Wolf Bait (Perry and Jonas) novel Chapter 152

Chapter 152 

The stages of grief begin with Denial. And no, that’s not just a river. I went through this before I rejoined the academy. I had to be evaluated and I staged it. I was put on the field because I took a couple of online courses to give me the answers along with the given responses. Added a few drugs to give the proper chemical response and boom. They put me on the force. 

I kept telling myself that my being able to logically go around the set system proved that I was fine and I ignored the beginning stage of Crystal’s feral spiral. Everything I did was an excuse I used to justify how fucking terrible I feel about the way everything happened and how I handled it. Even after all that, here I am once again. Step one. 

I am sitting in a room with James, Alegra, and some guy. I don’t even know his name yet. We’re new so they’re keeping us together. Alegra is dressed the same as I am’and she’s seated between her son and me. Dr. Salazar is sitting across from me writing shit down with his stupid fucking Lightning McQueen pen. 

“Good morning,” he greets us. No one says it back. He smiles and writes something down. I see James shift in his seat from my peripheral vision. “All right. How did you all sleep?” 

No one answers again. His eyes sweep the room and just as he’s about to write it down I clear my throat. 

“Not well,” I answer truthfully. He takes a deep breath and nods. 

“I can only imagine. This place is not familiar,” 

“And it has no scent,” I add. 

“Why is that?” James asks. 

“Each room is sterilized daily. Often we have lycans that have a very strong scent. Letting the scent of grief and fear linger in a room can turn any of us ravenous,” he explains. “Why don’t we go around the room and introduce ourselves? Let’s get to know one another a little more. Why don’t we start with you, Perry? Introduce yourself,” 

“Um,” I clear my throat again and try to sit up straight. I stare down at my hands not sure how to begin. Am I Pernicious Phurry or Prince? 

“There are no titles here. No politics. Just tell us your name,” 

“My name is Pernicious-” I take a deep breath. “My name is Pernicious Nelson,” 

“Good,” he smiles and then turns to Alegra. 

“My name is Alegra Prince,” she answers quietly. 

“James Prince,” her son says. 

“Endo Graham,” the other guy finishes. 

“I am Edmundo Salazar,” the doctor introduces himself and then turns to me. That’s what I fucking get for taking pity on 

here?” him. I think he’s about to question me but then his eyes turn the James. “Mr. Prince. Why are you 

“What?” James asks as if the doctor were insulting him. 

“Why are you here? Or maybe try, why do you think you’re here 

“It’s court–ordered,” he says. 

“No other reason?” 

“The King sent me here,” he growls. He writes that down and it makes James angry. 

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“Don’t,” I say calmly when he tenses up. James’s glare clashes with mine. “Just don’t,” 

He huff’s rolling his eyes before averting his gaze. 

“Perry, why are you here?” Dr. Salazar asks. 

“Obviously, my brother wanted his wife out of the way,” James scoffs. 

“I asked to be here,” I answer. “Well, you suggested it and I think it’s a good idea,” 

“Why would you choose to be here?” James asks. The doctor looks from James to me. 

“Yes, why would you choose to be here?” he asks. 

“I did something bad. Maybe the worst thing I’ve ever done and I stop feeling my throat swell. 

“And?” the doctor presses. 

“And no one is punishing me for it,” I look down at my hands not wanting to see him write that down. 

“Do you think you deserve to be punished?” 

“Yes,” I nod. 

“Okay, why?” 

“It’s what I was taught. You do something bad and you’re punished for it. Actions have consquences,” 

“If you believe that, why did you break this rule or why did you do this thing you haven’t been punished for?” 

“At the time, I thought it was the right thing to do. I told myself it was, but I’ve never been able to tell the difference,” 

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“Between what?” 

“Right and wrong,” 

I almost growl at him when he writes that down. 

“What kind of punishment do you think you deserve?” 

“Death,” I say without hesitation. Everyone in the room turns to look at me. Even the two guards and the nurse. 

“What could you have possibly done to deserve such a punishment?” 

“I’ve lied, killed, exploited, and stolen from a lot of people including my friends and family,” 

“You mean this quite literally,” 

“Every word,” 

“When did you start to notice that something was amiss in your actions?” 

“The very first time I pushed a hunting knife through a boy’s throat. I was thirteen,” 

“Why did you do that?” 

It’s been a long time since I’ve thought of Reginald Barkley. He was sixteen at the time–one of Calvin’s best friends. Calvin often got verbal with me growing up. He’d call me names and had others laugh at me, but he never put his hands on me. Reggy, however, got off on hurting others and got rough with Morgan. Tried to force her shorts down her legs in the girl’s 

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locker room after school. 

The knife belonged to our gym teacher. He was always peeling the skin off his apples with it as he had us running around. At the time I was wearing my archery gloves. I panicked and I took the knife without thinking and pushed it right into the side 

of his neck.