Chapter 444
“You all need to start talking…now.” I growl low, letting my wolf enhance the angry sound.
All the Elders exchange looks, and it’s starting to piss me off. They are coming up with a story that is plausible, without telling us the whole truth.
After two hours of full out, not stop questioning and one word answers, I am exhausted. I can only hold the aura like this for so long. It’s designed to give instant instructions to get pack members to safety or give enemies a dose of power to make them comply, not to be held extensively like this.
“Jason?”
“Uh, yes, Alpha.”
“Are you with any of the witches, except Juliette?”
“Marietta is here with us, why?”
I have some Elders with tight lips and it’s getting exhausting using my aura on all three of them to get half assed answers out of them. I need to know if there is some kind of truth serum that we can use to get answers.”
“She says she’s on her way. Is there anything I can do?”
“Not unless your mate is willing to talk to us about her experience.”
Even talking to Jason, who isn’t in my pack, takes a different kind of energy. I’m irritated for feeling so weak and vulnerable. I make a mental note to add that to the training that Ben and I do.
I’m sure this was Walter’s plan, or part of it. Trying to hold out longer than me, knowing it would be difficult for me, so we would have to drag this out tomorrow and they can come up with a better story that makes all of them look like heroes and not the borderline traitors I think they are have been able to block then from each other while we are in this room, but if I let them leave that command breaks. They are older and more skilled than I am. I can be pissed about it later, right now it’s just a fact I have to deal with.
A soft knock interrupts the deafening silence as all of the Elders sit on the couch staring forward. The only information we have gotten are versions of what Walter told me in the car on the way to the murder site. He is still maintaining that I will only get more information when I am ready to stop playing and be the real Alpha I was meant to be…by getting rid of the witches and fulfilling my duty to the pact they made before I was old enough to walk. Copyright © 2025 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions
“It’s too bad you feel that way about your Alpha, because she does have friends in high places and your Goddess and ours feel like you have overstepped your authority, Elder Fenwick.” Marietta walks through my office door without being let in and I smile. I have never once felt any type of animosity from her or Brianna or any of the coven members that they are protecting don’t think they are any different than us. They might be more vulnerable because they are closer to human than we are.
She looks at me for approval and I nod my head. Without words Sebastian, Richard and Ben each stand behind an Elder. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Do it.” Is my only command. The Elders eyes go wide as my team of loyal protectors grabs them from behind forcing their heads back and mouths open. Marietta easily dodges their flailing limbs and administers a lavender colored liquid. Each protector holds the mouth of the elder shut, while blocking off his nose so they have to swallow.
Marietta chants a few words, I can’t make out under her breath and a warmth fills the room. She turns to me. “As long as they are here the spell will hold. Once they leave the spell will break and you will need to begin again.”
I nod, “Thank you. Would you mind staying to help us navigate the magic part of the mystery?”
“Gladly Alpha.”