Shadows of Destiny

A Confession Of Rage ~Sylvester~ I took the journal from Tamia and read the page she was on.

I could not believe what I had just seen.

“What if this woman was trying to frame my mother? The letter was anonymous.

What if that was what she was trying to do? Jenny was on the council, and my mother wasn’t.

My father had left the Balyaev seat vacant, making the Lawrences the most powerful family on the council.

What if the council teamed up and decided to persecute my mother? There is always evidence to convict a person, whether guilty or innocent.

What if that was Jenny’s plan?” I said, still finding it hard to believe what Tamia had said.

She stood up and touched my hand.

“I do not know what to believe.

But we must review the files and hide the correspondence about your father’s murder.

Marcel and Theodore are loyal to you, but their fathers were also killed.

They might not find it funny and demand retribution,” she said to me, and I knew she was right.

So I left her in the room and rushed down, stared at where the documents were and started searching the files for anything that had to do with the correspondence between Jenny and my mother.

“Sylvester, is everything alright?” Marcel asked me holding Jenny’s journal in his hand.

It was clear they found what she had written amusing.

I smiled at him and nodded.

“Yes.

I just need to see the correspondence between her and my mother,” I said.

He nodded and continued to read the journal in his hand.

I thought of the many things that could happen if the information Tamia just found out got into the wrong hands.

The thought motivated me to search.

Tamia joined me downstairs and helped me search the files.

We were at it for hours.

We had lunch and talked about the content of the journal.

We joked about what Jenny wrote.

Tamia and I pretended to find it amusing because we did not want to alarm the others.

By evening we had gone through all the documents we had brought, and only four files consisted of her correspondence with my mother and father.

I found a copy of the letter sent to her by her southern informant in those files.

It was authentic, but I could not tell if it was my mother’s handwriting or not.

“Alpha Corrigan, I write you in good conscience.

I do not believe in injustice, and I believe the wolf lord lost his mind because of his greed.

Knowing how greatly your family suffered at his hands, I am moved to do this.

Although I want to remain anonymous, I have discovered that the lord is out to conquer the south.

He travels in disguise with his beta and gamma under the Alias John Michan.

He plans to scout your territory as a tourist to develop his attack plan.

I am writing you this letter so you can prepare yourself for what is to come.

Your parents’ sacrifice should not be in vain.

Leah Corrigan and I became friends in the harem.

Where I found favour with the wolf lord, she didn’t.

I am writing you this letter to help keep her son alive.

Please, the wolf lord with be in the south on Monday at noon.

He will be staying at the Danes Inn in Pridewood Pack land Under his Alias.

Be warned that there will be warriors around.

You must intercept him in the inn.

I hope for the sake of the south you succeed.” It read, and I wondered how Jenny would think my mother would write the letter.

The writer said she was in the harem, but Jenny had also said only my mother knew the Alias my father used

and she opted to betray him? Tamia and I returned upstairs to pack the evidence, and I decided to talk to

divulged his travelling plans to a girl in the harem?” I asked, and

of the records in

Leah Corrigan was

even

thrown into service in Grizlo,

“Maybe she was misinformed.

all the lunas he

Jenny that, so she

she is obsessed with him and possessive of him, too,” I said,

to confront

need to ask her; she better come clean because

just ruin the

and we will soon

do not need lies and secrets weighing us down and haunting us.”

I wouldn’t waste

estate in the morning, I would

for all our sakes so I can figure out what

joked about the

and my mother was blackmailing him to

She was really delusional.

than when

as if

my father took her

it or tell us where he was

if the baby had

It was weird.

Volkov estate

with

I went to

I took the photocopied letter and knocked

not make it hard for my sake because I was tired of

door and was surprised to see

and let me

something right for you to come looking for me

sat and thanked

she alright? I hope she

the early

with you,” she said, and I smiled and leaned

fine, mother,” I said and

to have a private discussion with you, and I need you to be

said, and her smile

you to tell me the truth because what I

can ruin our

you to come clean and tell me the truth, so I will know how

you speaking like this, darling? I won’t lie

it,” She said, sounding a bit hurt, and

to know what transpired between you and

do not understand why she would visit you in our house,” I said,

just came to say hello and reconcile, ” She said, and I got

better tell me

have a letter from

a record claiming you wrote it and accusing you of killing

you say such a thing

warned her to stop spewing

do not know

said, and I cut

that when backed into a

I said,

my command through, and she reluctantly did as

was

I know everything.

Alissa,

trying to judge you; I just need to

“She is lying.

never

was my husband.” She said, and I shook

know, but he

for her, murdered most of your family members, and tried to give your family seat to

things to you,”

tried to take my

head and then looked

alert you that father wanted to give your family

wanted, so it was

had information,

tell me you had no

not have father killed.” I said, staring into her

were a

shaking and