♧Chapter four; HOW PERFECT♧

Most she-wolves always look forward to the hunt, while the ambitious ones whimsically dreamt of becoming Luna. Either way, the girls loved the festivity, the thrill, the feeling of hiding while your heart beat loudly in your ears, keeping still, until your nose catches a scent and you hear the sound of paws approaching. So no wonder how it's just twelve fifteen yet the pack house is surrounded by she wolves.

The moment Ian and the girls arrived at their destination, Antara couldn't contain herself. She was in awe of her surroundings. The pack house is just as it was when she last visited it for the annual Selene feast; elegantly reposed at the fore of the forest, eclectic, colossal and intimidating. On the other hand, her sister's assessment of her surroundings was rather flippant. Yes, she admired the mighty structure in front of her, yes, she was a fan of the beautiful field spread out on the right side of the structure -where the guards trained, of course she loved the mountains in the distance, that when viewed from the road seemed as though they were right behind the pack house. The pack house wasn't fenced neither did it have a gate, it was just there, surrounded by nature. A vertical concrete road led to it and right in front of it was the bronze statue of a scary looking wolf whose mouth will forever remain wide open showcasing harmful canines. It stood tall with it's right paw in the air. June admired all these but she's used to it.

They lingered some moments longer with their dad in the car before stepping out. They sauntered to the crowd of she wolves gathered just outside the pack house. The doors weren't open yet. So everyone waited, chattering and laughing. It was during the wait that the Gilbert sisters were greeted with an unexpected brown skinned face that held a most excited grin.

"June!!" Palmer squealed. June gasped, short of words. How long has it been? Two years? Alas, here, right in front of her, stood her high school best friend, Palmer Holton. Palmer's plump frame gathered June in a reunion embrace. Antara joined in the embrace.

"June? oh my God, I'm so happy right now, look at Tara, lord, how did she get so tall?!" Palmer's lashes fluttered as she blinked rapidly. Her dark brown hair fell in waves that framed her round face.

"I must say Palmer, I never expected to see you here," June stated.

Palmer chortled, "You can't blame me, I got so tired and bored of being single, I had to help myself."

Antara giggled, such a pitchy yet genuine sound it was, "While I had to force June to help herself!"

"Nah, June is an independent woman, ever contended with herself."

June shook her head, "And your not, huh?"

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A blond, slender figure clad in a red exotic dress and jewellery to match, strode alongside Jason in the direction of the underground dungeon out back.

"Let them in and have the servants serve them in the big room," Jason instructed, his hands in his pockets.

"And the males?" The lady asked.

"The den, serve them in the den."

The lady nodded and halted, in order to go back and carry out her alpha's orders.

"I trust you can handle things Almira, I'll be right back."

His jet black footwear made clicking noises with the marble floor until he was outside. He advanced towards the cabin at the backyard where George was waiting for him.

"Finally," George commented while leading the way, "They both haven't said a word since I got them. William said they're names are Timon and Zack, apparently he's met them before." He pulled open a door on the floor of the cabin, revealing a stairway that led underground. "So what are you going to ask them?"

"Nothing, for now, I just want to see them."

And that he did, the moment he got to the end of the stairway, walked the dimly lit corridor between two rows of empty and occupied cells till he got to cell B17. Both rogues were locked up in the same cell. They looked awfully calm and composed. William dutifully introduced them to Jason and Jason observed them. Timon had black hair that was spiky, his sunken black eyes gave him a grave look and he's cheekbones were over pronounced. He was tall, but taller not Jason. Zack however, was a short, sturdy, bald man. So bald his head shone. His eyes seemed too big for his head and his lips chapped. A golden stud glinted on both earlobes.

"Gorah probably sent them." Jason mumbled.

George nodded, "I think so too."

Alpha Gorah Timbers, ruler of the rogue pack nearest to the Eclipse.

Jason said nothing to the rogues, just assessed them and ambled away. Next stop, he's mother's chambers.

Regina was busy writing in her journal when she heard the knock on the door. She knew who was on the other side of the door and she uttered a soft 'come in' but she didn't stop writing. Her paragraphs an indecipherable mess. She never went to school so fifty percent of her spellings were wrong. The sentences a tight chain of capital and small letters. She was on her bed, a pillow on her lap, her journal on the pillow. Her sleek black hair fell over face as her neck was angled downward. She didn't look up till Jason uttered a soft; "mother,"

"Son," She is a pretty woman in her mid-fifties, with a subtle smile that didn't reach her sky blue eyes, eyes that radiated loneliness. She still grieved over Bennett. She tapped the bed beside her for her son to come sit.

Jason sat, "How are you?"

"I look good, don't I?"

Jason nodded.

"Tell me you've had breakfast"

Jason smiled warmly, "I have."

A moment of silence passed, then;

"Any progress?" She asked, referring to the on-going investigation. She seldom interfered in the investigation but the few times she did, Jason was ever ready to fill her in.

He began with a sigh, "Not really, intact I see no progress in sight. I fear we may never find father's murderers. They left zero clues, but we won't stop trying. By tomorrow we will pay Alpha Gorah a visit."

"Why?" Her eyes held his.

"George caught two members of his pack trespassing. We suspect he sent them."

"Do you think their trespassing has anything to do with the murder?"

"Honestly, I don't know. But I'll definitely have a chat with them."

"You should let them go if they have nothing to do with the murder?"

"And how would we know if they have anything with the murder or not? We can't take their word for it."

Regina searched her son's eyes, no, she was trying to read them. He was sounding like her late mate and she didn't like it. But she let it slide. And when he leaves, she'll pray, she'll pray to the moon goddess for her son, that he finds his mate, and that she'll be loving, obedient, and intelligent, that she'll be a perfect companion for her son, she'll love her son, she'll assist him, she'll help maintain order and unity in the pack.

Silence enveloped the room for several minutes.

But Jason later broke it, "On a scale of one to ten mother, how much do you miss father?"

She smiled, "fifty!" She said without missing a beat. "He was my mate, I feel empty without him."

"He was a complicated man though,"

"Still, he was my mate, sure I didn't always understand him," she had this dreamy look in her eyes as she spoke.

"Nobody did,"

"George did, despite their many fights."

"Remember that time he had George thrown into the dungeon?" Jason said with an amused glint in his eyes.

Regina couldn't help but laugh. Her laughter was short and light. "But then you intervened... you know, that was the day I knew you would make a perfect alpha."

Jason tried not to snort at that. He hasn't even been alpha for more than two weeks and he was already falling apart. How perfect!