The Princess's Dangerous Vampire Mate-Chapter 222: His mind - I

~Tristan~

Tearing himself away from Genevieve was one of the hardest tasks he had ever done even though one of those tasks had been coming back from the land of the dead. It was when he heard the Hushed whispers of Allan, he knew he had to go.

Yet Tristan understood the concern. His second in command Allan needed him which meant that Darius required his presence. As he walked to the dungeons, the lowest level of all, he could only hope that by the time he would return and Genevieve would be gone only had scent would remain for him to breathe in.

For a creature like him who did not need air the scent of his beloved was the only source of survival.

"What is i—" he held the grimace in and straightened his facial expressions. The stench was horrifying, making him place his hand in front of his nose. "What in the world is this?!" He grunted out, his voice being muffled by the hand.

"Come here," Darius called from all the way in the hallway, "you must see this."

He did not want to but it was obvious if the wolf king was calling him it must be a sight to see.

He moved forward with Allan behind him only to stop in front of the prison cell where they had studied yesterday night.

It was still dark in the dungeon because there was no way that sunlight penetrated through the ground or the thick walls of the castle. A torch was not needed for them to say because their eyes could make out everything in the darkness.

From yesterday night the only thing that has changed was a pile of liquid on the floor along with the man heaving heavily while leaning back on the wall.

"He is alive?" Tristan asked as he observed the man for who he was. He wanted to make sure that it was the wolf who was in his human form.

"He is the wolf, and he is alive." Darius confirmed.

In front of him as the man breathed heavily, was another who appeared to be tending to him. This must be the healer that Darius had brought with him and with the speed and precision that the healer worked with it was obvious that he had dealt with wolves all his life.

Next Tristan’s eyes move to the pile of liquid on the floor that reeked of the horrid stench. "What is that?" He was unable to control the question inside him much longer. With the highlighted senses he had it had become difficult for him to ignore the stench.

Vampires could not smell much but when stank as hell they could not smell it too.

"It the poison my lord," Answered the healer; Goldum, "I had him vomit it out. Thankfully it is not something that would affect us gravely which is why he had a high fever yesterday."

Darius tilted his head and said with the pointed look, "I was waiting for you to come before asking any questions."

Tristan raised an eyebrow. If he was expecting Tristan to be grateful that he was way off the path. "Go ahead then."

Darius’s eye twiched slightly as the beast inside him did not appreciate the comment and sarcasm yet he held back. "What poison?"

Goldum’s eyes moved to the pile of vomit. "I do not know that yet, your highness. I would have to conduct a few tests and take the wolf with me for further inspection."

Tristan scoffed. They were nowhere. "Surely you can tell that this was not one of the poisons that can kill us?"

"No, that it was not," The helart confirmed, " If it was one of those poisons then the wolf would not have survived In fact he would not have gone feral."

That was unrealistic because if the wolf was given a poison to end his life he would not have gone feral. So the healer was right.

Goldum continued, "this only means the poison was either given in a less quantity which is why the body of the wolf could fight it or it was something new."

"The body could fight it," Tristan repeated in a murmur, " which is why the wolf and the fever. Which is why the brain went into a frenzy. . . But why would someone give you poison if not to kill?"

Poison only meant one thing and that was directly death so why would someone fiddle around with the quantity of it only to torture someone?

"It could only mean one thing," the healer changed the cloth of the wolf, "the poison was not supposed to kill."

"Or," Arnold, Darius’s second in command interrupted, "the poison failed to kill."

Failed.

If the poison failed to kill then that meant that the poisons were coming and they were going to be stronger than before. This was only going to grow.

Daruius growled lightly. His alpha wolf did not like a fellow wolf fighting for his life when he was there to be protected by his own pack.

"Did you not smell anything?" Darius addressed the wolf directly, making the wolf look at the Alpha king. "If you consumed something then you should have noticed it. Your beast would have picked it up."

The wolf barely shook his head. " I . . did not .

Alpha." He rasped out. It was visible that it was difficult for him to talk but there were too many questions that remained unanswered.

"Nothing?" Darius furrowed, "do you not remember what you consumed the day prior?"

The wolf lowered his head. No one knew if he was just thinking about it or was it him not being able to answer.

"Perhaps we could give him a day or two to heal. I assure you that the wolf will heal and will be able to answer the questions better." The healer, Goldum said.

Darius huffed. How was he supposed to wait for two days?

"Hurry up," he growled as he walked out, "we need answers."