My Miracle Luna
Their Gemini Wolves Chapter 40

{Wyatt's

P.O.V.}

After witnessing Rylee descend into temporary madness, I pulled her out of the dungeon and escorted her upstairs. It was no secret that Marvin was sick and deranged, but I didn't think that his wolf would be too. Finding out that he entered this business to save his mate's life almost made me sympathetic to his cause, but then his wolf admitted that he didn't even accept his mate as his Luna, all because she was human. But hearing that it was Eric who violated Rylee's mom all those years ago made me sick, and Blade's hackles were standing upright.

I carried Rylee to our room and laid her down but saw that her clothes were covered in blood because of me. "Dearest, I'm going to run a bath for us, okay?" I told her. All she could do was nod softly. I discarded my clothing into the laundry chute. I was pretty certain the Omegas were going to have a field day with all of the bloody clothing they were about to receive from all of us. I went into the bathroom and ran the water and added some stress-relieving bath salts. The moon goddess only knew how much Rylee would need this.

To think that her only remaining biological family shared DNA with the disgruntled Pattersons. That would be enough to drive anyone over the edge. As I was getting the bath ready, it suddenly dawned on me who else this directly affected. I let out a disheveled sigh and hung my neck back. I shook it off and went back into the bedroom to fetch Rylee. She was still laying down in the exact same position she had been when I walked away.

"Come on, Tink. The water is ready." I picked her up and she leaned into my chest but didn't hold onto my neck. It was like carrying a statue. I placed her on the counter of the bathroom, and gently removed her clothing. While I discarded them, I mind-linked my mother to get some Omegas to replace the sheets on our bed.

I brought Rylee to the tub with me and gently lowered her into the tub. Once she was settled, I got in behind her and had her lean against me. She was moving on autopilot and didn't seem to be cognizant.

"Rylee, I need you to talk to me," I said to her gently as I rubbed her shoulders. She didn't say anything and was completely still. "Dearest, don't shut down on me. If you need to scream, then scream. If you need to cry, then cry. Don't bottle up your emotions. William taught you to never do that." She was silent again, and after a minute or so I felt her body starting to tremble, and I heard her sniffle. "Baby?"

"How?" she said softly. Had I not been a werewolf, I never would have heard her.

"How what?"

"How do I accept them?"

"Accept who? Lanie and Lexie?" I asked, and she just nodded slowly. I knew where she was going with this. Anyone would, but it wasn't their fault. It wouldn't be fair to them. Sure, life isn't fair, not by any means, but they sure as hell didn't ask to be reborn to the likes of Eric Patterson. "Rylee, you can't look at it that way." She immediately sat up and turned out to face me. Her eyes were dull and empty.

"How can I not!? Eric ruined my life, Wyatt. You were there! You saw what I went through while at Halfmoon!"

"Yes, I did, but what happened to you has nothing to do with Lexie and Lanie."

"Doesn't it?" she snapped back. I looked at her as I waited for her to continue. "Wyatt, Eric killed my parents, remember? He challenged my father but killed him instead. All because my mom refused to be with him."

"I get that, but I don't get where you're going with this," I replied.

"Eric had her. He had her, and he fathered pups with her. Why would he just let her go?"

"I can see your point, dearest, but you have to remember, Eric was an Alpha of his own pack. He wouldn't have been able to hold her for that long. He may have just impregnated her and left her to Marvin." "That doesn't make sense, Wyatt."

"It doesn't have to make sense to us. Whatever sick and twisted mindset Eric was in all those years ago only had to make sense to him. We can't turn back time to figure what happened exactly, but we also can't blame the girls."

"Eric killed my parents, Wyatt. All because my mom refused to be with him. She chose her mate, and he couldn't accept that. He staged a challenge to kill my father. Then killed her because she still refused him even though he was victorious. Then he ordered Halfmoon to slaughter my pack, my home. But that wasn't enough for him, to add injury to insult, he took me and turned my life into a literal living hell!"

"Baby, I know all of this," I said reassuringly and cupped her cheeks when I saw her eyes fill with tears. "But Eric also didn't know who you were at the time, because you were smart enough to keep your identity a secret at such a young age."

"He took everything from me, Wyatt. And now he's making it so that I can't even love my own sisters." Her voice faltered, and the tears fell. I watched as the droplets fell into the bathwater. She held my wrists as I continued to cup her face and her sobs turned into full-on bawling. I dropped my hands, scooped her up, and pulled her to me. I cradled her in the tub as she let out of all her emotions. In the back of my mind, Blade was whimpering seeing Rylee in so much pain. Too bad Eric is dead.

I know. I wish we could revive him and kill him all over again.

Where is he buried? We should dig him up and desecrate his remains.

That's a good question, Blade. I have no idea. We were never told what happened to him.

Blade grunted in confusion. It dawned on me that we never heard about when or how Eric, Ash, Emma, and Nicole were executed. That, in and of itself, made me start to worry. As I was lost in my own thoughts, Rylee shot her head up and her crying immediately stopped. I looked at her, shocked, but her eyes were black and full of rage.

