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 father

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

his travelling plans to a girl

of

Leah Corrigan was never in

did not even sleep with

was thrown into service in Grizlo,

“Maybe she was misinformed.

slept with all

told Jenny that, so

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

to confront

her; she better

can just ruin the entire

we will soon welcome children into

down and haunting us.” She said, and I could

decided I wouldn’t waste any

to the estate in the morning,

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

everyone joked about

and my mother was blackmailing him to

She was really delusional.

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

was as if he had

where she claimed my father took her son from her, but that was

talk about it or tell us where

as if the baby

It was weird.

Volkov

was eager to confirm with

and I went to

Tamia and I had settled in, I took

she did not make it hard for my sake because I was tired

mother opened the door and

smiled and let me

something right for you to come looking for me this morning, ”

sat and thanked

she alright? I

are the early

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

mother,”

here to have a private discussion with

said, and her smile

you to tell me the truth because what

can ruin

the truth, so I will know how to handle the situation,”

you speaking like this, darling? I won’t

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

I want to know what transpired between

understand why she would visit you in our house,” I

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

you better tell me

a letter from

record claiming you wrote it and accusing you of killing father,” I said, and she stood up

you say such a thing

warned her to stop spewing that nonsense about

know how

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

when backed

me the truth, mother,” I said, and

my command through, and

was

I know everything.

told me about Alissa,

I just need to know what to do,”

“She is lying.

never hurt

was my husband.” She said, and I shook my

but he hurt you,

of his fated, made you care for her, murdered most of your family members, and

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

tried to take my family

my head and

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

so it was time to ask

that she knew I had information, she would not resolve

tell me you had no hand

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

tears were a

shaking

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