Chapter 13: What do you mean?

ZADOK Pick her up! Pick her up!  My mind yelled at me, and like a possessed person, I walked towards Ithra with that goal in mind.  Probably scared by what happened, she leans into her person but I wasn't deterred. I picked her up like a pack of cards and immediately made my way out, leaving behind a pack of bowed wolves in my wake.  As I stepped through the people, carrying her bridal style, my eyes caught an unconscious wolf by the corner with a knife to the chest.  My blood boiled, knowing exactly who had perpetuated that act. My eyes connected with Ithra's and my hold around her tightened.  With clenched jaws, I walked past the body, sending a note to Azriel to take the impaled wolf to the pack doctor while I led Ithra to the prison till I knew exactly what to do with her.  We got to the prison and I dumped her on the floor. “Lock her up. No food or water until I say otherwise.” I ordered one of the guards who immediately dragged her away with a snarl.  I watched Ithra struggle to