“So, Leonarya has Margo. Why would Esther be a spy for the woman that captured her aunt?” Blenda inquired, not making sense of the matter.
Shouldn’t the girl be here, on their side, advocating for her aunt’s release; looking for ways to pay back the black witch with her own coin.
“I have asked myself that question a thousand times. The only explanation I could think of is that Leonarya had probably threatened to kill Margo if Esther didn’t work for her, and didn’t spy on the pack. Esther is a good person. I had spoken to her. She was genuinely hurt when Margo had gone missing.” Anthony stated-been the only one that had gotten close to the witch, and whose disappearance hurt the most.
The others in the hall ruminated on Anthony’s statement, making sense of it, Melvina included.
She was beginning to feel a bit ironic for judging the girl and her betrayal. The girl had thought she had no choice, but she, Melvina, had.
“Well, that would make sense.” Sheila finally said, sniffing intermittently. Things had really gone haywire since she left. Perhaps it would have be prevented if she was here?
Well, for one, Arnold wouldn’t have been in the pack for a meeting of peace or whatever. She wouldn’t even have allowed him to separate those years ago. She had always seen him as a slippery snake, and that would be why they never got along.
“And why he would have killed you first during that small war. You were his biggest threat, not his brother, or don’t you remember?” Sika, her wolf, opined, and she sighed.
Sika was right. Arnold would have probably planned her death first. But would he have succeeded?
“So, does anyone know where she could be now?” Dobah asked, already feeling sympathy for the girl.
If what he has been hearing about the black witch was true, then there was little chance that the woman would let the Margo live, and if the Esther runs to her bosom, he could also bet that the Leonarya would utilize her as her puppet or kill her off if she isn’t useful again. He hoped that the latter wouldn’t happen, or rather hadn’t happened already.
The blank looks of the people in the hall told the story that they didn’t know where the girl was.
Dobah sighed, then asked if anyone had anything of hers, so that he could track her down.
“She left with all her properties, as if she knew that this suggestion would be made. When I checked back at her house, the house was locked, and not with a key, but with magic.” Anthony replied, unmoved when Melvina stared at him. She hadn’t known that he had gone to Esther’s house the previous day.
“Well, good , we have Freya here, Sheila too. I guess they can help us with that. They don’t need our input, yeah..?” Dobah inquired, looking at Freya.
“Don’t worry, uncle. I got it covered. But that would be after we are done with this meeting.” Freya answered.
“So, Derek, who is the other person that you think is a spy?” Blenda inquired, intent on not losing track of what they were here for.
“That will be him.” Derek answered, pointing at a guy with dreadlocks sitting in the congregation.
The guy rather looked shocked at being called out for a spy, so shocked that he didn’t even bother to deny or run away. He just stood open-mouthed, a statue not sure of what he was accused of.
Kane was beginning to think that Derek had gotten it all wrong. Blenda’s next statement showed that the female ancient had been thinking the same.
“Are you sure? Derek?” Derek nodded, not moved by the guy’s reaction.
Lent stood up then, aghast and annoyed that Derek would accuse his cousin of spying. “That’s not possible, Derek. This is my cousin, Fayot. No way is he a spy. He justs came from one of his touristic travels a few weeks back. That he was looking around the pack doesn’t count him as a spy.”
Derekk ignored the ranting of lent, and the glares emanating from Anthony, and turned to Blenda. “Is there a way to confirm if he is a spy or not, just like you did to the painting?”
Blenda looked at Dobah, trusting him for answers.
“Sure, there is. Let him come out. We would check him out and see.” She said, looking at Fayot who suddenly stared ahead like a deer caught in tail lights, strengthening Derek’s belief that he was one of Arnold and Leonarya’s spies.
Fayot stepped out gingerly, not sure of what to expect from this gang of supernaturals.
Yes, he was working on something, searching for something, but to work for a witch? That wasn’t in his curriculum.
Not that they would be glad if they found out why he had really come back after leaving the pack when his parents and brother had been killed in the last war.
What had even given Derek the audacity to think that he would work for the people who had been responsible for the death of his parents?
When he came out, he stood in the middle, right where they had casted out the demon in the painting.
His brother, Lent, tried to join him, but Anthony held him back, telling him to stay put so as not to hinder the work of the mages.
If his cousin was not a spy, then there was no cause for alarm. They wouldn’t hurt him of course.
When Freya stepped out to release a magic chant on Fayot, Dobah stopped her.
“You don’t need to stress yourself there, chanting spells.. that is draining. You should rest. Let me try this time around. Besides, our way is faster. I don’t know why you don’t want to embrace that part of you yet.” He said, winking at a Freya who pouted her lips and flung her arms across her chest, scoffing when she saw Aiden staring at her like she was ice cream to his tongue.
The dude could think of nonsense all the time. She mused, watching as Dobah stepped forward to Fayot.