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.

also said only my mother knew the Alias my

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

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

read some of the records in the

Corrigan was never in the

did not even sleep with

in Grizlo, where she

“Maybe she was misinformed.

all the lunas he

told Jenny that, so she would not be

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

to confront your

ask her; she better come

just ruin the entire Volkov

have a marriage coming, and we will soon welcome

need lies and secrets weighing us down and haunting us.” She

wouldn’t waste any

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

hope she tells the truth for all our sakes so I can figure out what to

had dinner, and everyone joked about the things they read

my father loved her, and my mother

She was really delusional.

other than when she mentioned her son, she never

was as if he

an entry where she claimed my

did not talk about it or tell us where

the baby had stopped

It was weird.

for the Volkov estate the

eager to confirm with my mother on

and I went to

had settled in, I took the photocopied letter

it hard for my sake because

opened the door and was

and

me this morning, ” She said with a smile and offered me

sat and

she alright? I hope she is eating

the

shouldn’t be going about with you,” she said, and I

is fine, mother,” I said and

private discussion with you, and I need

I said,

me the truth because what

ruin

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

you speaking like this, darling?

your brother, and your know it,” She said, sounding

I want to know what transpired

so I do not understand

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 father,” I said, and

a thing about

warned her to stop

do not know how that

and

always did that when backed into a

I said, and

my command through, and she reluctantly did

he was

I know everything.

about Alissa, and I

to judge you; I just need to know what

“She is lying.

can never hurt

was my husband.” She said,

know, but

fated, made you care for her, murdered

lot of hurtful things to you,” I said, and she looked

you know he tried to take my family seat from

head and then looked at

a letter Jenny wrote to you to alert you that father

so it was time to ask

had information, she would not

tell me you had no hand

is lying and you did not

were a

shaking and