Chapter 93

Graysons POV:

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I wanted news on Annette but it seemed they had retreated to the safety of their shadows. I didn’t know

them well enough to know their new hiding holes and they’ve made new allies.

I stood up and walked out of the surveillance room and into the training hall. With the stagnation of my

search, the aggravation of my in–laws and the guilt all built up I took the gym.

I started off running I’d run laps at full speed until my face grew red and my lungs were a bonfire.

After that, I lift weights until my arms are numb and solid. Then I hit the ring, anyone who wants to try

can get in the ring against me it’s not my fault they volunteer.

Typically it’s the younger crowd or if my wife’s brothers are bored they’ll join me. Charlie was the

fiercest when we fought. He’d come at me like a stallion in a race trained well for endurance and speed

but I was a bull. And stallions aren’t used to getting hit.

Eventually, I’d find my pocket in his strikes and take him down. One large fatal shot and he’d be down.

He’d cough and huff but concede and stumble out of the ring.

When James and I fought I’d train him more than anything he was still untamed in his attacks and wild I

wanted him to be more poised but where Charlie couldn’t take my punches James almost became

stronger off of them. That would be the alpha blood fight inside of him.

The one I I almost never saw was Theo he’d been angry with me for a short while but it appears his

wife scolded that out of him reminding him of the opposite outcome. He then joined me in the ring and I

realized who my wife sparred with most often, Theo could take a hit and he was quick he’d catch my

movements and I enjoyed sparring with him. It was less like a fight and more a game of chess.

He would perfectly miss my blow and I would have to swivel before I’d finished to avoid him holding my

arms and trying to pin me. I’d then turn out in a kick and he roll through his fall and back onto his feet, a

move Annette would often do in her sparring. He’d come at me and I’d push him back before he’d try

another Jane and I’d have to choose between blocking or swallowing it. If I chose to block he’d attack

the other side and if I swallowed I could wail him with the one side. I swallowed and he attempted a fury

of jabs to my middle and I drove a hit to his head he wobbled for a second but kept his arms up. I take

my chance and try to sweep his legs but he’d go for my head. As all our fights end I’d get him on the

floor and we’d lock each other in a headlock of some form and it would end with a tie.

I stood up facing Theo and he clapped me on the back and we laughed. I did enjoy his company at

least.

But my happiness was short–lived as my mother–in–law sat outside the ring boring a hole into my

bread with her eyes. My son wriggling in her arms pleasant for once.

“He seems to enjoy watching the sparring,” she mumbled looking away from me.

I took my son from her and she began to protest but my mother walked up at that moment.

“How kind of you to bring my grandson to his father,” she gave a discerning smile with raised eyebrows

daring her to

protest

My mother liked Eva but she loved me more and she hated people who let their emotions cloud their

judgment and t felt that a tongue–lashing would happen to my mother–in–law soon.

“Grayson,” Matt ran into the training center. “We got heat signatures,” He jogged abe and I walked

calmly after him as best I could holding my son.

I wanted her to appear to have found a way out and to be on her way to me or some similar miracle. I

knew she wouldn’t be on the screen but I wanted otherwise so badly I tied to trick my own mind into

hoping.

Four wolves on the screen greeted me and my heart dropped ator of them were Seraphine, one was

black, two more brown, and one grey with their different fur it was a dead giveaway away they were

rouges.

“Track them and send a crew to intercept them. I ordere

They knew those were pack lands they wouldn’t go on them unless they were stupid, desperate, or

hired. Rouges were wolves without packs, and humans didn’t like hiring wolves, it was hard for them to

get work so they often fell prey to dark packs as their henchmen for lack of a better term.

These wolves knew one way or another something around my wife, d une them captured within 72

hours. I’d give them food, water, a place to rest, a haven from any threat Marcus had me after them

He seemed to enjoy using fear and bribery to instill loyalty the only issue with that is if someone offers

you an honest pach chances are they’ll take it. I was going to give them a choice if they took the honest

path they’d get help, if they

ook Marcus’s path they’d meet the same fate he will.

“So we finally have a lead?” Her father looked at the screen with wide eyes.

appears so,” my mother smirked and walked out of the room.

go to get them.” Charlie offered up and his mother immediately intervened..

solutely not this could be a trap. He should go,” she pointed at me her eyes misting

I fought the urge to roll my eyes.

“He’s all Christian bus left mom, good idea orphan your only grandchild,” James smarked glaring at the

“James.” She almost shrieked and Chris started crying.

“Shhh.” I covered his bead with my hand and turned him away.

ha

“Mom I should go if there are any tricks I’m one of the only people strong enough to survive it. Charlie

shot.. bead and started burganing with his mother.

“T’ll accomputty you.” I cbeth asserted and stared down Luna Eva who scoffed before crossing her

arms.

“Do you think anyb*dy else would be able to recover our daughter Eva?” Her husband stepped

between her and mi

wamor

She looked over at me with a burning hatred and then at her husband, an indignation took over her

features. “I

suppose not,”

She whipped out of the room in a huff as she started to cry. She had once been renowned for being a

skilled strategist I found it unfathomable at this moment.

I loved my son but when it came to getting him back I had pulled myself together so I did not fall apart.

She seemed like a very weak woman to me more and more with every passing day. Wailing and huffing

about like that will help anything.

“Then the two of you will go but just you I’ll give you sleeper darts I should assume that you won’t need

anything else besides the essentials,” I looked between the two of them.

“No.”

“No sir,”

I nodded and looked down at my son who had calmed now that his grandmother had dramatically

exited.

“I’ll go feed my son then,” I walked back to my house keeping him bundled from the cold and tight to my

chest.

I went up to the room that was as freezing as the tundra outside and grabbed one of Annette’s

nightgowns from the

closet.

I laid gently over our son as I grabbed a fresh bottle and attempted again to get him to eat. It didn’t take

as long this time and he still fought against the formula but eventually, he took it.

I looked at our room that had her etched over it. Her nightstand with a glass of water still on it, her ring

I’d given her still in the box beside a photo of us dancing and one of her family. Her robe on the chair

and her hairbrush at her vanity in the bathroom her clothes hung up like she was coming back from a

trip downstairs.

Had this how it had been for her while I was away sitting here day after day, slowly becoming a husk

until I found a

way to come home?

I sat back as Christian ate his meal. She’d be back soon and she’d feed him. She’ll be back.

I reached out for her the black void that now took up the space between us stretching and begging for

her to respond picturing her wherever she was and cello for her.

“he’s safe I love you

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