My mother returned to her coven for a while and three days later, a bottle similar to the vanishing bottle arrived. I went to Killian with it and in a few days, a trial was ready. Before the Hawkes knew what hit them, the entire kingdom had heard the name Scarlett Hawke; the evil woman who tried to
The trial proceeded when the judge called everyone back to order. Scarlett frowned as if it was the first time she stood on the other side of the people’s favour. It may be. She was always the beloved daughter of Alpha Hawke, the future Luna Queen and at a point, the next Alpha of Dark Moon pack. No
Two days later, we attended the trial again but this time, Scarlett was escorted in after we were all seated. We heard from the poison experts as soon as the session started and the verdict was as predicted. The poison could not be identified but it proved deadly when tested and it was the same as t
“I have nothing to do with a daughter like you.” I frowned. Even though I knew Scarlett outlived her relevance to Hawke, I still expected him to cover for her to save his face. Whether or not he cared about his daughter did not matter but her being taken away as a criminal put a stain on his image –
“It’s no secret that I was the family eyesore,” he muttered with the same dry chuckle as earlier. “My father hated me, after all, it was easier for him to blame me than it was to blame himself. He wanted to get rid of me and Scarlett gave him the opportunity to.” I knew he had a history with Scarle
Were the Hawkes deranged? How could the pair be so despicable and shameless? “Despite that,” I hissed in annoyance. “What sort of father does that to his son?” “My father was –“ he paused to choose his words, “unremarkable.” I blinked in surprise. “His leadership was lax, he cared more about women
“There’s trouble.” It was Victoria that first alerted me to the dangers ahead. “What is it?” I asked, half-heartedly listening to what she had to say. There were stacks of invitations on my desk, newspapers I had no time to look through and tea that had long gone cold. “It’s your – Hawke,” she pau
“No,” I cut her off. “Don’t say the best we can do is hide.” I shook my head, pressing my lips together. “How long do you think I can hide? For the rest of my life? Would I need to give up my identity? Wear a new face as you do? Cut off from everyone I know and love? Do you think I want to give up t