***CONTENT/TRIGGER WARNING! An episode of mindless rage, Supernatural Style***

For the next few days, Lenora floated in and out of consciousness. Neil came often to supply her with more potions and reinforce the healing spells placed on her during his first visit. Day by day, however, she improved and was able to stay awake for longer periods of time.

Lenora felt as though she’d reached a milestone when she was finally able to sit up in the chair. With her strength returning, her magic began to follow suit. Every time when she was able to come out from under the covers, she performed a warming charm on herself. The cell was always chilly, even downright cold, at times. Rubbing her hands together during a particularly cold episode, she wondered if she would ever truly be warm again.

Lost in daydreams, Lenora felt a crushing wave of homesickness so powerful that it nearly made her roll out of the chair and collapse to the floor. She closed her eyes and didn’t fight it when her mind reached out for her loved ones. If only they could hear me. If only I could reach–

She was brought up short when she detected a faint but unmistakable presence in her extrasensory perceptions. //My Lenora…//

Lenora gasped and fisted her hands tightly over her mouth. //Och! Wolfman…I have ye. I can sense ye now!// The strands of the Bond she shared with her beloved were still weak and tangled, but at least there was something. Were the binding spells on the prison she was being kept in waning? Could she muster enough magical energy to guide her Tyrone to her whereabouts?

//I’m not crazy. Oh, my Lenora…my goddess! You are alive. Lenora…my love…//

//I’m alive, sweetheart, I am. I want nothing more than to come home to ye and the wee ones…but I can’t. I’m trapped…being held against my will. I’ve been weakened, my Tyrone…and that is why it’s been so hard to sense ye…to reach ye. Oh, Wolfman, I love ye so! Please, my love, know that I do.// Tears ran freely down Lenora’s cheeks as both elation and yearning filled her soul to overflowing.

//I know, my Lenora. It has been pure hell without you…for all of us.// The catch in her beloved’s telepathic voice brought forth an involuntary whimper of agony. //Don’t cry, my goddess. I will come for you. I swear that on my very life. I…will…come…for…you! I will not stop until you are in my arms and back home where you belong. Don’t give up, sweetheart. Please, Lenora, fight to come back to us.//

//Ye give me the strength to keep fighting, Wolfman. Sensing ye now and being able to reach ye sustains me. I will hold onto that.// Lenora didn’t know how long this connection would last before whatever binding spells severed it. A roaring, blinding headache was cooking already, which meant the Dark Magic working against her would overpower her soon.

//Lenora…the signal is growing weaker. I don’t know how much longer I can hold you. Sweetheart, where are you? Just tell me where you are, and I’ll come for you.//

Lenora’s heart accelerated. Black spots danced at the corners of her vision. The room spun, and she knew she would soon pass out. //I don’t know, my Tyrone. I was under a living death spell when I was carted away from the hospital. All I know is that I’m being held in a kind of jail cell with binding spells in place to keep my powers weak. I haven’t seen the light of day since I awoke and found myself in this hellhole. There is so much more to tell, things ye need to know, but I cannot hold on much longer. My strength is waning.//

//I will kill whoever did this to you. They will curse the day they slid through their mother’s loins and had the audacity to draw first breath!//

The ferocious growl in her loving wolf’s telepathic message cut through her soul. She knew beyond any doubt that Tyrone meant every single word he uttered. The Beast was dangerously close to the surface and would not be controlled once he learned of her whereabouts and who was responsible.

//Just know how much I love ye, my big, brave wolf. I love ye beyond anything.//

//And I love you, Lenora, with everything I am.//

Lenora’s stomach was now performing a gymnastics extravaganza of gargantuan proportion. She felt like she was going to hurl at any second. Her head pounded like a jackhammer. //Silver…bullets. Wolfman…he has…silver…bullets.// This was a vital piece of information Tyrone needed to know. She had time for a brief sigh of relief at successfully conveying this last bit of knowledge. As the blackness around her vision intensified, her awareness slipped farther away. In a last-ditch effort to remain coherent, she passed the fingers of her left hand over the sword and shield mark om her right hand, igniting the powerful protection of Drogo, the Supreme Alpha Wolf. “Great Drogo…I…need…ye. Please…aid me…in my…hour…of…need.” As the last of her reserves departed, Lenora was dimly aware of strong, otherworldly hands grabbing her just before she freefell into the black void of nothingness.

