Chapter 123

Alpha Gabe

I was yet to understand why so much trouble was circling my pack. Or rather, how we ended up in the middle of so much turmoil. This had nothing to do with my pack, except that I had somehow been placed in charge of the investigation into the Godsend Packs misgivings. All because they were a neighoring pack. A pack that was now disbanded. It had been well over a year since they had been discovered torturing innocents, well over a years since those imprisoned by them had been released. Perhaps this is meant to be teaching points for my son. Only the Moon Goddess herself could know.

"This is crazy," Max whispered to me. "Alpha James is a psychopath."

"Perhaps," I reply. "We are just getting started son, he wasn't acting entirely on his own. At least not with the stuff that happened in the dungeons of the Godsend Pack. It's so much bigger than just him."

Max sinks down in his chair, his hand clenching the arm of it. "He's worse than that then, because he helped others to harm young wolves." I glanced over at my son. His anger is palpable, I feel the same. However, part of being an Alpha is showing restraint. I pat him on the shoulder and lean into his ear.

"Sit tall, contain your anger. Everything is a test and a testament son. Everything." Max nods and sits himself up in his seat.

"Shall we look at the database?" I ask the council as we resume from the short break we took for Beta Roger to get himself a drink and resume his story. He was going to discuss his thoughts on the dead Luna, but asked if he could call his mate. The council gave him twenty minutes to handle his personal issues and return. Cody had escorted him out of the meeting room and over to the dining room so he could make his call. Apparently his mate had been trying to call him for an hour and he was concerned because she isn't normally so insistent.

"Yes, let's take a few minutes while we wait," answered Councilman A. He was the one to typically run the meetings or take the lead. "I see you have furnished us with a list. Where did this come from?" he asks.

"My Beta found this in the back of a ledger that was retrieved from the dungeons. You will see said ledger in the center of the table. My niece has gone through it because it has a lot of medical terms that she was more familiar with than I am. She has tabbed pages that held pertinent information and that held names or initials. Those same are on the page you hold in your hand." I demonstrate to them what I have just described and the six councilmen present all nod in unison.

I open my laptop and begin the arduous process of logging into the database. "If you look up these names, will these Alpha's be made aware that you have searched them?" Max asks from my side. I nod, confirming that they will. "Should we be doing that then?"

"The information cannot be changed by any of them, only by council members. They will only be alerted that we were searching and who was searching and what we looked at, but they won't know why." I was so concerned that Alpha James would be alerted that I didn't even consider that the names on these lists would be alerted as well.

"What if it's a council members name?" Max asks.

"None of those present are on the list, I made sure of it. The ones present can put measures in place if we come across anything like that, to protect the informations integrity." I finally get through the security measures and the data base pops open and I hit the button to send what I see on my screen to the bigger screen on the wall. "You're asking good questions," I whisper to Max. "Thinking like a leader is always important, protecting your pack is first and foremost."

"Shall we begin with the first name on the list?" I ask the council.

"May as well," is the reply I get. We set to work, finding that the initial and name belong to an Alpha in one of the South American provinces. As we delve into his involvement, we find that Alpha James bartered with him, the trade of two pre-teen wolves for two unmated she-wolves in their late twenties. Those she-wolves left South America and were never seen again. Their names do not appear on any roster of pack members in South America. After we determine that, we do an International search. Eventually we find that they are listed as deceased by a pack in Russia.

"This is concerning," states one of the councilmen. "Why were they traded and then died? Why would a Russian pack want older she-wolves and where are the two pre-teen wolves that were sent to South America?"

"Good question," I reply. As I conduct a quick search for the names of the two traded pre-teens, another councilmember flips through the ledger. He clears his throat and we all look up.

"You can stop looking. It seems they are also deceased." He flips the book around and points to two names in the ledger, a line drawn through their names at the middle of a graph hand drawn on the page. "Died from blood loss." He passes the book to the man next to him, and in turn it makes its way around the table.

"Disgusting," Max seeths beside me. He's not wrong. According to the graph before us, they were test subjects to see how much a werewolf could be bled before dying from hypovolemia. There are a few others on the graph with the same notations next to their names.

A tap on the door sounds and my I open my mind link to find it's Cody and Roger returned, so I tell them to enter. They return to their seats and I close the ledger and set it back on the table. Cody raises a brow at me and I just shake my head and then tell him in the mindlink that I will catch him up later. "Is everything okay at home?" I ask Beta Roger.

"I'm not sure," He replies. "My mate was trying to call and tell me that the Luna had to be sedated. She was hysterical. She informed me that she had to tell her father that I was called away when asked if I could go calm down the pack members, as they are now aware that there is no Alpha or Luna present that is capable of leading the pack. My mate and eldest son are currently trying to get things under control."

"Well then lets move on as quickly as possible so you can return and get things stable in your pack," I tell him.

Beta Roger nods, "Please, whatever I can do to assist."

"Tell us why you think Alpha James murdered his mate?"

A collective gasp sounds through the meeting room and all eyes pivot to Beta Roger. "That's a serious accusation," Councilman A states. "Why would you think that he killed his mate?"

"I don't think, I know. My father in law just confirmed what I long suspected. Alpha James murdered his mate because she knew what he was up too, same as he murdered his own son." Roger is not playing games and he's not protecting his Alpha anymore. Game over for Alpha James.