Chapter 43
The cars came up from the driveway three women came out of the packhouse heading Beta open the umbrella for men so they can walk into the packhouse. However, the ladies saw the alpha and ran to them.
“Alpha’s there is this crazy lady that attack us,”
“What just she look like?” asked Noah
The three young ladies start to explain of what happen Anthony start to laugh because it funny he knows that his mate did it. Ladies should had know better not attack his mate and thinks that they can get away from it.
“I don’t have time for this. You should be working your job this would never happened in the first place,” said Samuel
Noah lingered at the edge of the gathering, eyes sharp and calculating as he listened to the commotion. His mind raced, plotting quietly. If Kathy wandered alone around the packhouse or through the winding trails, he could finally corner her—he just had to ensure the opportunity arose. He leaned close to one of the omegas, voice low and persuasive, quietly instructing them to keep watch and report back the moment Kathy was apart from the others.
Meanwhile, Anthony ambled home, the light drizzle tapping softly against the umbrella Miles held above them. Anthony kept his thoughts to himself, not speaking until the familiar warmth of the house greeted them. Miles, attentive and patient, waited for Anthony to break the silence, knowing well that when he did, it would matter.
Inside the packhouse, tension simmered beneath the surface as Noah and Samuel stepped out of the rain and shook off their umbrellas. The remnants of the earlier meeting still clung to them, souring their moods. The matter of the land—rumored to be shrouded in silver—gnawed at both of them. The details didn’t add up; no one had seen this so-called "barrier," yet everyone insisted it was there to keep werewolves and lycans at bay.
Noah’s jaw tightened as they passed down the hallway, heading for the privacy of Samuel’s office. Conversations and accusations would be pointless out in the open, where ears were always listening. Once behind the heavy oak door, Samuel gestured for Noah to sit.
“I want one of our men to check out that land,” Samuel muttered, his voice low and deliberate. “Something isn’t right. If silver really covers the ground, why hasn’t anyone seen it with their own eyes? I don’t trust whispers, only facts.”
Noah nodded, his thoughts already assembling a plan. “I’ll send someone who knows how to keep quiet and pay attention. We’ll get to the bottom of it.”
Samuel leaned back, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Good. I’m tired of superstition ruling over sense. If there’s a real threat, I want proof. And if someone’s spreading lies to keep us out, I’ll know who and why.”
Outside the office window, the rain continued, as if the land itself was holding its secrets just out of reach. But Samuel was determined—the truth, whatever it was, would come to light.