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Helanie:

"What happened afterward?" I was shocked to hear that they hadn’t been living a very loving life before her demise.

I could tell why. Emt was a teenager himself, and he had been burdened with responsibilities. Of course, it couldn’t have been easy for the brothers to watch their little brother go through a painful transformation every full moon. And then there was Azura, she wasn’t helping him either.

What he told made feel like she was really being difficult.

"Norman asked to look after Kaye and Maximus because I wasn’t in the state to carry Azura to the hospital. He took her there, and that’s how the night ended," he paused before softly adding, "The morning I returned ho, I also found out she had gone missing from the hospital."

That’s when I began to rember that Emt had once accused Norman of being behind Azura’s murder.

"Do you think Norman didn’t take her to the hospital?" I asked, not believing it myself. I knew Norman. I knew he would never do sothing like that. Even when, in the beginning, he hated and wanted to shun away, he never did. So why would he do that to Azura and cause his brother such pain?

"No! Absolutely not. I know Norman took her to the hospital," he said, sounding genuinely firm in his response.

But then why did he accuse Norman? His mory couldn’t be blad for it. There’s a difference between having no mory and having a false one.

"Then how did she end up in the well?" I inquired.

"Ah, that’s a mystery. But I always had a theory. Maybe she woke up and left for transition, and because she was weak, she tripped and fell into the well? She was stubborn, though, so I could imagine her going out on her own," he muttered, not once blaming Norman for it.

I leaned back in the seat before uttering, "What were you two arguing about?" It was the sa question I had asked him before. I had a good visual of the night, but never the answer to that exact question.

"Helanie, I told her that I couldn’t feel the sa way toward her as I did during the first two years after she arrived. It was young love, maybe just attraction. But over ti, I realized it was more so forced upon . She was the one who guided my feelings most of the ti. She was the one who would tell how I felt about her, that she saw it in my eyes. I was a young whippersnapper, so I believed her and got into a very immature relationship with her. The kind where even holding hands seed naughty. But the haze of that phase faded with ti. I began to realize I was more curious to find my fated mate than to choose her, and I told her exactly that. She didn’t like it. She began to question my character and even said I was being misled. She claid I had hurt her so much with that thought that one day, she would die because of . And guess what? Right before Norman carried her away, she whispered one last thing into my ear," Emt paused, making watch his face in worry.

"If you hadn’t broken my heart, I wouldn’t have followed you. My blood is on your hands, and I curse you to always rember ," he uttered, then gently touched his neck.

I frowned in confusion, trying to see what he was touching when he said, "And she marked ."

"Emt, what do you an by ’she marked you’?" I asked, curious about his words. It was a bizarre confession to make.

"When a werewolf is dying with a broken heart, she or he can bite you and curse you with their mory," he said softly.

Before I could even react to his statent, I watched him frown and stop the car with a jolt.

I followed his gaze to sothing, or rather, soone deeply disturbing in front of us. It was a group of pack mbers on the road.

"What is going on?" I asked him, even though he was just as clueless as I was. That’s when we began to read the signs they were holding. They were protesting against Altan.

Emt and I rushed out of the car to approach these people, wondering what had compelled such a reaction out of them.

"What is going on?" I asked one lady, who stopped screaming slurs and looked at .

"Our Alpha is incompetent, that’s what’s happening! What has he done for us? Our children are going missing, and all he does is show up and apologize. There has been no developnt in the mysterious disappearances of our children. And then today, he claid they’re leaving on their own. Is that the best he could co up with?" she scread in my face.

Emt quickly pulled away from her, stepping between us.

"Is Altan okay in his head?" Emt asked, turning to .

The crowd was getting crazier. They had alcohol bottles in their hands, and we could only guess where they were headed. They were going to set the pack mansion on fire.

"Why did he have to inform them about the discoveries like that? And he didn’t even explain anything properly to them," I grunted, agreeing with Emt, Altan had completely lost his mind.

"Everyone," Emt gave a reassuring nod, silently promising he would take care of it, then turned to face the crowd.

"Listen to !" he shouted, climbing onto the hood of his car. The crowd fell nearly silent.

"Your Alpha is not wrong about the children leaving on their own—"

As soon as he repeated Altan’s words, the crowd erupted again.

"Fucking shut up and let him finish!" I scread. So people gasped, but it was enough to quiet them down.

"But it’s also true that soone has been manipulating them into leaving," Emt continued. "And that soone will be in front of you soon. I give you my word."

His way of delivering the information made the crowd lower their signs and glance at one another. Of course, they didn’t want to believe their children had left willingly. And it wasn’t entirely true either. So, they clung to Emt’s promise that soone convincing their children to leave would be found.

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