   Tyrone bellowed like a demon-possessed gorilla when the sense of his Lenora let go of him. The Wolf demanded immediate release, unhindered control, and Tyrone surrendered to his Wolf’s Dark Side. He wanted to kill, to rend. He wanted to rip apart his mate’s tormentors and send them straight to Hell. His Wolf’s Dark Side wanted blood. He could all but taste the coppery wetness lying upon his tongue. The Wolf was in the throes of True Rage.

Time seemed to whirl around the Wolf’s Dark Side at warp speed. At first, he was oblivious to the mental messages of his Sire reaching for him. //Tyrone, son, it is me, your Sire. You must stand down. You…must…stand…down! Harness your Dark Side and return to me, my son. Your Pack needs you.//

Deus’s strong but gentle imploring finally started to penetrate the Wolf’s fury. His Sire continued onward until a measure of Tyrone’s true nature rose back to the surface. At long last, the Wolf’s growls and howls eased enough for Tyrone to be able to convey understandable messages. The bond between Sire and son was rock solid. Deus could always feel when his son needed him, and this certainly was one of those times.

//Sire. I have news.//

//Yes, I thought as much. What has happened to enrage your Wolf so intensely?//

Tyrone projected to Deus both in words and pictures what had just transpired. //I had her, Dad. It was only for a brief time, but I truly had her with me. My Lenora has been weakened, her magic dampened. This cost Lenora such immense effort, and I fear she has passed out from the exertion of breaking through to reach me.// The Wolf growled, waves of new anger sizzling through his nerve endings. //I…will…pulverize…whoever…did this…to her,// Growls and snarls separated the words of his message.

//Do you know where she is, son?//

//No, Sire. I could not pinpoint her location, and Lenora doesn’t know where she is. She’s been locked in some cell since awakening from some kind of living death spell.// Again, the Wolf roared. //Sire, I want every inch of that grave inspected, and I want to know just who the hell we put into it. How can someone be so twisted and sick as to put us all through something like this?//

//We’ll get to the bottom of it, son. We will find the answers, and we’ll get Lenora back. I will let your mother know what is happening and speak with Mathilda and Liam. I’m certain we can get this exhumation order in effect a lot sooner than originally expected in light of what we now know. Hang in there, Tyrone, my son. All will soon be well, I am certain of it.//

//The kids, Sire. What in the name of Drogo do I tell the kids?//

//The truth, son. They need to know their mother is missing but that she’s alive. However, perhaps you should keep the exhumation plans close to the vest until after their birthday. Reveal what you feel they need to know and go from there.//

Deus’s presence was always such a comfort to Tyrone. Little by little, the tight fist of rage released itself from the Wolf’s heart, and Tyrone felt his human side’s presence beginning to subdue the feral wolf’s bloodlust. //Thank you, Sire, for helping me ground myself. I’m rather ashamed for losing control so completely.//

//No thanks needed, son. I will always be here for you. There is no shame, Tyrone. Your mate was taken from you in such a cruel, senseless way and is still being kept from you. You’ve been through an ordeal that would have killed many a wolf. I think the loss of control was bound to happen sooner or later,// Deus communicated. //At least now you know for certain, without any shadow of a doubt, that your Lenora is alive and out there somewhere. Your focus can now turn to locating her rather than mourning a death that never occurred. All will be well, son. You must believe that. I love you very much, Tyrone.//

//I love you as well, Sire. Thank you and goodbye for now.// Wolf Tyrone heaved a weary sigh once the telepathic connection ended. There was so much to process and figure out. There was still a lot he didn’t know, so much he needed to know before he could even begin to rescue his Lenora. Rescue her he would. Then, he would see to it that nobody would ever harm her again.

Author’s Note: Thank you to Poses by Bee / Stories by Bee for sharing her wonderful talent in creating wonderful poses for us to use. My stories wouldn’t be the same without them. In this chapter, I used poses from the sets Getting Sick and I’m Dizzy.