Chapter 101 Evander’s Verdict

Chapter 101 Evander’s Verdict
Evander

I made sure everyone was ready in the council hall before I stepped in.

“They are waiting for you,” Milo informed me before walking away.

My first experience with a rabid wolf was something I didn’t want to relive because it was more than traumatizing. And if the spirit was possessing the body of somebody in this school, it was sure as hell going to be a problem.

When I got into the council hall, everyone was already seated. I walked to the head of the table and took my seat. I didn’t intend for this meeting to be long, no. I was here just to address how disappointed I was in all of them.

They stood idle, watching as Victor sent my mate to the underground. And that was something I wasn’t just disappointed in them about—I was heartbroken. Because when I established the Werewolf Council, they were supposed to stand for justice, truth, to protect the powerless. And my mate was powerless, but they did nothing.

Victor sat opposite me, and the hall was quiet. Nobody spoke.

“We are glad to have you back,” one of them finally said.

“Even though you didn’t give us any explanation of where you went,” another said, her voice coming from the far end.

I exhaled slowly, both my hands resting on the table. My eyes scanned the entire room, my gaze locking with everyone present.

I shook my head.

“I am so fucking disappointed in each and every one of you.”

“We deserve an explanation,” someone else said.

“I owe none of you any explanation. I have been piloting this school for years, and I decided to take a break. What happened then? My mate gets sent to the underground.”

I felt my wolf slowly coming up to the surface, but I pushed it down. Not here.

Victor stood up. “I made the decision, and she is a threat, but you are too blind to see it, Evander.”

“Your mate got sent to the underground. She has no wolf, and she survived. What does that make her? She wasn’t supposed to even last an hour in there, but she survived days.”

The more he spoke, the more I felt my chest clench. He wanted her to die in there. The way he treated me when I was younger—that was how he was treating her.

“Sit the fuck down.”

Everyone’s eyes were on me.

“No,” he snapped as he began walking toward the door.

I laughed. The sound echoed through the entire hall.

“You know better than to stand up to me, Victor. If you step out that door, consider yourself an outcast to my pack. You are no longer welcome. You are no longer a member.”

He stopped immediately.

He turned around slowly and walked back to his seat.

Silence followed.

For the next three minutes, no one spoke.

I sat back down in my chair.

“I expected better from each and every one of you. I really did. Sarah and Cole’s bodies should be given to their parents. It’s time they are buried.”

“But Alpha,” one of them spoke up. “What about the killer?”

“There’s no interest in keeping them back, so keeping the bodies here is useless. We need to find a way to capture the monster that did this, but our students need to be laid to rest.”

I didn’t say anything more than that. I got up and I walked out.

And like I had expected, Victor immediately followed behind me.

“You think talking to me like I’m some little child in front of the entire council is going to make you get their respect?”

“I have their respect.”

He laughed.

I didn’t turn back to face him because he wasn’t worth it—my time, my energy, or my attention.

“They don’t respect you, Evander. They fear you.”

“Good. They should,” I said.

Then I walked away.

I went back to my office. I didn’t think I would be preparing for a burial immediately I got back, and I hated it.

My thought went back to Gregory. Gregory told me he was going to tell Ladarius and Bartholomew that he let me go and they wouldn’t be able to track me even if they tried, but I was worried about him, which was odd. I should hate all of them, but Gregory was different.

He cared about me in a way I didn’t expect, and he was too calm. And I knew he wouldn’t fight his brothers, and I was scared for him because what would happen to him?

Milo walked in and took a seat in front of me without a single word. I leaned back in my chair. “What’s wrong?”

“Why were you asking about the Leviathan?" He asked, worried.

"Wait, do you know what the Leviathan is?”

He didn’t answer immediately.

“My family, before they were killed in the fire, they talked about it. I never knew exactly what it was because I was really young, and I thought it was a kind of werewolf. But judging from the look on your face, it’s not.”

Oh my goddess. I felt a little bit of relief because Leviathans were crystals I hadn’t even heard of, and I thought no one would understand—but he did.

“Milo, I need to tell you something,” I said. I didn’t hesitate because I trusted Milo. “I need a blade of a Leviathan.”

“Why?”

“Because I need it to kill the Viremont brothers.”

Milo opened his mouth to speak, then closed it. He opened it again, but no words came out.

“You want to do what?”

“The blade of a Leviathan is strong enough to kill the first werewolves to walk the face of the earth, and the only way for me to be free is by killing them.”

“Evander…” he said my name again, shocked.

“It’s the only way, and I’m ready to do whatever it takes. I’m not losing my mate again.”