Rhett
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"Sir, the autopsy results are out and here."
"Bring it to my office," Rhett barked, standing up immediately and happy that one thing was moving. "Now."
With an identical look of concern, Farkas and Rhett abandoned their talk and scrambled to Rhett’s office. As they entered his office, they found Alistair standing stiffly at attention. A thick file rested in his hands.
"Sir, the autopsy report on the latest victim," Alistair announced, his voice tight. "Delivered directly from the pack doctors."
Rhett snatched the file, his eyes skimming the contents. "And?"
Sweat beaded on Alistair’s brow. "The results are— disturbing, sir. The victim was a wolf—a young one. A boy, from the looks of it. One good bad thing is that he was killed in the same pattern as the last victim. Eaten to death."
The thought of it was nauseating. The pain...
"As we’ve suspected." Rhett nodded, clenching his jaw.
Farkas, however, gasped, hand flying to his mouth. "Who in the Goddess’s name would do such a thing to a child?"
"A psychotic monster, that’s who," Rhett growled, his knuckles whitening as he clenched the edge of his desk.
Every single detail found out only managed to provoke him more.
"To think this is happening right beneath our watch..." Farkas murmured, head shaking solemnly.
Yes. They were failing the people. It was their duty to protect them, and so far, they’ve not been doing much of that.
Rhett turned his gaze to Alistair. "Lieutenant, what about the census? Have you located any reports of missing wolf children within our pack?"
At least, that would make them know who the dead boy was and compare for any connection with the last victim.
Alistair shifted uncomfortably. "Sir, I was just about to report that before the autopsy results arrived. There are no missing children on our records. The only known cases are the fairy family who disappeared, along with the young wolf girl whose bones were the first we discovered."
What the?!
This information just threw them right where they’d begun. If there were no missing children in the pack, where had the bones surfaced from?
"It just keeps getting more complicated," he muttered.
"Indeed," Farkas agreed. "With no missing children reported, then whose bones are those?"
The question remained unanswered.
Rhett stood abruptly. He primarily wanted to respect the fairies’ fears, but now, things looked such couldn’t be the case anymore. "I have to see the Alpha."
"Good luck with the boy, Rhett." Farkas patted his shoulder and Alistair saluted.
Rhett only nodded at them before striding out of the office.
Despite his irritation for the Alpha, he had no other options. They had to start thinking big and taking huge steps if they wanted this to work.
Swallowing his growing sense of frustration, he headed towards the Alpha’s residence. On getting there, the guards recognized him, and ushered him inside with respect.
They announced his arrival to the Alpha. Moments later, he was ushered into the grand living room.
The sight that greeted him was enough to tie a knot in his stomach. The Alpha, Luna, and Beta were lounging around a table laden with food. They were indulging in a feast of fried chicken.
Internally, Rhett seethed.
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