Jayson Holmes’ POV.
I grinned as I turned back to Logan. We both stared at each other for a long while before I looked away. “I was hoping I could get a warm welcome, an embrace or even a kiss on my cheeks but then, I met the angry Logan after fifteen years of being apart.” I mumbled with a smile on my face.
“I don’t know what game you are trying to play here, uncle. Jayson but I am not interested in it!” He scowled as he picked up his glass cup that still had liquor in it.
It was okay. Fifteen years being away, I had gotten used to using my werewolf abilities for my own good, and the more I worked on my senses, the more they remained very sensitive and stronger.
“And you should be the sweetheart, Patricia Shepherd.” I mumbled as I rolled my eyes. “How lovely it is to see you again, Tricia.” I muttered as I got closer to them.
“You know, while growing up, my little boy, Liam, always enjoyed your company. You were such a life to reckon.” I said with a smile.
“I knew I would find you guys here. Growing up, fifteen years ago, I was just 18 years and here I am today, 33 fucking years old.” I chuckled softly as I looked at them.
“I have been in New Kingston ever since Liam got buried and I was pleased seeing you all at his funeral but then, there is one big issue. If the prime suspect, Rex King, isn’t the killer, then who is the killer?” I asked with a grin as I turned to Logan. “Asking why I am here?” I chuckled as I looked at him. “I am here to find the killer responsible for Pedro and Liam’s death.” I said, but this time, with a clearly visible grin on my face.
Logan looked at me as he raised his eyebrows. “Happy looking for the killer, detective!” He scoffed as he sat down back on the sofa chair, as he refilled his cup again with liquor.
“Guess we will see some other time.” I said with a smile as I shifted backwards a bit.
“Some other time?” He chuckled mockingly. “Why don’t you rot in hell?” He scoffed as he looked at me, then he sipped his liquor.
I smiled as I nodded my head. “You remind me of my youthful age, Logan. It will be a great time rotting in hell, hopefully, I might break hell loose.” I smirked as I arranged my shirt before winking at him.
Without saying another word, I walked out of the busy club as I walked down to where I parked my car.
“Jayson Holmes?” I heard a deep voice from behind as I turned around.
I squinted my eyes as I couldn’t in any way recognize the young, looking man.
He stretched out his right hand for a handshake as he maintained his broad smile.
I stood still for a while, reluctant as well.
I could sense that he was a werewolf like me but then, I loved how sophisticated he looked.
I rolled my eyes like I was sizing him up, like he was my opponent here. His freshly woody and musky scent gave him this powerful aura.
“Who are you?” I asked, still hanging his hand up as I was reluctant to shake him.
“How do we get to that part when you have been hanging my hand up for a minute and 3 seconds?” He scoffed as he looked at me.
He smirked as I looked at my wrist watch.
I guess a lot has changed over the fifteen years of me being away from New Kingston.
I forced out a smile as I shook him.
“Collins Morgan.” He finally said his name as we shook. “Nice meeting you, Jayson Holmes. I have been expecting you for months now.” He said as he let go of my hand.
The gentility of his voice was worth getting scared of.
“Expecting me?” I chuckled softly as I looked at him.
“Is he trying to play some games with me?” I said to myself as I kept staring at him.
I felt uneasy because it was obvious he wasn’t a member of the founding families, nor did his face ring a bell.
This was the first time I was coming across someone like him. And from his looks, I could tell he was someone to be scared of.
“Alpha? Pack?” I asked him as I maintained eye contact with him.
“Nahh!” He chuckled softly as he looked at me. “Just a random werewolf you happen to meet once in a lifetime.” He grinned as he looked at me.
I looked at him as I smiled. “Nice meeting you too, Collins.” I muttered. “I must take my leave now. I have got better things to take care of.” I shrugged as I walked past him.
“I know why you are back to New Kingston, Jayson. For five years, I have been putting an eye on every member of the six founding families and within the years, I must say, it has been a beautiful collection of history.” He grinned as he looked at me.
I paused, pulling out my car key as I turned around again back to him.
“How long have you been in New Kingston?” I couldn’t help but ask as I furrowed my eyebrows.
“Not much. Just four years.” He chuckled as he looked at me. “Logan, Jack, Peterson, Owen, Patricia and Helen.” He went on mentioning the names of the heirs.
It was how society worked. 6 powerful werewolf families that first made New Kingston a gold mine, bringing in foreign investors here.
They had a society and the head of the family, including both the wives or husbands’ married in, having pledged allegiance to any of the families, became a member of the society.
“In less than 40 years, they will be the ones in charge of the society meant to protect and preserve the city but then, they are already following the wrong path and the society does nothing but to protect its own.” He snapped as he looked at me.
I paused as I looked at him. There was something mysterious about him. But then, I couldn’t figure it out.