Chapter 3 : Revenge

Akira's POV

“You killed him!” Elara yells. She jerks off the bed and reaches for her phone.

“Ca-lm down Ela-ra, please, h-e h-e…” I stutter. My entire body trembles in fear as I stare at the horrific sight in front of me.

My husband's body was covered in his blood.

“I will record this and make sure it gets to the werewolf committee you bloody killer!” Elara exclaims with tears rushing down my cheeks.

I crawl away from Kaid's lifeless body. I did not kill him. It was an accident.

I try to wave off every depressing thought in my head. I need to get out of here, Elara is not bluffing. She will inform the Werewolf committee about this and I will be sent back to jail again.

No! I shake my head in disagreement. I refuse to return to that hell hole.

I rise to my feet and hold onto the wall for support.

“What are you doing? Guards!” Elara yells at the top of her voice.

I rush towards her, I pick up the bedside lamp and smash it on her head. Elara slumps to the floor and her eyes shut close.

I lean close to her to listen to her heartbeat.

I sigh in relief, she is still breathing.

I run a hand through my hair in frustration and glare at the window. I need to leave without alerting the guards.

I do not waste any more time. I jump through the window and land perfectly on the floor.

I tuck my hands into my pockets to hide my bloody hands. I slowly walk towards the front gate with a straight face.

I successfully make my way out of the pack house. I pick up my pace and start running.

I run far away from the Red Moon pack house, with no destination in mind.

With a heavy heart and a guilty mind. I flee.

Vincent's POV

I walk towards the large black gate. Numerous guards surround the entrance and it makes me wonder why.

Is Kaid really that special for a lot of guards to surround the pack house? I furrow my brows in confusion as I freeze right in front of the guards.

“Who are you?” One of them speaks up in a stern tone.

I raise my hand at him in mock surrender and mutter in a dry tone. “My name is Vincent and I am the brother to Kaid, the Alpha of the Red Moon pack,” I state.

The moment I mention Kaid's name, the guards cast a suspicious glance at each other. Something weird is going on.

They gather together and whisper something to each other before giving me a response. “Alpha Kaid is not home at the moment. He travelled with his wife for a vacation.”

I hold back the urge to burst into laughter. Kaid and vacations do not relate at all. Kaid is a busy Alpha, he has no time for a dumb vacation with his wife. I know they are lying to me.

Why are they lying though? Did Kaid ask them to lie?

“I am not stupid. Leave the way before I forcefully make you leave.” I sneer with a cold stare.

They do not look afraid of my threat. One of the guards walks closer to me and says through gritted teeth. “Leave now.”

I scoff. I clench my fist tight and swing it on his face. The guard staggers backwards in shock and groans in agony.

The other guards take their stance, ready to fight me. This is not going to be easy but I must see Kaid by all means.

Suddenly, the entrance gate creeps open wide and a familiar face steps out of the pack house and yells “Enough!”

The guards bow their heads at Roman's commanding presence. He is Kaid's right-hand man. I understand why he is treated with so much respect.

“Long time no see Vincent. What are you doing here?” He asks.

I roll my eyes at him and sigh heavily. “Are you going to keep me outside too? I just want to see my brother. How hard is that?” I groan in frustration.

“Wrong timing Vincent,” Roman mutters. He ushers me inside the pack house. I pause to shoot dagger glares at the guards before stepping inside.

The Red Moon pack house has not changed at all. It still looks exactly how it was ten years ago.

“What do you mean by wrong timing? Has Kaid travelled out of town for a vacation with his wife? I thought his wife was in prison.” I say with a small frown on my face.

“Is that what the guards told you?” Roman asks.

I nod my head in agreement. Roman turns to glare at me, he pauses to release a heavy sigh and place his hand on my shoulder.

“You are not going to like the news I am about to drop.” He mumbles.

“I can handle it,” I reply in a bored tone.

“Kaid, your brother is dead.” He blurts out.

My jaw drops and I stagger backwards in shock. Did he just say Kaid is dead? My brother? Dead? How? Why?

I gulp a lump down my throat and release a nervous chuckle. “Nice joke Roman. Where is Kaid?”

“I am serious Vincent. He is dead. Kaid died two days ago.” Roman repeats.

I mutter a cuss under my breath and pray to wake up from this horrible nightmare. I run a hand through my hair.

“How did this happen Roman?” I manage to say, my voice comes out as a mere whisper.

“Two days ago. His wife just got out of prison. She visited the pack house and murdered him.”

What? Kaid's wife murdered him?

Why does Kaid have horrible luck when it comes to meeting people? How could his wife stab him in the back by killing him?

“What did she want? What was her motive? Has she been caught?” I throw questions at Roman. He looks overwhelmed by all of this too.

“We are still in search for her.” Roman states.

I will find her. I will find Kaid's wife and make her pay for killing my brother.