Wolf Bait (Perry and Jonas) novel Chapter 150

Chapter 150 

Dr. Salazar’s Institute for the Criminally Insane is under the precinct where Jake works. Somewhere between the tower prison and the main castle. There are six others not including the former Queen and the prince. 

The King and I are sitting in a small waiting room surrounded by books. There’s weird elevator music playing. My eyes are focused on his bouncing leg. He’s on the verge of throwing me over his shoulder and calling the whole thing off. 

I’m oddly calm for someone about to be put in a straight jacket and tossed in a patted room. My mind is flitting around my skull worse than a crazed bloodthirsty vampire. One moment, I’m weighing the pros to this and the next I’m trying to talk myself out of it. 

I open my mouth to tell the King that if he’s going to get me the hell out of here, now would be the time but the door opens and Dr.Salazar and Oz walk in. She looks between the King and me worriedly. Her eyes stop on me and she motions him to get out. 

“As soon as I walk out that door, there’s no going back,” he turns to me, “Three months. No contact with the outside,” 

“If you let anyone touch what’s mine they’re going to have to drag me back here after I kill the person you allowed to play with what’s mine,” I meet his challenge. He smiles my favorite smile and takes my hand to get me up oh my feet. 

“I’ll see you in three months, Little Wolf,” he whispers and presses his lips to mine. His breathing becomes ragged, and without another glance, he turns away and leaves with Oz. 

Two nurses come in and they ask me to strip out of my clothes. I’m thoroughly checked for weapons or what they call banned items. I’m handed a soft gray uniform. Cotton top and bottom. White slip–ons and a single white scrunchie. 

“You don’t get another one. So, don’t lose it,” the nurse says. 

I barely listen to the doctor as he gives me a tour. All of my senses are on high alert now that I quite literally have nothing but my teeth and claws to protect myself. 

This place isn’t the strange fluorescent white space I thought it would be. It’s elegant like an old manor. The Kind where money hasn’t been an issue for generations. The walls are all paneled with pretty red oak and expensive dark red wallpaper. The floor is carpeted. Not the super soft kind, but definitely elegant. 

There are frames with patients who have been housed here. Under is a plaque of their accomplishments and diagnosis. It’s no surprise that it’s people with high IQs and esteemed academic records. Minds that house too much information. Minds like mine that never stopped working until their last breath. 

“This is your room, my lady,” Dr. Salazar stops in front of a pretty wooden door. “You are free to come and go as you please within the manor, but you are to be in your room before nine. That is when curfew will be enforced. You don’t want to get caught outside of your room here,” 

He pauses, perhaps to see if I’m going to ask what happens but I rather not know. If it’s anything like other places I’ve been reformed in, I want it to be a surprise if I ever break this rule. He nods and turns the fancy copper knob to push open the door for me. 

Dammit, this room is beautiful. From the Victorian canopy bed to the walls lined with books, plants, flowers, and lamps. Old–timey lamps give this room a very cottage–like feel. The room itself isn’t huge, but it’s not qualified to be a small room. 

To my surprise, there’s a huge window across the room. I go to it and find that I can see what looks like a huge ballroom at the bottom of a cave. Not too far up from where I am is a pretty rainfall chandelier. Behind it, the light from the chandelier is reflected beautifully by a natural cascade. I sit at the nook and glance back at the doctor. 

He approaches me with a small medicine cup with several pills in it. There’s a bright blue one and I immediately know what it is. After all, I brought it here to help James. I take it and empty the pills in the palm of my 

hand. 

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Chapter 150 

“I was addicted to three of these as a teenager,” I inform him. 

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“I’ve seen your records,” he nods. “You’re not a wolf anymore. You’ll find that you will react differently to these because they were made for the breed you are now,” 

“You won’t let me go back there, right?” I ask as my eyes fill with tears. He smiles gently and sits next to me with a glass of water in hand. 

“You’re safe here, Perry. I’m very good at my job. Maybe not as good as you are at yours, but I swear to you, My Queen. I will do everything in my power to help you get better,” 

“Grassy ass, Edmundo,” I wipe my face with the back of my hand.