***Scarlett***Bryan spent the night with me just as he promised. It's sad that we can't end up together. If we could, I would love to sleep next to him every night and wake up by his side each morning. It's obvious we couldn't get enough of each other. Each time the thought pops in my head about how I should fight to make Bryanmine, I dismiss it immediately. That is the promise I have to keep to myself. Wanting him to myself knowing fully well about the sad history behind us will cause him trouble with his pack. I understand that being with Ingrid might not be his choice but that pack took him in when he had nowhere else to go. He owes the Mo pack his life. I'm part wolf as well as part human, of course I'm jealous Ingrid gets to keep him, but what can I do? I see this as my punishment. How I wish things were different…I wish I could…"Good morning." Strong arms encircled my body. "How are you feeling?"My body reacted to Bryan's voice and touch. He pulled me closer, our nak
***Scarlett***Before I could turn around to go in, I saw my neighbor, James. He waved at me, a broad smile on his face. I knew he was going for a run because he was dressed just as I had first seen him; although instead of shorts he had a pair of shorts on. "I can see you're still here." He yelled. "What happened to leaving?"I quickly rushed back in, embarrassed that he had caught me lying. And I really wanted him to mind his business. Staying around people who poke their noses isn't fun. "Hey, wait." James said, running in my direction. I locked the door just in time. I yelled from behind the locked door. "What do you want?" "Are you scared of me?" "Why should I? Speaking of being scared, I don't even know you." I hear a laugh in his voice. "Do you know everybody you talk to?" I Ignored him. "Are you there?""Just leave, please. I don't want Bryan coming back to see you here." "Why would he come back? He just left." "So you've been monitoring him." He laughed. I couldn'
***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