Chapter Hundred and Thirty-Eight – Lycan in them.
Rihanna’s POV
The boy cleared his thirst, leaving his stooping position. “Actually. Logan is our dad.”
My mind didn’t catch him at first but I slowly did. What now? I moved away from the boy.
Was this a joke? Logan isn’t his father.
“What do you mean?” I had to ask.
“My grandmother was killed by her brother. That was Logan. We went back to him as he’s the last family we had.” The boy explained.
Okay, that wasn’t a good news. My heart didn’t pound any lower. So they were related to Logan?
And his nephew was basically in front of me? What if I killed him now to spare myself any future issues? Would that be reckless?
I grew a great amount of hate for the boy at that moment. “Do you know what telling me all these would do to you?”
“I’m being open to you as I have no choice. Logan doesn’t care about me so it’s not like you can leverage on that information.”
True. He was truly alone, no matter what.
“So that’s why you followed him.” I scoffed. “Your warrior, your sister’s mate exactly, said Logan had promised you power.”
He had a softened expression when I mentioned his sister. “For warriors who aren’t family, the collaboration with Logan will give them power.”
Stupid. It wouldn’t have produced anything.
Logan wanted all werewolfs dead and they were werewolfs. Everything had been a lie and they died for nothing.
Who knew why he even killed his sister? Could be because of one twisted reason or the other.
“Don’t blame the Black Rose Alpha for your father’s death, blame your grandmother who birthed him. Was her mate a werewolf?”
“Yes.”
The answer stunned me.
I looked up, hoping to catch a glimpse of the Moon goddess? What was she thinking by mating a Lycan and a werewolf?
“Whatever.” I hid my shock. “You aren’t as strong as a Lycan or hold any wolf rank, you should do something about it.”
He made a small bow. “Since it seems you are accepting my pathetic ass into your pack, I’d do my best.”
I smirked. “You better.”
As he left, I had conflicting thoughts on whether to tell the other Alphas that he was related to Logan or leave it be?
Either ways, it meant he had a Lycan inside of him. It would be lower than it was in his father but it still there. Could it cause future problems?
“Lycans weren’t born evil, you know? They are just usually evil.” Lana informed.
“Oh please, all the wolfs related to anything Lycan I know, have been nothing but trouble.” I retorted, still watching the boy leave.
But this boy could be killed if I said anything. And he had lost so much already.
“And was his sister, Mi Vida, a Lycan’s firstborn but still weak? Lycans aren’t born evil or strong. They grow into it.” Lana informed again.
I nodded, consoling myself with that. This boy might find something useful to do with his life.
I didn’t even think battle was for him, he may make a better spy. “Okay. That was by the way.”
I shuffled through reports and letters I needed to check on my table. They were usually few as Beatrice handled majority.
One of them, a freshly brought in letter caught my attention. I knew it was freshly brought as it hadn’t accumulated dust like the others.
My mind link got tugged on as I picked it to read. “Yes, Beatrice?”
“So what do we do with Mi Destino?” she asked.
My brows raised, both for the first thing I saw on the letter and for my mind wondering who the hell Mi Destino was?
“Mi Destino? Mi Vida’s brother?” enquired from Beatrice. Where did they get such names from?
“Yes. What category should we put him under?”
“Well, I have no plans of building his strength so let’s see if we could build his smarts. Hmm?” I replied Beatrice.
A part of me wondered if I should be open and make Beatrice understand he had Lycan blood.
But I didn’t know how’d she react, especially a Lycan had messed around with her son.
“Okay then.” She didn’t probe further and she cut the connection.
I left my seat, pacing around, holding up the letter in my hands. Who could have sent me this trashy thing with spellings errors?
“Let my father go or fece the wrarth of Fuerza!”
I could ignore the weird name I saw but I had to ponder on who this Fuerza was.
And his father? Who the heck was he?
If I should write back, I didn’t even know where to address the letter to. I brought the paper to my nostrils and breathed it in.
There were stench of animal waste and dust. Like it hadn’t been used for long, despite it’s clean appearance.
“Dara, these letters were dropped by messengers, right? Was there one you couldn’t recognize?” I immediately mind linked her.
“Um… I don’t know these messengers so I don’t recognize all.” She replied immediately.
“No, like.” I rephrased. “All messengers wear uniforms that relate them to a pack. Was they a messenger that looked suspicious?”
There was a ten seconds silence from her side. “Not sure. I don’t really take notice of them.”
I sighed, folding the letter and tossing it away.
“The only thing I noticed was Black Hills messenger changed.” Dara added.
I tilted my head. “They changed?”
From all my years there, they had always been a group that groomed messengers.
A group of girls only, that was the only time Black Hills valued their females.
“Yeah, I don’t think it’s anything important though. It was usually a female but today, it was a male. That’s all.” Dara chuckled.
Wait, that was wrong. For years the messengers had always been females. Sometimes they acted like spies.
A male finally joining would be commendable or derogatory as all male in Black Hills aspired to be warriors.
“Did he wear the uniform? I’m asking as I saw a strange letter here and so far, there’s no actual letter from Black Hills themselves.”
I felt Dara become tensed as she hummed. “I really didn’t take note. He was a cute one but I didn’t notice his outfit.”
“It’s alright then. Thank you and please be careful.” I switched off the mind link.
Whoever this Fuerza was, he should meet face to face so I’d know what he’s talking about.
And he had a wrath to show me? The impudence! May it not be another Logan.