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Chapter 294 Rachel Was Stabbed
Lila’s POV
The walk to the parking lot felt like an eternity long. By the time we reached the lot and I saw my father
in the distance, it took everything I had not to run to him. But I think I was the one who was keeping
Becca from crumbling to the ground, so I remained by her side.
However, when I saw Enzo, my entire heart fell into the pit of my stomach.
His shirt was covered in blood.
“What happened to our mate?!” Val growled; I knew my eyes were probably glowing as my wolf fought
to take control.
Enzo met my eyes, and I knew he could see the worry in my eyes and the anxiety of my wolf. He
glanced down at his shirt with a frown and then back at my eyes, shaking his head slowly.
“It’s not my blood,” he said in a mindlink.
“Rachel’s?” I asked; even in my mindlink, my voice came out trembling.
“Yes and no,” he answered grimly.
He must have attacked her attacker.
Tears filled my eyes and I blinked to release them. I felt raw and numb all over. I looked at my father
who was watching me with remorse in his eyes. I had to stop walking because I thought I was going to
fall over.
Thankfully, my father met me the rest of the way, closing the gap between us and not only wrapping me
in a hug but including Becca as well.
We both melted in the arms of my father and sobbed as one unit. We were both so weak and I was
suddenly so tired.
“Who did this to her?” I asked, peering up at my father through my tear–filled eyes.
“The vampire dorm advisor, Roderick,” he answered grimly.
I couldn’t help the gasp that escaped my lips. I didn’t know much about Roderick; I know most called
him Rod. But from what I knew about him he was the youngest professor and advisor at this school. He
was also a hybrid, born from a vampire and a werewolf. He mainly kept to himself with the other
vampires, and he was also the blood lust professor.
Skylar spoke about him often and always cooed about how good–looking he was.
He was the type of teacher that his students loved because of his good looks, charm, intelligence, and
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He was very nice.
I have met him maybe once since I started attending this school, and he was very nice when we spoke.
1 don’t even remember what we spoke about, but I remembered being surprised by his niceness.
“I don’t understand…” I said, shaking my head. “Why would he want to hurt Rachel?”
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“Enzo saw her outside the boy’s dormitory with Rodrick standing over her with a dagger,” my father
went- on to explain.
I winced at his words, not wanting to imagine the scene.
“But there’s something else, Lila…” he continued, placing his hands on my shoulders and making me
look at him.
“What is it?” I asked him, my voice coming out unfamiliar.
“He confessed to the other murders too and framed Scott.”
I stepped away from it, too shocked for any sort of contact.
“What?” I breathed.
Becca let out a loud sob..
“He’s been taken to the jail for further questioning. But once we have more information, we are going to
release Scott,” he said, eyeing me carefully.
I glanced at Enzo who was staring at me with a strained look in his eyes. He met my eyes, and I knew
from that one look that there was something Enzo needed to say. But I also knew he didn’t want to say
it in front of anyone else other than me.
“Are you sure it was actually him?” I asked looking back at my father.
“He confessed,” my father answered.
“So did Scott,” I shot back, surprised by the force in my voice. “But he didn’t kill anybody.”
“It would make more sense for a vampire because of the blood loss in the other three victims,” my
father explained. “If Enzo hadn’t walked in when he did… it would have been too late for Rachel.”
I froze.
“She’s alive?” Becca whispered, looking at my father with huge eyes.
My father nodded, but only once and a bit hesitantly.
“She lost a lot of blood; it was a silver dagger and bears are a lot weaker, so she was injured badly.
They are doing what they can to save her,” he explained.
“We have to get to the hospital,” Becca said, her voice coming out a lot stronger.
She was right; we couldn’t just stand around when Rachel was alive and heading to the hospital as we
spoke. She was going to be alone and afraid; we had to go to her.
“Alpha Enzo will take you girls there,” my father assured us. “I need to stay here with Alpha Jonathan
and figure out the next steps.”
“Did Rod explain why he did this?” I asked, peering up at my father.
He shook his head sadly.
“Not yet,” he said, glancing at Enzo over his shoulder briefly before looking at me. “We didn’t really
have–a- chance to talk to him.”
I glanced at the blood on Enzo’s clothing, and I realized quickly what my father meant. Enzo must have
attacked Rod when he saw him standing over Rachel with the dagger. I felt a bit more relieved knowing
my mate wasn’t hurt, but I couldn’t imagine what he must have witnessed.
I was feeling sick to my stomach at the very thought of it.
“We are still going to keep this lockdown going until the end of the week,” Alpha Jonathan said to
Headmaster Prescott who grimly nodded her head.
I could tell she’s been crying too.
“We also need to speak with Eileen Carter, the dorm advisor. The fact that Rachel wasn’t in her room
and wandering around campus is unacceptable and someone needs to be held accountable for that.”
“It’s not Miss Carter’s fault,” I found myself saying quickly. “We all thought Rachel was in her dorm
room. We had no idea she left.”
“It’s your advisor’s job to know these things,” Alpha Jonathan said, narrowing his eyes at me.
“We think she snuck out the window,” Becca chimed in, wiping her face of her tears.
“We will investigate and find out exactly what happened,” Alpha Jonathan said firmly.
I turned to my father and dropped my voice to a whisper for only his ears.
“It wasn’t her fault,” I said to him. “Please make sure everyone knows that.”
I would hate if Eilleen Carter got in trouble for this. I’m not sure what happened and how Rachel
escaped or why she was even in the vampire den in the first place, but I know none of this was Miss
Carter’s fault.
Miss Carter looked so distraught and destroyed when she told us that Rachel got hurt. She loved this
job more than anything and she loved her students. If she could have prevented this, I know she would
have.
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and be with your friend.”
I nodded, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand as I took hold of Becca’s arm and pulled her along
with me to Enzo’s car across the parking lot.
The hospital always felt so grim whenever I entered the front doors. We were never here for good
reasons; the last time I was here it was because Rachel had tried to kill herself after her boyfriend
almost died in
that fire.
The irony of that situation is they aren’t even together anymore,
We were finally far enough away from the school and away from everyone else that I was finally able to
be comforted by my mate. As we sat in the waiting room, he wrapped his arms around me and allowed
me to
rest against him.
The doctors and nurses explained that Rachel was in surgery, and it would take them a few hours to
work- on her. We’ve been sitting in the waiting room for about an hour and with each passing moment, I
felt even sicker.
“How much longer do you think it’s going to take?” Becca asked, peering over at me and Enzo from her
seat.
There weren’t many in the waiting room and I was glad about that; we needed peace.
“Hopefully not much longer,” I said, sighing as leaned my head into the side of Enzo’s body.
“I’m going to make a phone call,” she said, standing to her feet. “I should update Brody.”
I nodded in agreement and watched as Becca made her way outside.
I looked up at Enzo who still had a troubled look in his eyes.
“What happened?” I asked, sitting up in the chair. “How did this happen?”
He met my eyes and my heart squeezed painfully in my chest.
“He had the same look as Scott did when he confessed to the murders,” Enzo said, grimly.
I wasn’t prepared to hear that, and it felt like the wind knocked out of me.
“You mean…” I tried to say, but my words fell short as he nodded.
“I don’t think Rod killed anyone… I don’t think he was himself.”
“So… whatever happened to Scott…” I began. “Is happening to Roderick.”
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