Sleeping didn’t seem to be an option that night, so Rhett instead spent his time working on another case.
He and Farkas had concluded that there was a high-ranked traitor in their midst a while back, and Rhett had suspected Beta Darius... Before his death.
After reporting the Beta’s death to Alpha Beowulf, he noticed something off about him and began suspecting that he was the traitor.
However, with everything he’d discovered today, he was beginning to rethink that as well.
"Fergus..." He muttered to himself as he drummed his fingers on his table.
A vampire so cunning that he’d kept himself hidden in their midst all this while without arousing any suspicions. Rhett felt like there was more to him than meets the eye.
The night of the last vampire attack, someone had definitely informed the vampires of their moon festival. It wasn’t a coincidence, it was a pre-meditated attack. If this traitor was ignored and allowed to live, then their plans for the war would be in jeopardy.
"What if I’ve been looking at things from the wrong angle?" Rhett mused as he stood up, trying to piece things together.
He needed to think like the traitor. If he were a traitor working with the vampires, what would be his gain? What promise could they use to rile him in?
"Power..." He answered his own question as the picture he was trying desperately to paint started getting clearer.
Rhett had one person in mind but he shook his head in doubt. If truly they were the traitor and they were in this for power... Then it meant he’d failed. He’d put his trust so much in this person.
"If the Alpha were the traitor, wouldn’t he have alerted the vampires of the fairy Queen’s arrival and find a way to easily get them into the pack to kill her?" He thought out loud.
It just didn’t make sense. Alpha Beowulf was a suspicious and secretive man no doubt, but he didn’t look like the kind who’d do something like this. He was literally at the top of the food chain within the pack.
Rhett drew in a deep breath. He’d have to keep his suspicions to himself for now and keep tabs on the person he had in mind.
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The next morning, the pack was woken up with terrible news. A fairy girl who worked at the Aurora Hotel was murdered.
Rhett had to mobilize some pack soldiers and drive with them to the scene. Luckily, Farkas was already there with some pack soldiers, who’d closed off the hotel from the civilians.
"Farkas." Rhett blurted when he pulled over and stepped down from the car. "What is the situation?"
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