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.

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

his trip with one of his girls, and she opted to betray him? Tamia and I returned upstairs to pack the

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

not read some of the records

Leah Corrigan was never in

did not even sleep with

was thrown into service in Grizlo, where

“Maybe she was misinformed.

father slept with all the lunas

told Jenny that, so she would not be

is obsessed with him

confront your mother

better

can just ruin the

have a marriage coming, and we will soon welcome children

haunting us.” She said, and I

I wouldn’t

we returned to the estate in

she tells the truth for all our sakes so I can

everyone joked about the things they read in

believed my father loved her, and

She was really delusional.

was that other than when she mentioned her son, she never talked about

as if he had

claimed my father took her son

did not talk about it or tell

as if the

It was weird.

the Volkov estate the next

eager to confirm with

I went to my

Tamia and I had settled in, I took

it hard for my

opened the door and was surprised to see

smiled and

done something right for you to come looking for me this morning, ” She said with a

sat and

is Tamia? Is she alright? I hope she is eating and

the early

she said, and I smiled and leaned

fine, mother,” I said

a private discussion with you, and I need

I said, and her

the truth because what I discovered is

ruin our

you to come clean and tell me the truth, so I will know how to handle the situation,” I said, and she frowned

you speaking like this, darling? I

your brother, and your know it,” She said, sounding a bit hurt,

want to know what transpired

you two, so I do not understand why

came to say hello and reconcile, ” She

you better tell

a letter

wrote it and accusing you of killing father,” I said,

a thing about me? It is all

warned her to stop

not know how that

your father..” She said, and I cut her sentence to stop her

that when backed

truth, mother,” I said, and she shook her

my command through, and she reluctantly did

know he was

I know everything.

told me about Alissa,

need to know

“She is lying.

can never hurt

said,

know, but he

because of his fated, made you care for her, murdered

of hurtful things to you,” I said,

know he tried to take my family seat from me?” She asked

head and then

alert you that father wanted to give your family seat to his son, David,” I said, and she was

where I wanted, so it was time

knew I had information, she

me you had no hand

me that Jenny is lying and you did not have father killed.” I said, staring into her

tears were

shaking and

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