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“Back off? I’m going to send you straight to the Crawford Pack Council if you don’t tell me who you are, who sent you, and what the hell you’re doing in the Crawford Pack.” He asked, pulling his gun out of his holster, uncocking it, and pointing it at me.
“Whoa! Calm down, Chief Perez. She doesn’t mean us any harm,” Aiden said quickly as I raised my hands in the air.
“You knew about this?” Caden asked, his tone laced with astonishment and disbelief.
“Everyone stop!” I yelled, interrupting Mateo and Caden, who were about to start arguing with Aiden and Chief Perez, who was pulling out his phone to call someone.
“Chief Perez, please let me speak to the Crawford Pack Luna. She knows about me and I’ll put the phone on speaker so you can listen to our conversation.” I said.
The room was silent as Chief Perez cocked his gun and pulled it out of my face.
“Before I do that, tell me what organization sent you.” He insisted with a stern look.
“I can’t tell you that. Let me speak to your Luna. She knows why I am here and who I am working for. If my cover is blown, another murderer hiding out in your pack could escape paying for his crimes.” I said, looking pointedly at the truth meter’s light that was green, indicating that I was telling the truth.
He looked down at it for a moment and locked gazes with me before sighing and agreeing to my request. “Fine.”
Then he dialed Luna Eleanor’s number right in front of us, but she wasn’t picking up our calls.
“She’s not in her office,” Mateo muttered after the third dial.
“Aiden, do you know Luna Eleanor’s mobile number?” I asked, turning to Aiden, the only person in this room on my side.
But he turned away with a weird expression as he said, “I don’t.”
“I do,” Caden said, taking the phone from Chief Perez before keying in Luna Eleanor’s mobile number with an inscrutable look.
On the first dial, Luna Eleanor picked up the call. “Hello?”
“Luna Eleanor—”
“Aurora? What happened to your phone?” She interrupted me.
“Um, I gave it to the—”
“Never mind that. I tried to call you before. Your cover is blown. Owen knows that you’re undercover from the Supernatural Council and he’s working with the Crawford Pack Council to get you banned from Crawford Pack and Mac Tire City to prove a point to the Supernatural Council for sneaking you in as an exchange student.”
I didn’t even have the energy to care that everyone now knew that I was from the Supernatural Council. Now that my mission in the Crawford Pack had been exposed, I had to find a loophole to avoid getting thrown out of the pack.
“But . . . the Mac Tire City Council just approved the Supernatural Council’s request to—”
“That doesn’t matter. He’s infuriated that they managed to sneak you into the pack illegally, without his knowledge. And something about how you’re playing around with his sons.” She said.
I glanced at Caden, Aiden, and Mateo. “But they didn’t sneak me into the pack. I was supposed to come to Crawford University before I even took the mission.”
I sighed, feeling a little depressed as I realized that I’d failed my first mission before I’d even made any headway. “It doesn’t matter anymore. I won’t try to change what I can’t change. I’m calling you from Crawford Town’s Police Station. They think I killed two of your pack members.”
“Angelique and Hank? Why?” She asked.
“Because I was the last person Angelique offended,” I remarked sarcastically.
“I’m sure you could have proven that you’re not the murderer on your own. Why did you call me?” She asked.
I refrained from mentioning that my only options were to call her or risk divulging my mission to Crawford Town’s law enforcement. “I want to see the body. If the spirit is still there, we could try to talk to it and find the murderer.”
Luna Eleanor tsked, “Don’t pretend to be doing this for our pack. You just want to find out if the murderer is related to your case. Goddamnit Byrne, I told you that none of my pack members could get hurt—”
“It’s not the same MO, I mean modus operandi, but the killer is on the edge of a breakdown and Angelique and Hank’s deaths are probably the results of a psychotic breakdown. The dismemberment is un . . . unskilled and claws were used, which means the person couldn’t stop themself from shifting.” I said.
