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 to

him? Tamia

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

did not read some of the

Corrigan was never in

not even sleep

service in Grizlo, where

“Maybe she was misinformed.

slept with all

have told Jenny that, so

her journals, Tamia; you know she is obsessed with him and possessive of him, too,” I said, and

you need to confront your mother

ask her; she better

just ruin the entire Volkov

a marriage coming, and we will soon welcome children

secrets weighing us down and haunting us.” She said,

I wouldn’t waste any

returned to the estate in the morning, I would ask my

tells the truth for all our sakes so I

joked about the things they read in Jenny’s

believed my father loved her, and my mother was blackmailing him to keep

She was really delusional.

that other than when she mentioned her son, she never

as if he had stopped

an entry where she claimed my father took her son from

did not talk about it or tell us where he

if the

It was weird.

Volkov estate

was eager to confirm with my mother on

I went

settled in, I took the photocopied letter and knocked on

not make it hard for my sake because I was tired

mother opened the door and was surprised to see

smiled and let me

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

and

alright? I hope she is

the

be going about with you,” she said, and I smiled and leaned

is fine, mother,” I said and

with you, and I need you to be

me,” I said, and her smile

the truth because what I

can ruin our

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

like this, darling? I

you and your brother, and your know it,” She

want to know what transpired between you

lot of bad blood between you two, so I do not understand why she would visit you in our house,” I said, and

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

tell me

have a letter from Jenny’s

and accusing you of

say such a thing about me? It is all

her to stop

know

father..” She said, and I cut

always did that when backed into a

truth, mother,” I

her, letting my command through, and she reluctantly did

know he was unfair to

I know everything.

me about Alissa, and I learned

you; I just need to know what to do,” I said

“She is lying.

never hurt

husband.” She said,

but

made you care for her, murdered most of your

of hurtful things to you,” I said,

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

and

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

I wanted, so it was

that she knew I had information, she would not resolve to

please tell me you had no hand in

lying and you did not have father killed.”

were a dead

shaking