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.

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

she opted to betray him? Tamia and I returned upstairs to pack the

that my father might have divulged his travelling plans to a girl in the harem?” I asked, and

did not read some of the records

Corrigan was never

even sleep

was thrown into service in Grizlo, where

“Maybe she was misinformed.

slept with all the lunas he

might have told Jenny that, so she would not

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

you need to confront your mother

she better come clean because this

can just ruin the

marriage coming, and we will soon welcome children into

and secrets weighing us down and haunting us.” She

wouldn’t

estate in the morning, I

our sakes so

and everyone joked about the things they

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

She was really delusional.

than when

was as if he

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

not talk about it or tell

as if the baby

It was weird.

the Volkov estate the next

confirm with

arrived, and I went to

settled in, I took the photocopied letter and

not make it hard for my sake because I

and was surprised to

and let me

looking for me this morning, ” She said

sat and thanked

alright? I hope she is eating

the early

going about with you,” she said, and I

is fine, mother,” I

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

me,” I said,

you to tell me the truth because what I discovered

can ruin

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

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

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

what transpired between you and

you two, so I do not understand

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

better tell me the

letter from

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

you say such a thing about me? It is all

her to stop spewing that nonsense

know

said, and I cut her sentence to stop

always did that when backed into

I said, and she shook

I told her, letting my command

he was

I know everything.

told me about Alissa, and

need to know what to do,” I

“She is lying.

can never

my husband.” She said, and I

I know, but he hurt

divorce you because of his fated, made you care for her, murdered most of your family members, and tried to give your family seat to his

to you,” I said, and she looked at me,

my family seat

and then looked

did some research and saw a letter Jenny wrote to you to alert you that father wanted to give your family seat to his son, David,” I said, and she

had her where I wanted, so it was time

that she knew I had information, she

you

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

were a dead

shaking