ZADOK
Pick her up! Pick her up!
My mind yelled at me, and like a possessed person, I walked towards Ithra with that goal in mind.
Probably scared by what happened, she leans into her person but I wasn't deterred. I picked her up like a pack of cards and immediately made my way out, leaving behind a pack of bowed wolves in my wake.
As I stepped through the people, carrying her bridal style, my eyes caught an unconscious wolf by the corner with a knife to the chest.
My blood boiled, knowing exactly who had perpetuated that act. My eyes connected with Ithra's and my hold around her tightened.
With clenched jaws, I walked past the body, sending a note to Azriel to take the impaled wolf to the pack doctor while I led Ithra to the prison till I knew exactly what to do with her.
We got to the prison and I dumped her on the floor. “Lock her up. No food or water until I say otherwise.” I ordered one of the guards who immediately dragged her away with a snarl.