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Later, when I was in the cell, with the thin metal cuffs around my wrists, I learned Fabula had asked for Conri’s help. Conri agreed to help her kill everyone as long as he could have the pack lands for himself—kill everyone, but me. The witches wanted a new toy for their torture sessions.
I always thought Conri and his demons had reigned alone inside the pack lands, and that they had wanted the place because the barrier made it the best place to hide.
Building up on my beliefs, the witches often teased me about being the only one left in my pack, as if that was amusing. Because I had seen the fire, I had seen the slaughter, I never doubted them. Though, their words made my pain raw each time.
Little did I know that not everyone from my pack had been killed and that they had become reluctant wolves in Conri’s pack.
But knowing this hurt almost as much as thinking they were all dead.
“I just saw a ghost,” I snapped. “Besides what I saw and the lies the witches told me, I don’t know what changed.”
Instead of snapping at me, Lavinia reached back and rested a hand on my knee. “Don’t worry, Shane. We’ll figure out what’s happening and we’ll help your pack.”
I stared at the black sky again.
When we arrived at DuMoir Castle, I thought I would need to wake up Lord Drake. Though this was a vampire coven, they had changed their times and routines to daytime, to match the witches who lived in the castle. Now, the vampires slept through the night.
But Drake wasn’t asleep. After one of the guards told me he was awake, I barged in Lord Drake’s office, with Killian and Lavinia hot on my heels.
Drake was seated behind his large desk, a glass full of red liquid in his hand, reading a thick stack of papers.
“Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” Killian asked.
Drake raised his eyes green to us. “I couldn’t sleep.” He patted the stack of papers. “Too many reports to read.” He shifted his gaze to me and frowned. “Shane. What happened?”
“What do you know about the Nightshade?”
Drake leaned back on his chair. “Your pack?” Of course he knew. I nodded. “I’ve tried telling you several times in the past six months, but you made it clear you didn’t want anything to do with wolf shifters and werewolves business anymore.”
“Just tell me,” I said, my voice tight.
“All I know is that the half-wolf, half-demon who attacked your pack, and killed them all, is still there.”
“Conri.”
Drake nodded. “He has a large following, several supernaturals like him, and lone wolves and demons who he's collected over the years. The deal he made with the Nightmist witches was that once they killed everyone, he would stay and take over what the pack lands.”
“Why? Why did he want my pack lands?”
“I don’t know,” Drake said.
“I want to take my pack back,” I said.
Drake’s brows curled. “You want to take back your pack lands? I understand your feelings, but you’ll be a lonely alpha and—”
“I ran into someone from my pack,” I told him.
“His mate,” Killian added.
Drake’s eyes rounded. “Your pack is alive?”
“At least a few of them are,” I told him. For a moment there, I thought Drake had known about this but hadn’t told me. But I could see now, he was as surprised as I was.
“I … I didn’t know. I’m sorry, Shane. From the report I got after following the witches and trying to assess Conri and his demons from outside the barrier, I thought your pack was all gone.”
“It’s the barrier,” Killian said. “It nearly impossible to know what’s happening in there.”
True.
