turn my attention to the other wolves,
“We’re leaving with the Gam ma.”
This time, no protests come. Everyone merely splits apart to allow us through. Chamberlain’s unconscious body being dragged to the detainment van coated in hard metals with inner silver walls. The gazes of wolves following us as Raizel and I wordlessly enter the van. Isaac and Emerson choosing to stay on guard with Chamberlain but before we enter, I can see an awestruck look on Emerson’s face. A small smile gracing his features as he looks to me and mouths a soft, ‘thank you’.
Raizel was quiet. A hard look set in his expression but never letting go of my hand. His fingers curled around mine as he stares out the window. The drive out quiet but when I look behind us, the wolves are all fussing around Landon and my father. For a second, Landon’s eyes catch mine. A look of overwhelming sadness washing over him as he watches our van pull out fro the driveway.

Alpha, where are we going?
I look to Raizel. My eyes skim down his body, noting how he’d gotten scratches from Landon but nothing too concerning. He was bleeding, covered in blood that was 95% not his with a look of complete disarray. Dark hair messy and tousled, body glistening with sweat, shirt torn at the sleeves and the hem. I lay my head against his shoulder, closing my eyes for a brief moment as I listened to his heartbeats.
Ignis Red. Take us to Ignis Red.
“Welcome back Alph- what the f uck.”
Weston stops short when he sees Raizel and I. He takes a moment processing our ragged state before freezing in his step. His eyes are wide open as he looks to Emerson for an explanation who instead sends him a warning shake of the head.
The two seem to be communicating through mind link when understanding crosses his features. A semblance of pity wallows in his expression. Whether if it was for me or Raizel, I wasn’t so sure of. Williams’ unit carries Chamberlain down to the cells, Isaac following them close behind for safety measures leaving Raizel, Weston, Emerson and I in front of the pack house porch. It’s silent. Tense and unbelievably uncomfortable.
Weston looks ready to say something, but Raizel tugs me behind him as he walks into the pack house. His hand still holding mine tightly as he leads us to the living room. He takes a few long, quick strides toward the stairs when we pass by some of his pack members. Their expressions morphing from confusion to joy when they see our locked hands.
The feeling I get from Ignis Red territory was very similar to the feeling I first got at Greyhound territory-
home.
My wolf marvels at the sight. She doesn’t hide her peaking interest in the interior designs, feel and decorations on the walls and floors. Her favorite being the smell of the place, Raizel’s scent is thick around the pack house, all over the furniture and halls. She got excited when he led us to the roomak tve very top floor where his scent lingers the most
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