Kieran POV
Raven has been mumbling incoherently since I put her in the car. She has been whispering about the oracle and finding the truth. She has also been repeating a name over and over again, "Narah."
I pull up to the hospital and don't bother finding a parking spot. I left my warriors behind at the scene so they could collect as much evidence as they could find. Hopefully, they will be able to trail Mae's scent.
There is a team of nurses and doctors waiting for me at the entrance to the hospital. They have a wheelchair ready and waiting for Raven. Everyone has a serious look on their face. We know what is at stake if something happens to the Luna Queen. It could be the downfall of our society as we know it. The recusants could take over, and there is no telling what would happen.
Opening my car door, I carefully help Raven out. She is still bleeding from the wound, and I worry that I wasn't able to get all of the bullet out. I had put the bullet in my pocket to have it analyzed. As far as we know, there are only a few manufacturers of silver bullets in the United States. If we can trace the bullet back to the maker, we might be able to find the group of hunters they are supplying.
Raven plops down in the wheelchair and looks up at me. "He isn't going to make it."
I don't have to wonder who she is talking about. I am sure she can feel the bond between her and Oliver growing weaker. "Don't say that," I tell her. "They will save him."
Raven nods sadly. We both know I am lying. "You must speak with Narah," she urges me as they wheel her away. "She can fill in the missing blanks."
"I don't know who that is," I call after Raven.
"The Knower, the Oracle, the Seer," Raven yells over her shoulder.
"Mae's mother," I whisper aloud.
"Find your mate," Raven pleads with me. "She might be the key to ending this war."
I watch in silence as Raven is wheeled into the hospital. The hospital doors close behind her, and I can no longer see inside. Standing outside of the hospital, I weigh my options. I desperately want to make sure my sister and her mate are being properly cared for, but I also need to find my mate. That is also what Raven wants me to do as well.
Making up my mind, I get back into my car and speed toward the pack house. When I arrive, my mother is standing on the front porch, awaiting my arrival.
"You have to do something about Mae's mother," she begs of me. "She won't stop screaming."
I only tilt my head in response. Rushing through the front door of the pack house, I can hear the screams coming from the upper levels. Omegas are cowering in the corners in fear. No one can ignore the noises coming from inside Narah's room.
Swiftly, I make my way up the stairs. When I make it to the outside of Narah's room, she is banging on the door, begging to be set free.
I slip my key into the lock and turn. As soon as the lock clicks, the door flies open. Narah comes bursting out of the room. She is covered in blood, and her knuckles are raw. I grab her by the shoulders and hold her steady. She is fighting to break free, but she is weak from her time as a rogue.
Glancing over her shoulder, I can see the destruction in the room. Claw marks cover the walls and the furniture has been ripped to shreds. She still hasn't cleaned herself up, even though she was given the opportunity. Not only does she smell like a rogue, but the scent of iron and vomit is heavy in the air.
"You were too late," she screams as she wrestles against me.
"Narah," I say quietly.
At the sound of her name, Narah stops screaming and her eyes become clear. "No one has called me by that name in years."
"But that is your name, is it not?" I ask her.
"It is one of the many names I have gone by over the years," Narah replies.
Her eyes are beginning to become cloudy again, and I know I don't have much time. "Narah," I repeat her name, hoping it will keep her lucid. "Where would your mate have taken Mae?"
"The hunter," Narah whispers. "The hunter has many hideouts. He hid my child from me for many years."
I pinch the bridge of my nose. This conversation is going nowhere. I glance at the room once more and I realize that I cannot keep her locked up. She will only injure herself further.
"You should ask the traitor," Narah says in a sing-song voice. "The traitor will know."
"Do you mean Tish?" I ask.
Narah nods her head slowly. "The one that betrays."
"Would you like to come with me?" I ask her.
"No," Narah says as she looks over her shoulder at the mess that she has made. "I should clean this up."
"I can get someone to clean this for you," I tell her sweetly.
"No, no," Narah replies. "This was my tantrum. I will clean it."
Turning as if nothing has happened, Narah hums to herself as she begins to clean up the mess that she has made. Mother appears at my side and stares with wide eyes at the room.
"I don't think she is dangerous," I tell my mother.
"Sure," Mom says as she continues to look at the room.
"Really," I tell her. "She might be erratic and confused, but I don't think she is dangerous."
My mother studies Narah as she cleans the room. She is working meticulously to clean up the mess. "I think I will help her."
"You don't have to do that," I tell my mother.
She swallows hard and steps into the room. "I want to help her."
"Her name is Narah," I tell my mother. "Calling her that seems to bring her back to the present for several minutes."
"Okay," my mother replies. "Where will you be?"
"In the dungeons. Talking to the familiar," I inform her.
Inching way closer to Narah, my mother is hesitant but confident.
"You don't have to be afraid, White Wolf," Narah says to Mom.
"My name is Erica," my mother replies. "And you are Narah?"
"You can call me that if you wish," Narah replies.
I watch the two women work side by side for several minutes. Just to be sure that I am right. I don't want to leave my mother alone with someone who would hurt her.
Once I am sure my mother is safe, I head down to the dungeons. Tish is going to tell me everything she knows about Mae and her father.