"Kaleigh?"

"Why did Blade just tell me that you were never told what happened to that mongrel?" she asked with a low growl in her voice. Of course, Blade couldn't keep his damn muzzle shut. Before I could even answer, Kaleigh jumped out of the bath.

"Kaleigh, wait!" I shouted, but she used her super speed and was gone. I mind-linked the pack to let them know not to stand in the way of their Luna as she was about to start a rampage in the nude. I quickly pulled on some pants without even drying off to find her. I was running down the stairs, two at a time, when I got a link from my mother.

Wyatt! Rylee is attacking your father!

"Ah, f**k!" I grunted and ran to their room. When I got there, the door had been pushed in and was off its hinges.

"Rylee, please, what is this the meaning of this!?" I heard my father's voice. Rylee had him by the throat, but his feet were still on the ground. I guess her height disadvantage worked in my father's favor.

"WHERE ARE THE PATTERSONS!?" she roared.

"Sweetheart, what are you talking about? They're dead!" my father replied, attempting to push her off.

"Wyatt, why is she asking about them?" my mother asked.

"Not now, mother!" I answered and went to pull her off my father. Unfortunately, Rylee was using her super strength and I couldn't pry her off. I needed help, and I knew just who to call.

William! Get to my parents' room, now! I need your help prying Rylee off of my father before she kills him!

I am on my way.

In the blink of an eye, William showed up and easily subdued Rylee. Blade was getting frustrated seeing him on top of Rylee while she was still naked, but I had to remind him that it was harmless. Had he not shown up, who knows how much more damage she could have done. I hated that Rylee still couldn't control her emotions when it came to anger. We were just lucky she wasn't using her powers on my father.

"Rylee, that is enough!" William growled at her. His eyes shined bright red indicating that his wolf, whatever his name was, was in control. A few seconds later, Rylee calmed down and, instead of black eyes, they were back to her chocolate brown hue. "Get off of me!" Rylee shouted at William and shoved him off. My mother quickly gave her some clothes.

"Rylee, what is the meaning of your behavior!? Why are you attacking Ronan!?" William asked her.

"I need answers! I need to know where the f*****g Pattersons are!"

"Rylee, I told you, they're dead," my father answered while rubbing his neck.

"Then why is there no definitive proof of their deaths?! We never heard back from the Elders! Where are Eric's remains?! Or Emma's!? Or Ash's for that matter!?"

"Dad." He turned to me. "Rylee has a point. Why didn't the Elders ever report the executions to us? Legally, we had a right to know when they occurred," I said point-blank. Something seemed to have clicked in my father's brain, and he suddenly ran out of the room. We ran after him and found him in his office down the hall.

He picked up the phone and quickly dialed a number. After a few seconds, we heard someone pick up, and my father started to spit off questions.

"Where are they!?... Don't give me that crap, you know who! Where are Eric and his family!?... I wouldn't be asking if I honestly believed that! ... Then where are their death files!? Why were they never given to me or my son!?... What? ... What are you going off about? We never received... By whom?... When? ... You're certain? ... Send me the copies now! ... I don't care if you work for the council! My son and our pack have every legal right to those files!... Well, then go get them!"

"Dad?" He put up a finger to shush me. We all just stared at him as he waited on the phone.

"Yes, I'm still here ... WHAT!?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY'RE GONE!?!... Why wasn't this reported sooner!?... Don't give me that cockamamie bullshit!... Well, you better tell the Elders about this before I do!" My father slammed the phone down onto the receiver. He was huffing and puffing, and his wolf was about ten seconds from surfacing. My mother ran to his side to calm him down. Almost thirty years together, and she still had that effect on him.

"Honey, what is it? What happened?" she asked him gently while caressing his arm.

"The death reports were supposed to be sent to us via interwolf mail, but the courier never delivered them," he said.

"Who was the courier?" I asked.

"The former assistant M.E. for the Elders, who apparently resigned not too long after having 'delivered' the files to us," my father replied, using finger quotes.

"Wait, but we never ..." I paused when my father gave me a knowing look. "Dad, where are those files!?"

"When I asked the head M.E. for the backup files, he went to find them. He's old school and keeps everything in physical paper form. Refuses to digitize anything."

"And?" I asked. My father paused and looked at all of us but specifically at Rylee. "Dad!!"

"He said that the files are missing."

"WHAT?!" we all exclaimed.

"Dad, please tell me that there are at least bodies that corroborate that they're dead!?"

"If Eric and Ash weren't disgraced Alphas, then there would be. However, because they were considered to be disgraced, they should have received the lethal injection and then should have been cremated." My father gave me another look. "Ronan, what aren't you saying?" Rylee asked. I knew she was trying not to read his mind.

"According to the M.E. he didn't conduct the cremation, the assistant M.E. did. Now he's questioning if they even actually occurred."

"Oh my god," my mother gasped.

"Are you telling me that the Pattersons could actually be alive!?" Rylee gritted her teeth.

"With everything the M.E. just said, yes." Rylee took a sharp intake of breath. "It is very highly possible that the Pattersons may actually be alive."