<h4>Chapter 642: THE CELLS</h4>
Otto found himself going down the hallway and past arched corridors.
He didn’t care about the stares; all he wanted to do was get to Jasmine.
He couldn’t believe it!
Jasmine used of stealing?!
It made no absolute sense.
She was the sweetest girl he had ever met, anding from him, that was telling.
Otto rarely liked people.
He would snort, grumble, and ignore anyone.
Even when he was out studying astronomy, he hadn’t really cared about his colleagues.
Well, all except for one.
For one who somehow insisted on being his friend.
The fact was the same way Jasmine was.
Kind, gentle, and loving.
It was hard even to think she had stolen something.
He could sell the foul y from afar.
How did Rose even let this happen?
Especially from this supposed daughter of Scarlett.
It was too much for him.
His face squeezed as he headed down the cells.
He hadn’t been here in five years, but he knew any pack would have its cells underground.
The exact opposite of him staying upstairs.
All packs were strict on their cells until their prisoners had been shipped into the main prison facilities.
The dreaded <i>Wolf</i><i>Abide</i> prison.
Otto shivered at the mere mention of the name.
It was the worst ce to be, and with good reason.
He also knew that severing one’s eyes and having them eat it, before they were finally shipped off to Wolf Abide, was the punishment for stealing in the royal pack.
The eyes because they had to take away the eyes that made you greedy.
The hands because they had to take away what made you finally pick up and steal.
It was a cruel fate that didn’t care whether you were a she wolf, he wolf, mage or whatever.
Everyone had to face it.
And the worst part was getting to the prison where fate was so cruel no one ever came out alive to tell the tale.
He shook his head as he headed down the prison hallways.
As he descended into the now dark tunnels he finally came across the guards
A guard stepped forward instantly blocking his path.
"State your purpose-
"Move," Otto growled.
The guard stiffened, his wolf instinctively bowing to the madness that lingered inside Otto like a dormant storm.
Otto knew that the guard could sniff his own rabid wolf and was now whimpering in fear.
In a way it was a blessing and curse.
His wolf could easily go out of control and run insane.
No one wanted toe around him.
But sometimes, especially in situations like these, his wolf would prevent people from messing with him.
They feared him and in this case, Otto liked it.
Took it to his advantage, so he prodded his wolf a bit and his energy became overwhelming.
The guard knew better not wanting to be beaten and made to turn rapid.
"You know what I am." Otto said getting closer to the guard and growling. "And you know what I can do to you."
The guard who was buff and muscr should have not been intimidated.
But there was no cure for a rapid wolf.
Even if it was teeny tiny bite.
He took a step back and said. "You can’te in."
Otto growled and took another step when another guard came in.
"Woah what’s going on here." The guard growled.
Otto turned around and saw it was his friend, Beta Kemp.
"Otto!" He said his eyes lighting up in excitement.
Otto himself was pleased to see him.
Kemp walked up to him and gave him a sophisticated hug.
"Sweet Goddess." Kemp said once he let go and looked all over Otto. "You decided toe down ? Why? Did the goddess personallye down to beg you?"
Otto a gave a heartyugh. "Even she wishes that could happen."
Kemp put his hands on his waist. "I don’t see you for five years and boom you’re standing here before me. Sweeet Goddess!"
"I thought you would have moved on from this ce." Otto said with surprise.
Thest time he had seen Kemp, Kemp said he wanted greener grass.
"And I thought you had probably abandoned us here." Kemp said sarcastically.
Otto gave a light shrug. "Well I guess life doesn’t go the same way we expect it to huh?"
Kemp looked down at his feet. "Yeah I guess i can say the exact same thing too."
And then Kemp turned to the second guard and pointed at Otto. "Hey. This is Otto. The best Astronomer that ever lived. We have a celebrity in our midst."
The other guard was ring at him , big shading the same enthusiasm with Kemp. "I don’t like mad dogs."
He didn’t flinch as the guard spat venomously at his feet.
It wasn’t the first and it most definitely wouldn’t be thest time someone threw such insults at him.
"Hey hey hey." Kemp said raising his hands and standing in between the both of them. "You will take that back and apologize to him."
The guard’s eyes turned sharply to him and red with detest. "I would never do such a thing."
Kemp started to growl at him but he rose up my hand and intervened.
"Hey it’s fine." Otto said to both men and then he turned to Kemp. "I’m used to it."
Kemp red at the guard before turning to Otto. "What can I do for you?"
Otto took in a very dee breath.
"There is someone I need to see." Otto stated. "She came in a few hours ago. Her name is Jasmine."
Kemp rose a brow. "The Queen’s prisoner?"
Otto nodded.
Kemp didn’t see certain. "I don’t know how that’s going to work Otto."
Otto closed his eyes and managed to say. "Please."
He never used that word.
Hated to.
Made him feel vulnerable and wrong.
Then he continued. "Just a few minutes. I had no idea she had been brought in here and it’s just a lot to handle right now."
Kemp seemed deep in thought.
"You owe me." Otto reminded and it was true.
Kemp did owe him.
Kemp sighed and straightened up. "See this as my debt being paid."
He opened the door that led to the cell.
"You can’t be letting him." The other guard said in disbelief.
"Yes I am." Kemp snapped. "And you might as well tell me if the Queen instructed her to not have visitors."
The guard said nothing and then Kemp snorted. "So I thought."
He turned to Otto with a nod. "Go in."