Lawrence took a deeper look at the picture that was presented to him. “I know he was killed by her driver," he said. He was becoming furious; he threw the file on the floor in anger. “I fucking know someone died at the scene; all I want to know is who sent him,” he yelled at them. He was getting pissed off and angry as a result of all that was happening; he needed to control himself though because all of the wolves were surprised by his outburst, and he noticed this.He had to be in their good books to get the best result from them concerning this investigation, so the feeling of comforting himself in their presence came upon him, and he had no choice but to mask all of his frustration.“What more did you find?” he asked Maxwell calmly, who was staring at him, surprised at his outburst, but he was there to serve Lawrence, so for sure Lawrence was going to get a response.“We picked up his phone from the police, and we are going to run some checks on it also to find out all of the p
Camilla wasn't having a good time with them anymore;; she was now concerned about Lawrence, and his troubles now seemed to be her major concerns.. AmidstAmidst her thoughts about Lawrence, her phone rang,rang, snapping her off her thoughts..She quickly picked it up to give the caller a listening ear.. She was moved by the fact that Lawrence was the one calling, and coinciding with the fact that she was also thinking about it, she didn't hesitate before answering.“The pack's future lies in your hands now,now, Camilla,” Lawrence said amid his efforts to still woo Camilla into the decision to come to the mansion..“I will be on my way shortly,” she replied without giving it much thought anymore. She dropped her phone into her bag, then stated:. “We will be on our way to the mansion now." now." LookingLooking at Mira and George as she spoke,Britney,Britney, after getting her head wrapped around what Camilla had just said, replied,, “I would go with you;; I don't trust those guys;; I w
Lawrence snapped himself out of all that Bella had just said to him; he didn't want to waste much time thinking of things that wouldn't aid his victory in the coming war anymore. If the reunion of his family were to be a light in their path to winning the war, then that should occupy his mind..His low level of interest in the affairs of Bella became evident as he quickly moved his gaze away from her, saying loudly to the hearing of everyone in the room: “Shall we proceed with every necessary rite so the moon goddess can smile at us?”He knew he would piss a couple of people off with this statement, but he didn't care, and giving any explanations for this wasn't a thing that was on his list.“We shall all proceed to the open field now for the rites to go,” the mouthpiece of the moon goddess said, directing them to move outside the house. They followed his instructions, and without hesitation, they all began to troop outside the mansion.There were opening of eyes as all of their face
All eyes were riveted on the doctor as he worked, his every move capturing the room’s collective breath and sight.His gestures towards Lawrence were magnetic, drawing every gaze.“We need privacy,” Lawrence declared loudly, his voice cutting through the tension. He gestured towards the door with a decisive wave for them to depart.One by one, everyone began filing out. Lawrence approached Britney and, speaking softly, said, “Make sure the kids are safe.” Britney nodded, gathering Mira and George, and they exited, leaving only Lawrence, the mouthpiece, and the doctor in the room.Camilla lay on the bed, eerily still. Lawrence’s frustration was palpable as he watched the doctor’s methodical examinations.“I don’t see anything wrong with her.” The doctor’s words seemed to defy the urgency of the situation.Lawrence’s face was twisted in disbelief. “Something is clearly wrong!” He stepped closer to Camilla, his voice rising in desperation. “Look at her! Does she look okay to you? Do somet
“I said, get away from her,” the mouthpiece commanded, his voice sharp and unyielding. Lawrence hesitated, his feet rooted to the spot as if the weight of the situation had turned him to stone. He took some steps backwards after some seconds of realizing what the mouth was saying. The mouthpiece wasted no time, striding directly to where Camilla lay motionless on the bed. With a swift glance, he placed a hand on her forehead, his expression tightening. Lawrence remained nearby, his gaze locked on the mouthpiece’s every move, a mix of fear and hope gnawing at his insides.“Her temperature is dangerously high,” the doctor murmured to the mouthpiece, urgency lacing his words. “We need to act immediately.”But the mouthpiece, focused and unwavering, barely acknowledged the doctor’s concerns. His attention was entirely on Camilla; his touch was gentle yet deliberate as he continued his assessment.“We don’t have much time,” the mouthpiece finally said, his voice carrying a gravity that se
"Whose side are you on, Grandma?" Luke asked as she approached him, walking briskly in his direction, his voice barely concealing the tension beneath.The rest of the crowd had fallen silent, their gazes darting between Luke and the imposing mansion, its doors closed tight as if guarding the secrets within. Some stood frozen, caught between the duty of following the orders that the doctor had laid out for them and the curiosity gnawing at them."Do you think I've chosen sides between you two?" His grandmother replied, her voice calm but carrying an edge that hinted at deeper layers of thought.Luke held her gaze, the weight of unspoken words pressing down on him. "Do you have to choose a side?" he asked, his voice quieter now, almost pleading. A soft smile played on her lips as she answered, "Let's focus on the present, Luke. There are more pressing matters to discuss. My choice won’t even change what’s destined to happen when the full moon rises, which would determine the fate of th
