Chapter 16

                                    

                                          

Kimmon POV
My eyebrows furrow as Copter goes rigid next to me and Ethan dashes towards the Isaac's chair.  What is going on?  
Just as Ethan swings the chair around, it hits me like a sledgehammer.  Isaac has done something.  Then the copper scent of blood tickles past my nose and my stomach sinks.  He surely wouldn't do something stupid to make Copter heel him.  Right?
I have my answer in the next second as the chair swivels around and Isaac comes into full view.  He is slightly slumped over in his chair, unconscious, with a dagger stuck in his stomach.  Blood pours out of him and onto his lap.  
Red.  All I can see is red.  
He is testing Copter, but he could die from this stunt.  Not to mention, it would put a harsh light on our investigation.  Shit!  We can't jeopardize it.  
I quickly pull out my phone and start recording everything.  
Ethan nudges the alpha's shoulder.  "Alpha!  What have you done?  Wake up."
My fingers grip tighter against the edge of my phone.  
Bas and Copter stay standing next to me as Bas calmly asks, "You better call a pack doctor to get here soon.  By the smell in the air, the blade is made of silver."
Ethan glances over his shoulder at us.  Panic and confusion swirl in his eyes as he stammers, "What?  No.  It can't be.  You need to help him."
My lip twitches upward into a sneer as I keep my focus on my phone of the video.  Bas grunts, "What are we supposed to do?  We aren't doctors."
The tension in the room builds as Ethan stares at us for a moment.  He looks at Copter in disbelief for a moment before he turns back to Isaac, who is growing paler with each passing second.  He shakes his head and grunts, "Whatever."  
I make a quick mental note to not attend anymore meetings with these jerks without recording every little second of it.  I'm sure Bas and Copter have something we can use, but this little stunt shows us exactly what they are capable of doing.  We should have realized it before.  
Ethan grabs the dagger, but instantly screams, "OW!"  He yanks his hand back and looks down at his bright red palm.  
Not only is the blade silver, but apparently the whole thing is.  Isaac isn't going to miss a beat with any of this.  
Copter points his finger to the corner of the desk where a white towel is draped over the edge.  "Use that cloth.  You are going to burn yourself otherwise and pull the dagger from his stomach as fast as you can.  The wound won't heal if you don't get the blade out of him.  Then, depending on how deep it is, you may still need to call the pack doctor.  Don't waste any time, though.  The sooner the better."
I can't miss Copter's slightly elevated voice, which is his only sign right now of how mad he is besides the heat radiating off of him.  
Ethan nods and grabs the towel and carefully, but very quickly, pulls the dagger out of Isaac.  Blood oozes down Isaac's shirt and onto his pants, while it also drips off the end of the dagger.  
My wolf growls and claws at the front of my mind.  A part of me wants to let him take over, but I know I can't.  Last night, I made a promise to myself.  I won't leave the idiots alone once the information has been turned over to the counsel.  They will get my full fury then, one way or another.  
The beta glances back over his shoulder at us while he puts his hand on the wound.  His gaze stops on me, and he narrows his eyes and hisses, "What are you doing, Alpha Kimmon?  I need help to get Alpha Isaac over to the couch."