The Dark Side Of Fate

~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 travel. Could it be possible that he 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 decided to talk to her about my thoughts.

“Could it be that my father might have divulged his travelling plans to a girl in the harem?” I asked, and Tamia looked at me.

“You did not read some of the records in the journal. Jenny said that Leah Corrigan was never in the harem. He did not even sleep with her. She was thrown into service in Grizlo, where she died.” Tamia said.

“Maybe she was misinformed. My father slept with all the lunas he took. He might have told Jenny that, so she would not be mad. You have read her journals, Tamia; you know she is obsessed with him and possessive of him, too,” I said, and she nodded.

ask her; she better come clean because this is serious. This can just ruin the entire Volkov family. We have a marriage coming, and

the morning, I would ask my mother. I hope she tells the truth

joked about

woman believed my father loved her, and my mother was blackmailing him

She was really delusional.

troubled everyone was that other than when she mentioned her son, she never talked about him again. It was as if he had stopped existing. According to Theodore, there was an entry where she claimed my father took her son from her, but that was all. She did not talk about it or tell us where he was living. It was as if the baby had stopped existing. It was

I

arrived, and I went to

letter and knocked on my mother’s door. I hoped she

the door and was surprised to see me. She smiled

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

and resting. These are the early stages.

is fine, mother,” I said

and I need you

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

to you about anything. I love you and your brother, and

know what transpired between you and Jenny Lawrence Babanin. There was a lot of bad blood between you two, so

and reconcile,” She

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

know how that bitch was. She was obsessed with your father..” She

the truth, mother,” I said, and

sit down,” I told her, letting my command through, and

me about Alissa, and I learned other things. I am not trying to judge you; I just need to know what to do,” I

Maurice. He was my husband.”

know, but he hurt you, mother. He tried to 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 son. He

did you know he tried to take my family seat from me?” She asked me with disbelief. I bowed my head and then looked

father wanted to give your family seat to his son, David,” I said, and

wanted, so it was time to ask again. Now

me you had no hand in this. Tell me that Jenny is lying and you did not have father killed.” I said, staring

mother,” I said, and she wiped away her

was fucking him, Sylvester. I had no choice. They were working against me, all of them, against us,” She said, and my knees gave out, and I fell on them with tears streaming

Maurice had done enough, Sylvester. My family headed the council. He did not only wipe them out but banned me from sitting on their seat because he wanted to make his