To New Orleans (Part 1)

I was looking at Aaron, and somehow his opinion makes sense. Mystic blood works in close proximity with humans, because of how delicate their society and they are always in constant need of covering their existence.

“I mean, for example, in your case recently with your psychopath cousin, we have a pack member in every area of law enforcement and even in the military. They are the ones who helped us close your case.” Said Aaron again.

“So, you agreed that my parent probably killed and they makes it looks like an accident, right?” I asked him again.

Zephyr came and sat on the bed beside me. “Not probably, more like it was a homicide but being treated as an accident.”

“Now, we just need to find who’s the killer.” Said Elm to all of us. “We need the exact location and time, and I’ll ask our member in law enforcement to investigate this case.”

“I’m glad to hear this, I mean, knowing the truth would always be better than to make some foolish guess.” I was being genuine, I wanted to know the