Desmond's voice was steady, but there was an edge to it as he spoke into the phone."I haven't received the full payment for the job I did for you," he said, his words hanging in the air. On the other end, Bella barely paid attention, her mind elsewhere, absorbed in the thrill of Camilla's downfall. She had just stepped out of the doctor's presence, leaving the sterile, suffocating atmosphere behind to join Jane. The two of them, united by a shared smile at what the doctor said to her, revelled in the latest news.Bella’s lips curled into a satisfied smile, the kind that could only come from knowing your enemy was on the brink of destruction. Camilla's condition was dire, a fact Bella savoured like fine wine; she was pleased to the stars about what the doctor had shared with her, and hiding this feeling seemed impossible. Death seemed inevitable for Camilla, a fate Bella had already celebrated in her heart. To her, it wasn’t just a matter of if—she knew that Camilla’s spirit was a
“You don't have to worry; she will be fine.” Britney tried to make Mira, who was already crying because of the whole situation, calm. Mira surely knew that her mother wasn't in a good state before they left Lawrence’s chambers; she was sure that as they left their mom in the chambers, everything wasn't alright with her.I don't want anything to happen to Mom. Britney said, as tears were still rolling down her cheeks,Forever stood by the side and watched as Britney tried to make Mira feel better. He also knew everything, but he had decided to remain calm.Grandma's flabbergasted state at what their eyes met when they entered the chambers couldn't be hidden; she exclaimed loudly with shock, which made the mouthpiece turn his face away from Camilla and Lawrence and look at them as she and Luke both entered the room.She sprinted immediately to the floor and grabbed Camilla’s body.“What is wrong with them?” she asked the mouthpiece immediately as she started shaking Camilla and Lawrenc
Even with the sunshine streaming through the window illuminating the tiles, the hospital room appeared to be freezing.Camilla laid her back on the thin pillows behind her, feeling self-conscious in the poorly woven hospital gown.Her arms were rendered immobile to her body by the metal cuffs whose edges had been tenderising her skin. The sound of chains rattled softly as she moved, trying to get into a position that was not too cramped within the confines.However, her focus was nowhere near her physical discomfort. She was exonerated for poisoning Bella's son.However, her suffering was not finished. Bella’s schemes had left emotional as well as physical scars on her.Camilla hadn’t finished the struggle, however. Her name remained sullied, and there were people in the pack, and even more so in the elders, who were not ready to absolve her.They wanted her to be put away until everyone was sure that there was nothing to be apprehensive about. Lawrence was trying to resist but it was
The sound of machines in the hospital filled the room where Camilla was, still a bit weak but recuperating.She was connected to an IV and had her wrists bandaged due to the straps that had restrained her to the bed—reminders of the fact, that needless to say, she was still considered a criminal and a patient at the same time.The grey hospital gown had been too oversized for her body. There was no mistaking the patience strength in her eyes, the vividness of life that once inhabited her can only be remembered.But Lawrence transcended. He stood next to her bed with his broad shoulders drooping, bloodshot eyes bearing the evidence of sleepless nights.His hand was just above hers, wanting to hold her hand but scared at the prospect of hurting her more.The vow he made to her was that he would bring her justice and that was one vow he would keep. But being here in this common room, looking at her wasting away from a fictitious story, every single second was a shame that he could not es
The heavy door of the female prison traced a long sound down the dark corridor.Camilla sat on the hard, cold mattress, looking at the wall in search of the clusters in it.She had become used to this solitary confinement, this waiting that went for hours in this agonisingly silent place, to the thinking that after all her efforts, it was Bella’s betrayal that would ruin her.Yet deep down, it was not only fear. There was something else. Lawrence was on the warpath. He had sworn an oath to resolve the matter and extricate her from this predicament.There was no option but to endure. However, the fear about the impending threat that had been increasing over the past few days would not go away, even if Camilla wanted it to.The other female prisoners had started to gossip about something different. They would look at her sometimes with suspicion; now, that look seemed more calculated. The security men, too appeared sharper, more alert. Something was in the offing. She could sense it.As
