Chapter 100 Rabid Wolf
Chapter 100 Rabid Wolf
Evander
I stood by the window, just staring into nothing. Gregory’s voice kept playing at the back of my mind, and I stared at my hand.
“If the sigil disappears, they will be able to find me. And I have to find the Leviathan sword before they do.”
I had no idea where I would even start looking for a Leviathan sword. It was something I had never heard of, and it bothered me because if they caught up to me again, I was dead for sure, and I had promised Soraya that I wasn’t going anywhere, not again, and not anytime soon. But this was going to be a task I didn’t know how to handle.
Victor walked into the office, and I didn’t turn because I knew his stench anywhere.
“What are you doing here, Evander?” I didn’t respond. I just kept looking outside the window.
“Evander,” he called my name again.
“What?” I snapped, finally turning to face him. “What are you doing here?”
“This is my fucking office, and I’m here for work.”
“I didn’t know you’ve returned to work fully.”
“Yes, I have, and I am here to undo all the damage you did.”
“I asked you to be in charge for me, just for a short while, and you became a dictator.”
“Don’t say that. I was only doing what was best for the pack.”
“This pack is as much mine as it is yours.” I slammed both hands on the table. “No. This pack is mine. I started this pack. I made you an elder out of respect. I owe you nothing. I hope you know that.”
He stood by the door, not saying a single word.
“Get the fuck out of my office.”
“You can’t humiliate me like that.”
“Get out of my office,” I said again.
I didn’t know when my claws came out of my hands and scratched the table. He left quickly. I stared at my hand.
What the hell was happening? Usually, when I am angry, this never happens. What the heck?
I pinched the bridge of my nose as I sat back on my chair. I wasn’t even sure where to start from. And I shouldn’t even be back at work. I should be doing research.
Milo walked in.
“Good morning,” he greeted, his facial expression always the same.
“Morning, Milo,” I said.
“So, are you back to work?”
“That’s what the suit indicates, doesn’t it?” I replied, and he laughed.
He took his seat in front of me.
“You have no idea how glad I am that you’re back. Your father made my life a living hell.”
“I’m truly sorry about that.”
“Fine,” Milo said in a way that told me it wasn’t fine, but I was here to make amends.
“Milo, can I ask you a question?”
“Sure,” he said softly.
“Have you ever heard of Leviathans?”
Before Milo had a chance to respond, the door to my office was pushed open without a knock, and Sarah’s parent walked in.
“Alpha,” she said my name, her tone cold. I could never forget her face—even in my dreams, I saw her crying.
“Miss—” before I could finish speaking, she raised a hand to stop me.
“I heard you are back. That is why I am here.”
“Please, have a seat.”
“No,” she replied quickly. “I am just here to pass a message.”
“My daughter’s body has been left cold for months. Nothing has been done about it. And since your school and staff are incompetent to find who is responsible for what happened to my Sarah…” Her voice cracked. “All I want right now is for her to be laid to rest in peace.”
“I promise you her body will be released to her family so she can be properly buried.”
“But I promise you, whoever is responsible—whatever it takes—I will make sure that person pays for their crimes.”
“That’s what I’ve been hearing for months,” she said. “You couldn’t even speak properly. You promise justice for my child, but the killer roams free and nothing has been done about it. I regretted bringing her here. You know she begged me? She begged me not to send her here to this school. She told me she would be bullied because of how awkward she could be.” Tears rushed down her face.
“But I reassured her that she was going to be fine, and you reassured me that my child was protected and safe in your institution. But right now, my 17-year-old is dead. Her body split in two.”
She walked out, Milo and I staring at each other without a word.
I clenched my fist, running a hand over my face. I wasn’t in the right mental state to handle this.
“What’s the council saying?” I asked Milo, who just sat there looking a bit terrified.
“Council?” he repeated. “Yeah, what are they saying?”
“I… don’t know. Victor never allowed me to attend council meetings. According to him, a low-life orphan such as myself was never supposed to handle a position as delicate and as important as the beta.”
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” I snapped.
“I need you to schedule a council meeting now. Make sure everybody is there.”
“Yes, Alpha,” he replied, and quickly got up and walked toward the door.
But before he left—“Milo,” I said his name, and he stopped in his tracks, turning back to face me.
“Do you need something else?”
“I think I have a clue on what might be responsible for the killings.”
“What?” Milo said, surprised, as he walked back to where I was sitting.
“You’ve heard of the creature called the rabid wolf, right?”
“Yeah, but isn’t the rabid wolf like a demonic spirit that is conjured from hell?”
“Yeah. Whoever the spirit possesses becomes the rabid wolf, and I think it’s inhabiting the body of a student in the school.”
I really hoped this isn't the case if not we had a really problem on our hand.