***Scarlett***The hall had turned into chaos. Alpha Westby wasn't the gentle man he appeared to be in front of his pack. His patience was running out as he couldn't deal with his daughter's defiance any longer. "No, father. Please don't push me." "Why don't you want to listen to her?" Bryan asked , his tone firm. "She's right about how I don't have feelings for her. I love Scarlett." "You kids think you know better than your elders or parents." He pulled ingrid towards him. "Love isn't everything. Some things are not as they seem." "Father!" Ingris yelled in pain, holding her arms. "I'm not going to marry Bryan.""You must!""I won't. You were there that night." Ingrid faced her father with so much defiance in her eyes. Alpha Westby's eyes flickered. "What are you talking about?" "You know what you did to Bryan's pack. You and the Alpha of the Foss and the Anderson pack planned on wiping out the Haaland." My heart pounded in my chest. I couldn't believe what Ingrid was saying
***Scarlett*** His growl was low. With the rising and falling movement of his chest, I knew what was to come: an outburst, for sure. "Shut up and listen to me! You must do as I say," My father, Alpha Ashley Anderson yelled at me. "Protecting this pack is my responsibility, Scarlett." He stared at me with cold blue eyes. It felt like I was being shot with hot laser beams. "As my daughter, protecting our pack is your responsibility too." "But…we…we can do that without you marrying me off to Evans Foss." I cried. This has to be the worst day of my life. There's no doubt about it. My father rarely gets mad at me but today he's resorting to yelling to make me see sense in what he's saying. "This marriage must happen. I don't need to remind you that the Foss pack is the strongest pack in all of Bergen," A crease formed on his forehead. "We need them. I have no son who will be Alpha after me. As my only child and daughter, the safety of this pack rests on your shoulders now." My fat
***Bryan*** I leaned close to the wall to take a close view. My prey had just stepped out of Lois Wold's house. They appear to be having an argument of some sort. Today must be my lucky day! Killing Alpha Ashley's daughter will put more fear in them. I've been chasing the unimportant members of the Anderson pack since I started my hunt. I had my eleventh kill last week. I know the Andersons are scared but it's Alpha Ashley that I desperately want to see in pain. Taking his daughter away from him will be the onset of his misery. That pretty wife of his will die at my hands too. I'll destroy his businesses, take everything away from him, just like he took everything away from me. When I'm done with him, if his misery doesn't end him, I'm left with no choice but to finish him off. After I'm done with the Andersons, those cunning bastards, the Foss pack, are next! I continued to follow Lois and her friend closely from behind, watching as they walked slowly down the illumina
***Bryan*** Alpha Westby just concluded an emergency meeting in the Mo packhouse. He's concerned about the killings that have been taking place in Silvercrest Range. The two recent bodies found were from the Foss pack. "Bryan, wait behind," he ordered. "I'd like a word with you." I nodded and maintained my seat. I wondered what he wanted to talk about. Perhaps it was about the succession ritual. He rubbed my shoulder from behind giving me a gentle squeeze. "Hope you're warming up." "Do I need to warm up?" A raspy laugh escape my throat. "Well, I think you need to." He sat down to face me. "Silvercrest Range is currently going through some shit. Someone is out to get everyone. At first I thought it's just the Andersons. Now the Foss are being hit too." "I've told you many times not to worry, Westby. We are the Mo pack," I whispered. "Nobody will dare touch us." Westby's eyebrow furrowed. He's surprised by my words obviously. "Why are you so confident that we aren't the next
***Bryan*** "Jensen! Where are you off too?" I called out to my friend as I watched him hurry along the sidewalk. "What's up, Bryan?" he asked. "Lois is going for a condolence visit. I just thought I should tag along." I haven't heard news of any death within our territory. "Who died?" "I don't know. Curtis asked if I wanted to tag along. He said Lois' friend lost her father a few minutes ago." "Huh. That's sad." Jensen pointed at a car heading our way. "Aha. Here they come. You can ask them." The car stopped right in front of us. Curtis and Lois stepped out and bowed their heads to greet me. Almost everyone greets me that way now. It will take some time for me to get used to it. As the soon-to-be Alpha, some of the respects an Alpha gets are already being extended to me. My gaze was on Lois. "Jensen told me you're going for a condolence visit. Who died?" "Scarlett lost her dad. Alpha Ashley Anderson is dead." "What?"I yelled. Lois wasn't looking good. "Scarlett call
***Scarlett*** I'm still in shock. It's only been twenty-four hours since the incident. It's been confirmed that my father, Alpha Ashley Anderson was killed. His drink was poisoned. Whoever my father had a meeting with has a hand in this. The bad news is no one knows who my father met. Many said he was alone in his office sorting some documents but had no idea who came to see him. Evans thinks the wandering killer has finally succeeded in striking my father. That's what everyone in Silvercrest Range calls the killer now; the wandering killer. I don't want to argue with him but this is too easy. The killer wouldn't have gained access into my father's working chambers without help from the inside. The elders of the pack say an investigation will be carried out to ascertain if this was the work of the wandering killer or an insider. Evans dragged the tray of food close. He lifted the warm glass of milk and handed it to me. "You have to eat, Scarlett. Dina has been worried sick
***Scarlett*** My father was cremated as the tradition demands for werewolves in the range. My stepmother and I had to wait behind to collect his Ash. I doubt if my father's death will make us close. I have a feeling it will only push us farther away from each other because we were never close to begin with. Dina wiped a tear that trickled down her right cheek. "Your father was a good man. The best man I've ever met." "You don't have to be dramatic about it," I said feeling irritated by her display. Evans caressed my arms. "That's no way to talk to your stepmother, babe. She is hurt too, you know." I ignored Evans. The last thing I need now is an argument. Dina began to sob more. "I wish she could care for me as much as I care for her." I rolled my eyes at the pathetic show she kept on displaying. It was funny that she was shedding a tear from just one eye—she looked funny honestly. Who was she trying to deceive? Not me of course. If I was a private investigator, I wouldn
***Scarlett*** I couldn’t hold it anymore. I’m surprised that I still clutched onto my bag tightly, even with the shocking display of my husband's infidelity satring back at me. I backed away. Unfortunately, my back hit the wall behind me. They must have heard my movement because I heard them stop. “Who is there?” Dina called out. I ran for the exist as fast as I could. There was no time to even turn around. There was no need to because with my wolf hearing, I could tell they were out of the room already to find who had alked in on them. No way was I going to make it out of this place in time. So I did the one thing I could do—hide. I went through the main door but instead of running straight for the gate, I sneaked behind the house and entered through the emergency door, into the kitchen. I gently pushed the door. I gasped…too loud for a fact. My eyes narrowed...I wasn’t expecting to see anyone. “Shhh… stay quiet or they would find you." Sir Vik, the butler pointed t