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To worsen matters, two days ago, another pack observer committed suicide by hanging in his room. Several pack observers were secretly protesting, in one way or the other, about the whole matter. Some had started sending requests for month-long breaks from their stations because they were scared they would be next.
Because of the tension between packs and pack observers, a pack observer had even attacked an Alpha, resulting in a severe beating and his subsequent expulsion from the pack. Another had attacked a future Alpha and a pack council member.
According to Daddy Reece, there were murmurings in the Alphas Congress because of these incidents and several Alphas were hoping to use this incident to incite other Alphas to send a collective request for the abolition of the pack observer law.
There was no doubt that things were getting wildly out of control.
Nyra was also not picking up my calls. She had also blocked me on all texting and social media platforms. I couldn’t understand why she was taking this matter so personally. If it weren’t for Joel and our attack, I would have tried to meet her to understand what I needed to do to get her to forgive me for hiding my identity from her.
Now was the time I needed her the most, but I couldn’t even call her.
Nina was also unreachable because she was on a secret mission for the Supernatural Council with Uncle Brogan.
I sighed and stood up, squeezing and throwing the empty can of tea in the bin.
I was walking back to Joel’s hospital room when I saw a nurse leading a familiar man down the hall.
Using my lackluster surveillance skills, I followed Nyra’s father, Mr. Sameera, and the nurse to the door of an examination room.
I leaned on the wall, listening to Mr. Sameera explain how he accidentally injured his arm on a tree branch in werewolf form. I waited for the nurse to clean up the deep wound on his arm, treat it, bandage it, and leave before walking into the hospital room, ignoring my phone that was vibrating in my pocket.
“Hello, Mr. Sameera.” I greeted, leaving the door to the examination room open.
“Aurora?! What are you doing here?” Rather than the smile that usually graced his face when we met previously, Mr. Sameera’s brows furrowed as soon as he saw me.
“I’m here to apologize. I wanted to speak to Nyra, but she’s mad at me. Can you mediate?”
He stared at me like I’d asked him to do something outrageous. “Mediate? For you? A member of the Supernatural Council? And a pack observer sympathizer?”
“I . . .”
His face scrunched up into an ugly scowl and he grabbed his injured and bandaged arm that had started trembling when he saw me as he interrupted me. “You should get out of here. I don’t want to see you, and Nyra doesn’t want to see you, too.”
“Wait . . .” When he turned to walk out of the examination room, I reached for his uninjured arm to stop him from walking away.
However, as soon as our skins touched, I was pushed straight into Mr. Sameera’s horrific fantasy. Even though the fantasy seemed real, the fogginess in the memory gave it away.
In the fantasy, Crawford’s Pack observer, Eric Maverick, was dragging his body back, covered in blood, and I was moving toward him, feeling smug and ready to tear into him.
There was a buzzing yet compelling song in my head urging me to ‘kill, kill, kill’.
If this pack observer was dead, I would finally be able to get some peace of mind. I wouldn’t have this skin-crawling urge to eliminate all pack observers. The urge made every part of my body itch with disgust, proving that pack observers didn’t need to exist in this world.
Holding my daggers tightly in both hands, I threw myself on Eric Maverick and stabbed his chest and abdomen repeatedly.
The fantasy flashed away swiftly, and before I could process it, I was pushed into Mr. Sameera’s memory.
I was standing in a shadowed corner behind a tree, looking up at a building that I had seen several pictures of—Eric Maverick’s home in the Crawford Pack. I wanted to go into the house to confront Eric, but there were powerful people protecting the cowardly pack observer 24/7.
While I could kill Eric Maverick by surprise, like I killed the former pack observer in my pack, I couldn’t take the highly-trained men guarding him by surprise.
“Hey, I feel weird . . . like something may happen tonight. Stay sharp, okay?” The voice of the man I’d seen with Eric Maverick at the grocery store floated toward me as I watched him speak to the other man who had started patrolling Eric’s home recently.
“Got it. Do you want to check the CCTV, just in case?” The patrolling man asked.
“I’ll do that now.” The other man said.
I turned to walk away quickly. If they got to the CCTV, they would discover the camera footage I had tampered with to prevent them from figuring out that I was there.
