Chapter 633

Madeline:

Lady Eugenia screamed at the top of her lungs.

“How is this possible? How can his band be here?”

Every single question was directed at me.

She was asking me directly, and I stood there in shock, completely numb.

I turned my head toward Ron as if silently asking him to explain something, anything.

The same fear sitting in my chest was reflected in his eyes.

“Kids, come on. Let’s go inside. Put your bags in there,” Lord Jonah told the children.

Even though his body had started trembling, he still gestured for them to move.

The two looked at me, then at the band.

“Mommy, is this Daddy’s band?” Bodhi asked softly. “Does that mean Daddy is in the house?”

His innocent question shattered something inside me.

Baxter was not in the house.

The cabin was empty.

Ron had already searched through it.

The moment I showed him the band, he ran around looking for Baxter, but there had been no sign of him anywhere.

“Kids, please go inside. We’ll talk to you later,” Ron urged, gently guiding them toward the cabin.

The two clasped each other’s hands before disappearing inside.

The second they were gone, I started taking deep breaths.

“How is this possible?” I asked Ron, shaking badly. “How could he come here?”

Because even I knew it was impossible for Baxter to come here before thirty days of treatment.

Whatever had happened had happened ten days ago.

That could only mean one thing.

He had not come here on his own.

Someone had brought him here.

“Look at the drag marks,” Ron pointed out.

The marks stretched across the ground as though something had been dragged all

the way to the spot where Baxter’s body should have been.

His blood stained the earth nearby, along with his torn shirt and hospital band.

“Does that mean somebody dragged my son out in the middle of his treatment and left him here?” Lord Jonah asked quietly.

Our heads turned toward him.

I watched him stare at the ground, at the blood marks scattered everywhere.

Then he suddenly dropped to his knees and touched the dirt with trembling hands.

“This is where my son was,” he whispered. “But it’s too old.”

His breathing broke apart.

“Whoever brought him here left him for the monster to take him.”

He pointed toward the marks frantically.

“Look. Those are its wings. It took my son. My son is gone.”

Lord Jonah broke down hysterically, almost as if he were begging us to stop

believing Baxter could still be found.

“How is this possible?” Lady Eugenia

screamed again, clutching both,

hands to her chest as tears

streamed down her face

While everyone else was too busy crying, my attention caught on something lying nearby.

A bracelet.

It looked broken, probably torn off during a struggle before falling into the dirt.

The moment I picked it up, my entire body went still.

I recognized it immediately.

I knew exactly who this fucking bracelet belonged to.

My grip tightened around it while my breathing turned heavier..

But I still could not bring myself to say her name out loud.

Not yet.

Everything was crashing into me too fast at once.

Lord Jonah’s face slowly crumpled. Then he suddenly started hitting himself with both hands.

“My son is gone. My son is gone. You don’t understand!” he screamed, breaking into loud sobs.

“You need to wake up, Madeline. Your husband is gone.”

Lord Jonah cried hysterically as he spoke.

“They were never supposed to take him out of that coffin. That alone was a death sentence. But they brought him here and left him behind

He pointed toward the marks on the ground with shaking hands.

“There are signs the monster took him. What do you think it did to him for more than ten days? Do you really think he could have survived?”

His voice cracked.

“My son is dead.”

Then he suddenly grabbed his arm and winced in pain.

“Lord Jonah!” Ron shouted, rushing toward him.

The pain on Lord Jonah’s face was impossible to miss.

Deep lines formed across his forehead as he started to hyperventilate.

He looked like he was having a heart attack.

“We need to call Byron and ask about the situation with his pack. We need help for

him,” I cried out.

My voice shook so badly that half my words barely came out properly.

Then I heard a thud behind me.

I turned around and saw Lady Eugenia collapse onto the ground.

“Lady Eugenia!” I screamed, rushing toward her.

“My son–” Lord Jonah let out a broken cry before his eyes started rolling back.

“I’m taking him to the hospital,” Ron said quickly.

He lifted him into his arms and hurried away with him.

“Lady Eugenia, please wake up,” I pleaded, crying as I gently touched her cheek.

Then I carefully slipped my arms beneath her and carried her inside the cabin.

I was completely shattered.

First, I lost my daughter, then my sister and Baxter.

And now Baxter’s parents were breaking apart in front of me too.