“No. The pain is subsiding.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’ll see Henrik now.”
He bowed. “Shall I call him, sir?”
Slade figured Henrik worked in the lab. “Yes, in the meantime I’d like to meet with my betas.” Glean more information.
“Sir, they left for a blood hunt.”
The Blood hunt was a way to exercise young werewolves and improve their hunting skills. “What type of game?”
The beta lifted his chin and smiled. “Human.”
Slade’s skin tightened, but he kept a cool demeanor. “The most challenging game.”
“Indeed, sir. This man is armed and given a mile lead.”
Slade cocked his head. “What type of weapon?”
“Assault weapons and a knife. He was our arms dealer, but he double crossed us.”
They dealt with arms dealers? What else were they involved with? “Perhaps, I can hunt this one myself.”
“Sorry, sir, Henrik says you need more rest.”
“I’ll go downstairs and find something to eat.” Yesterday, he’d explored the castle in an attempt to jar his memory. Wolfstrom had accompanied him and fed him false memories.
“Yes, sir. I’ll let Henrik know you’re in the dining hall.”
“He’s here?”
“Yes.”
Crap. He wanted to look for Cricket. “Fine.”
The beta called Henrik and then escorted Slade. Two rooms away, he caught her scent. Abella. His wolf roared to knock down her door and lick every inch of her, but her life and the lives of others depended on him acting the role of Prince Bain, son of Wolfstrom. He sighed. Soon, my little wolf.
“Feeling better, Prince Bain?” asked the beta.
“Much better.”
Except for the kitchen workers and a few omegas, the wolves were gone. The blood hunt. Not very sporting to hunt one single man. Even with the possibility the man could kill one, or even a few, he was destined to meet a grisly end.
His beta guard ordered the cooks to get breakfast for him. Slade sat on the long table, alone. He wished he could snoop a bit more, but in order to do that he’d need to dispose of his guard. The aroma of bacon reminded him of his hunger. The omega servant brought him eggs, bacon and a steak. Good. No human on the menu.
Henrik walked in as Slade took his first sip of dark roast coffee. “Prince Bain. I’m so happy you are up and about. Feeling better, yes?” He pulled a chair next to Slade and the servant brought him an extra setting and cup of coffee.
“Yes.” Slade slurped coffee and smiled. “I must see Agrippa.”
“No worries, she’ll return by dinner.”
“Good.”
“Do you remember her scent?”
“I do. It all makes sense. Although, her smell didn’t bring back my past memories, I’m beginning to understand who I am.”