***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 about you. She asked after you this morning when she called." The scrambled eggs on the plate smelled like death. It made me want to puke. "Take it away, I have no appetite," I said in a low tone. "I can't let you do this to yourself, my little princess. Eat, so you can get your energy back. I told you I'll handle everything." Evans fondled my hand gently. I got a feeling my marriage to Evans is the worst mistake of my life. Our union has in no way helped with the situation at all. Don't misunderstand me... Evans Foss is a loving husband. He's been good to me and my pack. And I'm yet to understand why Curtis, Lois' mate, made that sneering comment the other day. He got me worried. I was thinking Evans was a dangerous man or was onto something horrible. Evans has never shown me that strict side everyone else complains about. I'm yet to see him act like a beast when I am around him. The problem is that my people are still being abducted and killed. So far two of his people have been found dead which is shocking. The day their body was discovered, Evans was pissed off. Many began to say the Andersons had shared their bad luck with the Foss. That can't be further away from the truth. "Are you sure it's the wandering killer who killed my father?" I watch him through half closed eyes. My eyelids felt too heavy to lift up as they were too swollen and spasmed from excessive crying. Evans leaned closely to me and pulled my head to lay on his chest. "Yeah. Who else? It has to be him." Hearing Evans' heart beat and taking in his musky scent calmed me. I wasn't attracted to him but as mates being close to him like this makes me feel protected. Falling in love with Evans Foss isn't an easy task. Maybe soon I'll learn to love him. I respect him a lot though. I lift my head up to stare at his face. He used his mustache to rub my forehead in an adoring manner. He smiled, trying to make me feel better. "But why…Why is he after us?" I asked. "He hasn't touched anyone from the other packs yet. The Mos, Bergs and Ruuds. They are safe. So why us?" "I suspect that whoever it is would be from either of the three packs. The killer has never left a clue—not even mistakenly. There is no clue so we could understand his reason for killing. No tracks were found either." Evans' eyes glowed, his voice transitioned into a low growl. "The day I find out who this bastard is, I'll make him pay with every drop of his blood. He would die in the most painful way." Evans' grip on me tightened, as he planted a kiss on my forehead. Evans obviously wasn't going easy with this case…I know he's trying his best. Anytime we discussed about the wandering killer, it makes him so furious. Just like now, his change in appearance scared me. His claws extended as he made threats but they shifted into fingers immediately he sensed my discomfort. I want the killer to be caught at all costs. When he's caught, I'll like to ask him why. Why did he have to kill all those people?***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
***Scarlett*** Sir Vik got his composure back. He opened the store, reaching out for me with one of his hand. “Let’s get you out of here.” I nod, taking his hand in mine. “Uncle Vik, how do I get out of here?” “Leave that to me," he said. I trusted him. When he told me to leave it to him, I didn’t doubt him for a second. I knew he would know what to do. He used the emergency door which I had used earlier. So I followed him. “Where are we going to? What’s at this side of the house?” I asked as we continued to walk further away from the house. “You need to hurry, Scarlett.” I increased my pace. “I’m sorry, you almost got hurt because of me. Thank you for masking my scent.” I lowered my head, feeling sorry for what had happened back in the house. “It’s okay.” He turned around to face me. “Are you okay? I …mean …you saw them doing it too, didn’t you?” I stared back at him. My eyes narrowed. “You knew about it?” He nodded slightly and looked away. “I saw them at a hotel in to
***Bryan*** I’m going insane. It’s over a week since I set my eyes on Scarlett Anderson. I haven’t remained the same man ever since. Getting hard ons frequently just by thinking about her is making me lose my mind. This has stressed me beyond words. I recalled the day I had gone with Jensen, Lois and Curtis for the condolence visit. I had fled the premises without any explanation. I had to. I couldn’t sit there having sexual fantasies