Chapter 131

Beta Roger POV

The Luna is fast asleep when we get to the pack hospital. My father in law says he had to sedate her but he can reverse it if we want to speak to her right away, otherwise we will have to wait till she wakes which could be tomorrow. "I'm sorry, but we need to talk to her now," I tell him. He takes one look at the two Guardians behind Alpha David and turns away to grab his reversal agent. We follow behind as he enters the Luna's room, the guards at the door parting for us all to enter. The Luna looks a little rougher than I expected, inspite of my mate warning me that she wasn't well. Her eyes have dark circles under them and it seems she has lost some weight.

As soon as the reversal agent is injected, it's only moments before her eyes flutter open and she sits up in the bed. She screams but her voice is hoarse so it's barely more than a raspy cough. "Luna, it's Beta Roger." I say calmly as I stand to the side of the bed. She blinks the sleep from her blood shot eyes and begins to cry.

"Where......where have ......where have you been?" she gets out between sobs. "Where is James?" Tears pour down her face. "Is he here? Is he going to kill me?" she sobs out as she pulls the blanket up to her chin and shudders.

"No Luna. He's not here," I say quietly. "You are safe."

"No I'm not," she shrieks. "He killed her! He killed his first mate!"

"Yes we know." I say. "We need your help Luna. I need you to calm down," I say and take a step closer.

"Are you going to kill me?" her eyes get round like saucers and she scoots back in the bed. "Please don't.....where is my son?" her sobs come out louder now and I look over at Alpha David and the two guardians. One of the guardians has a look of shock on his face, and has not taken his eyes off the Luna since he walked in. He looks shell shocked.

"Alpha David," I say. "Some help maybe?"

"She doesn't know me," he replies. "This sort of thing is best dealt with by someone she feels safe with."

"And that would be who?" I ask him a bit gruffly. That's when the guardian steps forward and pushes past me without a word. He rests his hand on her forearm and the Luna looks up in shock.

"Who?" Luna whispers. "Who are you?" I notice that she doesn't move away from him though, infact she seems to be leaning into his hand.

"Your mate." The room is suddenly dead silent, all we can hear is the soft gasps as the Luna gets her sobs under control. I look at Alpha David and he looks just as surprised as the rest of us. "I am your mate," the guardian says again. "You have been stolen from me by this horrendous Alpha James, but we are here to free you of your burdens," he pauses and then chokes out as if it's hurting him, "Luna."

"Oh my goddess," the Luna whispers. "It's true then, I do have a mate. I never thought....."she trails off.

"Will you help us Luna?" Alpha David steps forward. "Help us to stop Alpha James from harming anyone else?"

The Luna looks around the room as if now noticing how many stand in front of her, then she looks to me with a concerned look on her face. "Roger, I found a hidden room. You have to get in there, I know that's where all the evidence is. I can show you." It's as if a different woman now is in front of me. Her tears are gone, she seems calm. The calmest I have ever seen her in all the years she has been here. The guardian still has his hand on her arm, but he is inching it down towards her hand. The Luna reaches across the bed with her free hand and touches his free hand that hangs loosely at his side. "Will you stay with me?" she asks him. "Even though my wolf and I have been given to another? Will you stay?"

"I will never leave you," he whispers as he takes her hand. "Never."

Two hours later, we are standing inside a room that has been hidden in the wall of the Alpha's office. We used a crowbar to pry the door lose at the hinges. Once we could get our fingers between the wood, the four of us pulled the door out of the wall. We discovered afterwards that there was a lever hidden in the floor underneath the Alpha's desk. Alpha David leaned against the desk and it slid about three inches, revealing a dip in the floor. We pushed the desk back further and there it was.

Now we are sorting through files and ledgars filled with incriminating data. I open the top drawer of a cabinet in the corner of the room, after spending twenty minutes trying to break the lock. Once it finally snaps, the drawers slip open. It contains photos. Thousands of photos I'm sure. The first one is of a young girl, maybe thirteen or fourteen. I turn it over and on the back is written a date from five years prior, a name and San Francisco Pack. I wonder if the name is hers. I stare at her face, knowing she's the same age as one of my daughters now, and my stomach feels sick instantly. I walk out into the office and hand the photo to the Luna, who sits at the Alpha's computer trying to access his system files. "Do you recognize this girl?" I ask, handing her the photo.

The Luna takes the photo from me and stares at it and then turns it over and reads the back. Her head snaps up and her eyes meet mine. "Roger, she was in the news. The actual news! The family was so desperate to find her that she was reported as missing," she stares at me, waiting for my response. "She's a werewolf and they went to the humans, don't you remember?"

Just like that, I do. Alpha James went on about how irresponsible they were, that the humans would find out about us and we'd be hunted. None of that happened at all. The girls parents were influential, working in politics in the human world but still part of the pack. They kept the pack out of it. The girl even attended the humans school. In fact that's where she had been abducted from, never to be seen again. "Do you remember her last name?" I ask.

"Yes, it's Kennedy," the Luna states as she stares at the girls photo. I turn and go back into the room and look at the file cabinets, walking to the drawer that says "J, K" on it and open the drawer. I flip through the files until I find the one that has just what I'm looking for. "Kennedy, M". I open it and there she is again, her photo, stapled to a page that reads Mariah Kennedy, age 14, California. Transferred to Guatamala, Alpha Juarez. Is this actually for real? I immediately go to the desk phone and dial Alpha Gabe's number.

"Alpha Gabe," I hear on the other end.

"It's Beta Roger. We found it and I need you to look something up right away. We are boxing this stuff up and coming back there tomorrow morning."

"Sure, what do you need me to look up?" he replies

"Mariah Kennedy, she was taken five years ago in California. See if you can locate her in Guatamala, probably under a new name. I will send you her photo as soon as we hang up," I assure him. We exchange a bit more information and hang up. My gut tells me that we have Alpha James right in our cross hairs with this. Something tells me that Mariah Kennedy is still alive.