Bella paced around her hospital room and attempted to bite the urge to panic that was building up in her system.She was in the bathroom of Frank's room thinking of how Lawrence had approached her that morning.Frank, on the other side, was not helping her, as he was clenching his jaw, making it difficult for her to ignore the tension building up in her chest.Things were going south, and the efforts of the lawyer representing Lawrence were making the situation worse every moment.She had thought that she could turn the tables—contain the situation the way she always did. Lawrence’s doggedness in wanting to lick Camilla’s accusation clean even the further it was from her was slowly but surely tearing her apart.The lawyer was a brilliant and unbending executioner who had been pricking her for weeks.Bella had not taken him very seriously, as she thought that he would eventually give up on finding any truth. But she did not expect this level of meticulousness. He was starting to dig up
Lawrence perched himself on the edge of the hospital bed, his fingers playing a drumroll along the cold metallic edge. He was cosy in deep thoughts, yet his brain was tyranny, struck with several thoughts at the same time. The young boy who was his child, was unconscious in the hospital, and so many devices were attached to his tiny form. Every beep, every breath, was painful to hear, breaking the heavy silence in the room, indicating the seriousness of the matter.Moreover, there had been additional problems concerning Frank which even the doctors could not explain. The only plausible explanation had been the poison theory up until that point. At least until the head researcher on Frank's case, Dr Nolan had wanted to speak to him privately.Embarrassingly enough, every sensation caused in him was mixed with tension. The chilling thought of Camilla tortured him. She was in a prison cell, waiting for her turn to be acquitted of the charges of poisoning Frank. It had all been Bella’s tr
At the moment her heels clicked on the ground, and the enormous boughs of metal gates crashed behind her, panic coursed through Camilla. The implacable ambience of the barricade encased her in a thick layer of mist.She heard her footsteps bouncing off the walls in the long stretch that had steel-barred cells on all sides. The other occupant who was being brought in looked at her with a fierce intensity that signalled annoyed, hollow, and accusing silence.The door was opened by the guards and she made to come in. Camilla avoided eye contact with her because she looked like trouble.Hours passed, and she was still hearing them constantly bickering about her poisoning a child.She had to remind herself that this was not true. It was a horrible fiction, one that she found herself accusatory burning into the present time because of Bella's machinations.For having allegedly attempted to poison Bella's child, Camilla had lost her freedom and her self-respect.Now, stuck in the exhausted ex
At the moment her heels clicked on the ground, and the enormous boughs of metal gates crashed behind her, panic coursed through Camilla. The implacable ambience of the barricade encased her in a thick layer of mist.She heard her footsteps bouncing off the walls in the long stretch that had steel-barred cells on all sides. The other occupant who was being brought in looked at her with a fierce intensity that signalled annoyed, hollow, and accusing silence.The door was opened by the guards and she made to come in. Camilla avoided eye contact with her because she looked like trouble.Hours passed, and she was still hearing them constantly bickering about her poisoning a child.She had to remind herself that this was not true. It was a horrible fiction, one that she found herself accusatory burning into the present time because of Bella's machinations.For having allegedly attempted to poison Bella's child, Camilla had lost her freedom and her self-respect.Now, stuck in the exhausted e
Camilla was in prison. How could all this have happened so fast? First, it was that room where they interrogated her, and the next thing she knew, she landed in a cell.It still couldn't fully get into her head what had happened. It was like an Andy Warhol painting facade of surrealness that would eventually take the form of reality when she was out of it with her sanity intact.A moment before, Camilla had stood in front of the door to her cell as it creaked open under the command of the guard's key.The guard himself didn't say a word.Once she was inside, the heavy door slammed shut with a loud click.Saying nothing, he turned and walked away. If her cell was an inch shorter, she wouldn't be able to stand in it. The only furniture was a steel toilet, while the only lighting came from one window made of thick iron.Camilla sat down on the bed and put her head in her hands. She did not cry. Lawrence would rescue her; he had to do that. He had promised her thus.Hours had passed after
Camilla sat on the chair where she was left alone after Lawrence had gone. She could hear the guards talking from the other side. But the only thing that came to her mind was how all of these happened. It was just a beautiful morning, in less than twenty-four, and she was accused of murder. A child murder.The accusation against her was so sudden that she had no idea what was going on. “Poison?” The word left her mouth and she thought of how she could even get a hold of one“Poisoning a child?”It was unimaginable to her.Yet, here she was. In jail. Accused of something so despicable. It made her feel sick.She rubbed her hands all over her face trying to breathe. Everything wasn't going her way at all.“Who?” she whispered. . “Who could have possibly done this?”She racked her brain, thinking of every moment leading up to the incident. He was fine. Then she served him his food along with Gia and George. He began to have a seizure.She knew she was in big trouble. Everything seemed