Carson shook his head helplessly.
“I’ve asked around Calgary over the years. The two hikers who found his body moved away with their families, disappearing without a trace. But-” He paused. “The officer in charge of the case back then- Officer Don Dunn-he and I became friends. From time to time, he’d come over for a drink and also to pay respects at your parents’ tombs.”
Carson said it as if it were ordinary. But my chest tightened.
A seasoned officer who handled countless cases yet returned years later to honour my parents?
That was far from normal.
It suggested a guilt weighing on him, an inability to let go of the past-perhaps even a conscience driven by what had happened back then.
The thought jolted through me like a bolt of lightning.
I shot to my feet, “Carson! Do you have his contact info? I need to speak with him!” I asked urgently.
“Yes, I’ll find it for you!” Carson quickly fumbled for his phone, digging through his contacts until he found the number.
Just as I had prepared to dial, shrill sirens split the quiet of the old house.
The doorbell followed, ringing sharp and relentless.
My heart lurched as Carson hurried to open the door.
Several uniformed officers from the shifter division stepped inside without invitation, wearing bulletproof vests; their faces were grim. And behind them stood my cowardly three cousins.
“There she is, officers!” Sullivan rushed to point at me, gloating openly. “She’s carrying a gun illegally! She has it filled with silver bullets, which are against the law unless you are an Alpha with a permit to carry.
Arrest her now!”
Solomon chimed in, “That’s right! She aimed it at all of us-we can testify!”
The lead officer’s gaze cut to me like a blade. “Illegal possession of a firearm and/or silver bullets is a felony. Hand it over!”
I stood unmoving, my icy stare sweeping across their faces. My voice was calm but unyielding, every word like iron.
“I can hand the gun over. But before that-” my eyes flashed to the three Reese devil-spawns, sharp as a dagger-” these three have trespassed, tried to seize property, and openly extorted me. Officers, are those not crimes under your jurisdiction?”
My presence radiated such fierce authority that even the officers faltered.
Carson’s heart jolted. He straightened his back and thundered,
“Officers, see clearly! They’ve had their eyes on this house for years! Time and again, they’ve harassed us- throwing firebrands, releasing a sack of poisonous snakes on the front doorstep just last month! All of it captured on surveillance. Are you truly blind to their crimes?”
But, it was clear as day by their expressions that the police Sullivan had brought were on their payroll.
The lead officer’s face twitched briefly before hardening.
“That’s a separate matter. What’s right before us is the crime of illegal firearms possession with the threat of silver bullets. Stop wasting time. Hand it over now, or face punishment by law!”
The officers behind him stepped forward menacingly.
“You’re all in this together! You’re just a bunch of rogues in uniform!” Liyah shouted, pointing at them with fury. “Do you know who my family is? They will bury you in legal matters if you try to advance any further!”
“Hmph!” The lead officer dropped his pretense entirely, his eyes going cold. “Take her! If she resists, restrain her with extreme prejudice!”
Two police officers lunged. One clamped a brutal grip around my wrist while the other reached for my bag.
“Be smart! Hand it over!”
I fought back, pain shooting through my wrist. The scene spiralled out of control.
At that very instant, the roar of an engine thundered from outside, swallowing every sound.
The heavy door burst open, slammed wide by sheer force. A tall figure stood framed in the doorway, shadowed in storm.
His voice, low and sharp with lethal chill, ripped through the room.
“I’d like to see who dares touch her.”
Liyah and Carson whipped their heads up.
“Alpha Lucien! Claire, look, it’s Alpha Lucien!” Liyah’s voice broke with relief, her eyes instantly reddening as she looked toward the doorway like survivors spotting a lifeboat.
“Alpha Thorne, thank the Goddess that you came just in time!” Carson all but roared, pointing at my cousins and the officers. “These people were about to harm Ms. Reese. They all came in threatening her.”
Lucien strode into view.
Behind him, several black-suited Elite warriors from the pack followed like shadows, bringing with them an oppressive weight.

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