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Chapter 6
Tears spilled over before I could stop them.
I didn’t even know who this man on the phone was.
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But the number came from Grandpa, so I chose to believe he was someone I could trust.
With blurred vision and a shaking voice, I stared at Grandpa’s photo and poured out thing
all the betrayal, the chaos, and the destruction that had ripped through the pack in the past few weeks.
The man on the other end listened silently, patiently. After I cried myself hoarse, he finally spoke.
He told me he was my grandfather’s adopted son–someone Grandpa had taken in years ago. By bloodlines, I should be calling him
“Uncle.”
And then he said I didn’t have to cry anymore.
That tomorrow afternoon, he would send his Beta to pick me up. From that moment on, I wouldn’t need to handle anything alone. He
would take care of the rest.
I wiped my swollen eyes, and without thinking, asked him one last question.
“Uncle… can I ask your name?”
He paused, then answered openly and without hesitation.
“My name is Mike Sawyer. Tell me, little princess–have you ever heard of me?”
The moment he said it, my whole body jolted. The phone slipped from my hand and hit the floor.
Mike?
The Butcher King of the Lycans?
A Lycan who rules the North and the Lycan territories–even the Alpha King shows him respect. Entire packs bow to him without
question.
Never in my life had I imagined… he was Grandpa’s adopted son. Never in my darkest dreams did I think that one day, he would be the
one I waited on to save me.
To ensure there were no regrets or unfinished business when Mike came for me, I rose early the next morning, cradling Grandpa’s urn
in my arms as I headed to the cemetery.
I had chosen a resting place for him right beside my parents.
One day, when everything was finally over, I would bury Walter there too.
But as I walked into the cemetery, I was met with the sound of shovels and angry voices. A crowd had gathered around my parents‘
graves.
Harvey and Liam, whom I hadn’t seen in a long time, were standing with Emily and a few of the misled victims‘ family. They were digging up my parents‘ urns–tossing them aside like trash in broad daylight.
I lost it. Sprinting over, I threw myself to the ground and covered the urns with my thin coat.
“This is my parents‘ grave! What the hell are you doing?!”
Harvey caught sight of my pale, battered–looking face and frowned.
“Lynette, why are you throwing another tantrum?”
“I forgot to tell you–since Walter caused that girl’s death, we’re giving her your parents‘ burial plot as a gesture of apology.”
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“But don’t worry. I’ve already picked out a new spot for your mom and dad. Over there. In that patch of dirt.”
I clutched all three urns tightly and burst out laughing, the sound broken and bitter.
“That patch of dirt? You have the nerve to call that a burial ground? It’s a goddamn wasteland. Wild animals dig through it at night!”
“And you think that’s where my parents deserve to be buried?!”
One of the victim’s family, who’d been preparing to bury her daughter, marched toward me.
“A dirt patch is too good for a murderer’s parents! Your whole family should be grateful we didn’t dump their ashes in the gutter!”
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