Chapter 24 Twenty Four
Elara's POV
If only Silvester knew the hatred I had developed for him.
His man had arrived at exactly 8:45 PM. Attacked through the west wing of the territory. Defeating a handful of our men before we received words that there was a breach in our walls.
Silvester was stretching my patients thin.
Thankfully, our men were able to stand strong and defeat the scoundrels. All the intruders were killed except the one. We had to bring in ten badly wounded men into our clinic tent to have him treated, cured and ready for investigation. We had to gather information.
The battle was finally over, after about one hour of battles. We were all exhausted. Tired and stressed.
The bodies of Silvester’s men lay on the ground, their blood mixing with dirt.
My men stood gallant even though many of them had sustained injury and were hurt.
We carried ten of our badly wounded men straight to the clinic tent. They needed to
All Silvester’s men were dead but one survived from their side. I ordered the medics and healer in our territory to treat him fast.
I wanted him alive. I wanted him in his good health because I need him to come give me answers. He was my key to knowing more about Silvester's evil plans.
I paced around the hallway. Waiting for Throne, my fists tight beside my sides. I wouldn’t rest until I knew why Silvester attacked.
He thought he could destabilize me by attacking my territory but he was wrong. This was my territory, and I would protect it by all cost.
Suddenly the door to the Hallway opened and Cyric walked in. He had walked out of the clinic tent. His wounded arm now bandaged. His bandage was draped around his neck to help subside the pain.
During the shooting duel with Silvester's men, he had received a gunshot wound on his arm from a long-range sniper who was also motioned on the roof. Luckily, Cyric was able to eliminate his shooter.
My heart relaxed a beat. My best slowing down as I saw him step out looking fine.
I quickly walked to him, my eyes scanning his body while checking his face and arm. “Are you okay? Did the doctor successfully take out the bullet?.” I asked, my voice low but full of concern.
Cyric gave me a small tired smile. He nodded affirmatively. “I am alright, Boss. The bullet was removed and the wound has been stitched. It’s just a scratch.” He said, trying to sound strong.
I sighed in relief but my eyes remained sharp. I gave him a brotherly pat on his shoulder.
“Have you gotten any information from the prisoner?” I asked. “How is he?”. I inquired, curiosity piqued.
Cyric shook his head. “ I haven't gotten any information from him yet, Boss. He’s still weak but the healer promised to do a good job. He assured me that the spy would wake up soon. Well just have to remain optimistic that he wakes up soon.” I nodded. “Good. Once he wakes up, I want to be the first to speak with him. No more mistakes.”
Cyric nodded.
“I'll go get some rest now.” He uttered moving away towards his quarters.
His eyes were swollen. He looked tired. He had yawned twice earlier. He probably needed a good sleep.
I watched him leave, feeling proud of their loyalty in times of trial. I was also worried for my men. They had fought well tonight, and they needed their rest.
I stood alone in the hallway, my mind racing. My chest is falling and rising. I could not allow Silvester to break my pack. To shatter everything I have struggled to build.
I turned around and walked to the clinic tent. I needed to see the prisoner with my own eyes.
When I entered, the healer was checking on the prisoner's pulse.
“How is he doing?” I asked, my eyes taking in the prisoner's face. He looked like a hoodlum frustrated by life itself
He is sable for now, Boss. We'll have to monitor him but hopefully, he will wake up by tomorrow morning.” The healer assured optimistically.
I nodded. “That’s good to hear. Once he opens his eyes please inform me immediately. Call me immediately. I need answers before sunrise. I need real answers. He has to answer my questions.”
The healer nodded quickly as he understood the order. I stepped closer, staring down at the prisoner. My gaze took in his face. His face was pale. His lips cracked and his chest rose weakly, like he had no life in him.
I didn’t feel pity for him.
Why was I supposed to take pity on him?
He was part of the group that tried to destroy my people. A member of the man that wants to ruin my glory.
I would show no kindness. Not even an ounce until I have gotten what I wanted.
After a few seconds of soliloquizing, I spun around and walked out of the tent. The air was cold. It was probably a few minutes to midnight.
Fuck!!
Silvester wanted war, and I was ready to give it to him. Tomorrow, I will get answers and decide the next move. I wouldn’t be weak. Not anymore.
Aria approached me immediately and I stepped out of the clinic tent.
“How are you, Boss. I came to check up on Cyric. I heard he sustained a bullet injury?”
“Yes. He received a bullet to his hand. Those fraudsters have the mind to attack my territory without remorse. I'll show them who the real leader and possessor of the car is.”
Aria's shoulders dropped. Agony flashing on her face. She looked deeply concerned about Cyric’s health.
“That's bad. I feel sorry for him. I'll go check on him to see how he is.”
“That's good. I'll head to my room now.” I added. Aria patted my shoulder, a tight smile on her face.
“Goodnight, Boss.” She said,