Chapter 282
282 – The Three Dirty Pigs
Baxter:
“She survived the worst nightmares then,” she added. “You have no idea. Once they get too comfortable, they turn into the worst monsters. I cannot forget their faces. They were horrible people.” She paused, taking deep breaths.
“Although I know she must have been traumatized, I am glad they did not reach the point they did with me,” way she spoke did not sound like the same Yuvonne I had known.
She looked different and shaken. Guilt had been building inside me the entire time I watched her.
“Yuvonne, we trapped them,” I told her.
As soon as I said that, the expression on her face went flat.
“The three men?” she asked softly.
The
“Yes,” I replied. “Madeline presented herself as bait, and they took it. Two of them were already looking for women and had reached our shelter. I think it is safe to say we took our anger out on them. They died a painful death. Their limbs were detached one by one while they were alive, and then their remains were burned into ashes.
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As I spoke, I noticed how tightly I was clenching my jaw. Every word felt forced out.
“They are gone.” she suddenly chirped.
A smile suddenly appeared on her lips, and it broke me.
She had been so afraid of them that she likely did not feel safe even in her own home. In that moment, I already knew everything she had said was the truth.
After I told her the fate of those men and that they had been punished, she cried for at least thirty minutes straight. Her mother barged in looking worried.
“What happened?” her mother asked again.
After the fifth time, Yuvonne finally wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand and looked at her mother.
“Baxter punished those men,” she told her, her lips quivering.
“What?” Her mother turned to look at Baxter, then at me in confusión. “But you did not know them. You just
found out p>
Her mother immediately began to doubt my words.
“I did not know them before. I found out recently, but there was another victim in the woods. It is a long story, and
I told Yuvonne about it,” I explained, watching the way Yuvonne smiled and cried at the same time.
The trauma was going to stay. I knew that for a fact, but at least she was comforted by knowing they were not coming back for her.
“Mother, they are gone. They suffered. You know what,” she said. “Madeline and Baxter punished them p>
The moment she mentioned Madeline, I noticed a clear change in her mother’s expression, something close to disbelief, and not good news.
She looked upset that her daughter had spoken of Madeline.
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“Well, obviously, she could not have done anything. She does not even have a wolf. But thanks to Alpha Baxter, he proved that he is capable and that there is still humanity left in people,” her mother remarked.
She praised me, but I was already thinking about the tone she had used when speaking about Madeline.
“But Madeline presented herself to them. She lured them,” Yuvonne continued to correct her mother.
“You will not begin to show gratitude toward Madeline again, ” her mother snapped, holding up her palm. “Do not forget that the reason you went through all of this was because of her p>
Her mother yelled, and Yuvonne suddenly went silent.
A large tear rolled down her cheek, and I could not understand what the dynamic between them had become.
Her father had not come out once to see me, and Yuvonne did not seem comfortable around her mother either.
It felt like she was craving comfort, but her mother was doing everything except that.
Or maybe I was wrong. I had only been here for an hour or so. I could not judge them based on such a short time.
Still, even when her mother barged in and saw Yuvonne crying, she did not hug her or comfort her.
She only stood to the side, asking what had happened.
“Let’s not accuse Madeline just because you want to,” I snapped at her mother before turning to look at Yuvonne. “And I would like to continue speaking with Yuvonne p>
That was my way of telling her mother that she needed to leave and that we were not done talking.
“I will go prepare tea for you two,” her mother replied bitterly as she walked out of the room.
“Can you please close the door now?” Yuvonne requested, and my ears perked up.
It was already a good change. I wanted her to do better. I wanted her to be herself and find her path again.
Giving her a nod, I stood up and reached for the door. As soon as I closed it and turned around, I saw Yuvonne jump out of bed and rush toward me. 1
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