about a woman I am supposed to kill. The mere color of her skin and how pretty her face was, turned me on. I imagined how those slender legs of hers would feel when wrapped around me when I take her. Damn! This was fucked? A knock on the door pull me back to the present, distorting my train of thoughts. “Yes. Who is it?” “It’s Jensen.” I pushed the door and peeked through it. I wasn’t in the mood to see anyone. “Dude! There’s something called a call or a text. Why are you here knocking at my door on a weekend?” Jensen stepped in pushing me out of
***Scarlett*** At first it seemed impossible. I couldn’t keep up with faking my emotions, pretending everything is okay. Now, it’s become easier. Not ever loving Evans at this time is a lifesaving mechanism for me. If this shit happened after I have fallen for him, it would be devastating for me. It would have crushed me. “When would you be moving into the mansion?” Lois came in not too long ago to check on me. Lois had been there to give me a shoulder to cry on. When I told her about Evans and Dina, her scream almost tore the roof of my house down. “Tomorrow.” I poured some juice in her glass before I proceeded to fill mine. Lois picked her glass. “It’s cool that your father willed the mansion to you.” “Not so cool if you ask me. Maintaining that house is one hell of a job. Not only that; father willed everything to me.” Lois narrowed her eyes then sighed. “You are one lucky bitch. You should know that. But you don’t seem too happy he left everything in your name.” Lois adju
***Scarlett***“Babe, what do you mean by you aren’t in the mood?” Evans tore away the pillow from my arms. “Since your father died, it’s been one excuse or the other. It’s been a while since I touched you.”“I need space. I’m not in the mood, Evans.” I pull away to avoid his touch.“You don’t have to be in the mood. You are my wife. I can make love to you when I wish.”His response made me angry. I yelled. “Oh, yeah! It’s my body. I decide when I want to do it with you.” He was behaving like a misogynistic bastard. He is alpha of a pack. I’m an alpha female of my pack. He shouldn’t expect me to submit to him all the time.Evans snarled, his teeth extended as he jumped into the bed. He tried to get hold of my legs. I move further away. “Stop it Enzo. No means no, except you want to rape me.”“At this rate, I might. We aren’t humans who try to be rational when it comes to sex.” His eyes glowed. “I’ll only get pissed and get what I want the wolf way if you keep pushing me.”“Let go of
***Bryan*** It took me five minutes to arrive at the pack house. Alpha Westby Mo was shouting orders. The warrior wolves taking every command he threw at them. “Yes sir!” Their voices echoed through the pack house. With that they storm out in a hurry. “Where are they off to?” “You are here?” Westby asked without lifting his head and ignoring my question. He stood with his hands in his pocket looking at the fire place. “What’s going on? Why did you send that kid to drag me out of the house at this time of the night?” He sighed. “If you had moved to the pack house when I told you to, I wouldn’t be sending a kid to come get you.” He lifted his head to look at me now. “A dead body was found in our territory. Before you ask. No, it wasn’t one of ours. The corpse belongs to the Anderson pack. We suspect he was stabbed in the heart before his body was thrown into the sea.” My eyes narrowed. It was a shock to me. I haven’t gone for hunting for a while now. I decided to lay low after th
***Scarlett*** A week without Sir Vik has been filled with bitterness. I miss him. The silence in the household was tearing me apart. When i saw his corpse, I cried until I could cry no more. Why is this even happening to me? I keep losing those I care so much about. First the pack members, then my father, then Sir Vik. Who would be next? If I'm right, then I think I’m the next target. Or perhaps Dina Olsen, my bitchy stepmother. If only I knew what the wandering killer is after, I could know the next step to take and how to protect myself. My wolf is silent. She hid away because I forced her to. She’s shared in my weak moments. But she wants me to fight back and protect my pack myself. I’m alpha female. I’m not weak. My father never gave me the chance to prove myself. He was quick to throw me to Evans thinking the Anderson pack would be protected by our union. So far, things have only gotten worse. The mansion is currently empty. The staff had all gone away after what happened