Chapter 305

Kieran sped up, taking sharp turns, he glanced back briefly only to see Bryan following him - good, the kid was sharp.

He had no way of knowing how long ago Dream was ambushed by the girls… things weren't looking too good.

Good thing his obsessive compulsiveness made him study the building plan of the whole Pack, he knew where everything was, even the hidden rooms that not everyone saw.

He pauses in front of what had to be the closet door, leaning forward to try and pick up sound from within.

Bryan just catches up with him at this point, panting harshly although Kieran doesn't even look out of breath.

Kieran tosses him a condescending look, making the younger Werewolf straighten up immediately from his hunched up position, wide eyes scared.

Kieran tries the knob now, frowning when he finds it locked, after a couple tries he gives up and starts to measure the door for a couple friendly taps from his shoe.

Last minute, he glances at Bryan who is shaking like a leaf beside him. "You don't happen to have the key, do you?"

Bryan shakes his head rapidly at this, arms wrapped around himself, he was just starting to realize the gravity of his situation, maybe he should have just let his sister tattle on him.

Kieran sighs wearily. "Step back a bit, wood flints don't go well with my shoes." He adds to himself under his breath.

He raises a leg and kicks the door hard, this loosens it up a bit and after a couple more hits, the door is falling open, a bit tilted from its hinges.

He's not sure what he is expecting to see inside, the closet was soundproof, that much he knew of so it was no wonder he couldn't make anything out of what was going on inside but there was no way they wouldn't have noticed him breaking down the door.

He stops when he steps in, mouth open in astounding shock.

"Oh, it's just you, took you long enough." Dream mutters, throwing away the hard plastic pipe he had been clutching, laying in wait for whoever it was.

He wasn't sure if it was the four girls who had planned for backup or someone else but he wasn't taking any chances.

Kieran stepped in deeper, Bryan following him closely.

"What the fuck?" The Head Beta mutters under his breath as he took in the girls all sprawled on the ground passed out, one was curled up in a corner crying.

"Did you kill them?" Kieran asks bluntly, his panic washing away when he saw that his fears were unfounded and Dream looked just fine.

Dream just rolls his eyes, leaning down and facing away from Kieran to rearrange the basket Mrs. Jacobs had packed.

"I'm not a psycho."

"Sure." Kieran mutters with no small amount of disbelief, taking in the trashed closet.

He studies Dream's smaller form again compared to the other defeated girls and he makes a mental reminder to never get on the Omega's bad side.

"Let me guess." Kieran speaks up after a while when Dream was taking too long with the rearranging. "You're not going to tell the Alpha."

"No…" Dream starts to say, a little more sharply than he intended when Kieran cuts him off.

"Wait, turn around." He asks, stepping forward.

"Why? I'm busy." Dream complains darkly, crouches over the basket.

"You've been fixing up the basket for over five minutes, turn around." Kieran retorts darkly, no give in his tone.

Unhappily, Dream does as is said and Kieran draws in a sharp breath. "No, no fucking way, we are telling the Alpha." He starts to say, already making a move to do as he says.

Nothing else was going to convince the Alpha that Keiran himself didn't try to do something to Dream, he wasn't about to put his life in danger like that.

Dream is quick to grab his pipe again. "Take one more step and I'll knock you unconscious, no questions asked." He threatens.

For the second time, Kieran finds himself regretting his offer to tag along. 

"I didn't say I wasn't going to tell him." Dream mumbles, kicking away someone's hand so he could make his way over to where Kieran stood.

His previously flawless face was now sporting bruises and a lot of cruel scratches. "I just don't want him to see me like this, so you will shut up…"

"If my life is in danger, I won't." Kieran is quick to intercept, Bryan looking like he might like to bolt although he recognizes his sister passed out against a metal shelf, a lump the size of a peach on her head.

Dream just glares at him. "I can take care of myself, thank you very much." He bites out coldly, tossing the pipe over a shoulder, Bryan wincing when it bounces off the crying girl making her whimpering sounds get louder.

"I see that." Kieran mutters under his breath, not doubting one bit that the Omega could do just that, hell he was just about cowered and that was saying a lot considering who he was, Dream could run a pretty successful mafia.

"Fine." Kieran finally gives in after a hard stare down, which was ridiculous that Dream could actually stare him down seeing as the other's head wasn't even up to his shoulders. "But I'll only give you a couple hours, you might want to clean up in that time, I'll take care of things down here." He surmises, passing his eyes appreciatively over the beat up girls again, he always knew the secretary was alright.

"Thank you." Dream sighs in relief, hurrying out. He still had his pride although the fight with the girls had felt like squaring off against four, oversized, vicious and aggressive cats.

The bruises under his clothes were even worse but for some reason he didn't want Dale to see him like this, he didn't want to look weak.

He took the stairs two at a time, although his banged up body protested against it, he had to hurry before Dale got curious and came wandering outside his office.