Chapter 42
Finding Clyde.
Jason:
Clarissa’s resilience was the strongest I had ever come across, to apologize for an offense she had it committed, to hold back her anger and pain as though she too did not need to be taken care of. She was in so much by the conversation concerning Clyde’s pack, It worse obvious that we were digging up old wounds that had clearly not healed. Maybe that was why she was distant from me, and ask why she channeled her pain into trying to build a family for the lost ones like her. She inspired me so much, and I felt her pains so much that I wanted to pull her into my arms and ease all the pain away with my warm embrace, but I knew I could not do that, so I just watched.
Apart from the stories they told, I was also very concerned about the whereabouts of Clyde. There’s no how he would have survived the dungeon for that long alone, without food, water. We had brought back all the war prisoners with us and we were slowly planning to begin a plan for a bigger and better pack. Our war prisoners were not exactly prisoners, the goddess was against us treating our fellow werewolves as slaves or prisoners, so we never killed any of all our prisoners or pushed them to forced, they simply became members of our pack until we either set up a different administration for them, or set them free.
“So, I was thinking. Elliot and Mirian?” I called out for o them and they both raised their bowed heads in response to my call,
“Have you gotten any news on the whereabouts of Clyde?” I asked.
“No, not even rumors,” They answered.
“And Gray? Any news of the traitor?” I asked again.
“No, and we never even had an ear out of him. He is a blasted coward, and he can rot in hell for we care.” They said with a lot of bitterness in their hearts.
“I have a bad feeling about this. I think I should go and find Clyde before it gets too late to do so.”
:
The weight of concern settled heavily in my chest as I contemplated the possible fate of Clyde. I couldn’t shake the feeling that time was slipping away, and if we didn’t find him soon, it might be too late. Gathering my determination, I turned to Mirian and Elliot. Although I didn’t feel exactly sorry for him, I just wanted to make sure.
“We need to find Clyde. I won’t rest until we know his fate,” I declared, my voice resolute. “I have to gather a few trusted pack members, and we’ll set out immediately. I can’t afford to waste any more time.” I said, turning to Clarissa, as though asking for permission, but she just kept silent listening to all that we discussed.
Mirian and Elliot nodded, their expressions mirroring my determination, and with that, I took leave of the meeting and headed towards my pack.
“Our battle is incomplete without knowledge of the whereabouts of Clyde, we are not seeking him to kill him, but for all we know he might be lurking somewhere getting ready to attack us, which is really dangerous.” I announced.
I quickly assembled a small group of capable wolves who were willing to join the search. With our makeshift search party in tow, we set off towards the territory of Clyde’s pack, hoping to find any trace of his whereabouts.
Clarissa:
As Jason prepared to leave in search of Clyde, a mixture of worry and hope swirled within me. I did not know how I should feel, my mind was like a blank slate. What if Clyde had really died as supposed? The other members of the meeting sat around us discussing with themselves and getting to know each other. I sat on a tree trunk, when Jason left and I was unable to say anything not even any words of encouragement.
“Please, be careful,” I whispered, my voice laced with concern, as I reached out to touch Jason’s arm. “I don’t want to lose you either.” But when I looked up, he was not actually there. He had left already.
A warm hand took my hands and patted them — It was Amber Hart, she was smiling warmly at me as though she could through me.
“You say the same words that you’ve always wanted to hear. You’ll be fine Clarissa.” She said, and I knew she was my friend from that moment. Nolle had volunteered and hour ago to go and pick Cisca uo from school, and she had not returned so she must have gone home directly from the school. I was lucky to be surrounded by such thoughtful people.
With a bittersweet mix of emotions, I watched as Jason and the search party disappeared into the distance, their figures blending with the landscape. All I could do now was hope and pray for their safe return. I was greatly unsure of whom I wanted safe the most, Jason or Clyde?
Clyde.
Locked away in the dungeon for almost a month, I felt my spirit slowly leaving my body. I had not had any food or drink to my disposal, neither had I seen the light of day or the moonlight. I had already lost track of time and focused on counting how many breaths I had left until I died. Then something is that spoke greatly of the goddess’s mercy and love happened.’
In the darkness of my confinement as I righteously awaited my miserable demise, whispers reached my ears. Whispers of my pack members — of a few loyal members who had managed to evade capture and were now planning my rescue. My heart swelled with a renewed hope, and I clung to it tightly.
Days turned into weeks as I patiently awaited my liberation. Finally, the door to my cell creaked open, and familiar faces greeted me, their eyes shining with love and relief. They explained how they had been hiding, observing from the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike back at our enemies.
We traveled in secrecy, taking refuge with a small pack named Daggers. Here, I could lay low and bide my time until the opportune moment to reveal myself. No one recognized me, and I relished the anonymity, using it to gather information and plan our revenge.