Chapter 10: Who is Catherine?
Roger grinned and showing his white teeth, saying, " I'm only visiting Brad's workshop, just like you're doing, Alpha. By the way, I'm only but an Omega, Alpha King. You need not be concerned about my presence."
Caiden snarled at him. There was tension between the two, however I wasn't sure what Caiden's connection with that man was like. I walked over and put my hand on his arm.I reminded him that we couldn't spend any more time here. The kids are out there suffering.
He halted, turning to face Roger.
With a menacing stare, Roger said, "Is that a human I smell? Who could it be?"
My brows furrowed. Have I been around humans for so long that they were already thinking I was one? Of course, that would never anger me, but it still bothered me that I no longer felt like my wolf within me.
"First of all, that's not your business Roger. Secondly, I don't want you around my territory, talk more of my pack." Caiden said, pushing the man aside.
Grinning, the man moved aside to let Caiden go past. When I realized he was still observing, even from a distance, I shuddered. When Caiden discovered the car, still deep in the woods, the memories of the past overtook me once more. I sighed, a little deeper this time, and saw Caiden open the door and get inside the vehicle.
The most heartfelt vows of love that a pack will never hear were in that car. That's where we shared our first kiss. I nearly started crying remembering how joyful I had been. I patted my eyes and returned my focus back to the present as I realized what was going on. Calling my name, Caiden turned on the engine.
A blast of warm air assaulted my face as soon as I opened the car door. Nothing seemed to be different. The car's dirt was the same, too. A silly smile crept onto my lips, but I bit it back when I saw Caiden observing me.
He questioned, staring directly into my eyes, "Is something wrong?"
"No," I said with a serious look as I rolled my eyes. "Didn't think this would still be your favorite car."
"Why not, Kamara? It still is." He turned his focus to the small gravel road ahead and started the engine.
I debated whether or not to say anything while Caiden punched the pedal, sending the car skidding down the dirt road.
I said, "I don't know, maybe because of the memories it carries."
My heart hurt when he said, "I'm not attached to any memories. I enjoy the feeling of driving the car and the car itself."
That made me sad to hear. How could Caiden forget the times we'd spent together here?
As Caiden made his way toward the main road, I stopped talking.
Like two strangers in a car with nothing to say to each other, the ride was silent. I was holding hundreds of things in my throat, just ready to say to Caiden, but I didn't even have the courage to do so. He was the Alpha king now. Powerful and quite ruthless.
Could someone as unimportant as myself possibly get his attention? I considered it for a few minutes, then gave up and said nothing. There was utter nothingness on Caiden's face, and no expression at all, no matter how hard I tried to figure out what he was thinking.
We reached the main entrance after three hours. My heart raced wildly as Caiden pulled the car to a stop. I was not ready to go back to where the crime was committed and maybe discover Catherine's corpse there. I tightly clutched my despair, preventing it from escaping.
"Where do we go from here?" He turned to face the road ahead, waiting for a response.
"Keep going," I said, swallowing my fear, "I'll let you know when we arrive."
I pointed vaguely to my home, which was one of the most beautiful houses on the street despite being in a poor neighborhood, and police cars were parked in front of it.
Caiden parked the car safely away and gave me a doubtful look. "Did you inform the police about the quads' kidnapping?" I turned to face him, not understanding that silly question.
"If I informed the police, then why would I come to you?," I said, glancing back at the home as tears welled up in my eyes. "Catherine is the reason they are there."
My eyes welled with tears, and Caiden avoided looking into my eyes, sensing how distraught I was. Not precisely sure why. "Who is Catherine?" Caiden enquired.
"Why is that relevant?" I answered, glancing back at him with impatience.
"Because I need to investigate any potential link between Catherine and the abduction of the boys," he uttered, striking the driving wheel. "She might have a hand in it."
Upon hearing Caiden make that suggestion, I became quite angry and thought of throwing things at him. In an attempt to calm myself, I rolled my eyes and then closed them.
"You mean to tell me that she would pretend to be dead or even worse, give her life in order to abduct my kids?"
Caiden saw that my finger was pointing toward the scene of the crime as I was speaking. Upon closer inspection, he observed the woman's body being taken out. It was illogical, to be honest.
Another tear fell from my eye, "Cat loved my children more than anyone; she would never think of harming them."
The car was strangely silent for a while until the car with Catherine's body in it drove away. Seeing the sight and knowing that I was not there to say goodbye to my best buddy saddened me. Though it was too late, I wished I could go over there and tell those people the truth. Nothing I would do could bring back Cat.
He disregarded my pain and said, "The police are definitely after you," which left me even more saddened.
"What do you mean, Caiden?" I exhaled deeply, frustrated, feeling my heart quicken.
With a shudder down my spine, he stated the obvious: "The girl was killed inside your house, Kamara and you fled your home without leaving a trail. You are the main suspect, and I don't need to be a detective to figure that out. You're certainly good at running away from things"
"I know but I'd never do something like that."
"Do they look like they care about that?"
As I became aware of what Caiden had just spoken, my gaze drifted out into space. I would now face two very serious issues: locating my kids and avoiding the cops. This is definitely a nightmare.