NovelFinishChapter 89 1288 Vouchers I watch them, a tightness in my chest growing with each passing second. “Bree,” I start, but she cutsoff with a look.
"I won't risk your son, Soren," she states flatly, not lettingfinish. And with that, she turns away, scooping up the last of her things.
I'm left standing there, torn between the need to protect and the impulse to hold her back. But deep down, I know she's right. Max can't see what happens during the shift. It's too raw, too wild. He's too young to understand.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtResigned, I turn and make my way down the corridor. I have paperwork to lodge, and I need to check with border patrols.
Stepping into the dimly lit space, its walls lined with bookshelves. This is where I can think and where I can work; my mother mostly knows not to botherhere. But today, it feels like a cage, confiningwith its four walls while Bree prepares to run off with the moon. It makesantsy, knowing the risk she is putting herself through. I never really considered the dangers for she- wolves on a full moon, and I've never been close enough to one to have to worry about their well-being during one.
My hands find the edge of the desk, my fingers gripping the wood until it almost hurts.
With a heavy sigh, I sink into the chair just as the door to my office swings open with a force that startlesfrom my thoughts. Glancing at the door, I find it is my brother.
Chapter 89 (uchers: Damian strides in, his usually immaculate suit bearing the creases of a day. In his hand, he clutches an envelope, and he holds it up. I wonder what has put him in such a bad mood. Damian's face is etched with frustration, his brows furrowed, and his jaw set tight. His eyes, usually calm and calculating, now blaze with an intensity that catchesoff guard. He slams the envelope onto my desk, the sound echoing through the room.
"Trouble," he says, a single word that comes out in almost a growl as he points to the envelope on my desk. I raise an eyebrow at his uncharacteristic display of anger, my pulse quickening as I reach for the envelope-my mind races with possibilities, each one more troubling than the last. The tension in the room is palpable, and I can feel my own frustration bubbling beneath the surface as I prepare to deal with whatever has my brother so angry.
A glance at the council's seal has my stomach tightening. The image of a Lycan, its eyes narrowed, and its claws extended, sends a chill down my spine. As it stares at me, its teeth are sharp and menacing. I reach for the papers, pulling them free. The words swim before my eyes, but their meaning is unmistakable. No record of a Brielle. It's as if Bree never existed at least not in our society at all; she should have at least something more than a birth certificate; surely she has a credit history or something, a driver's license.
Perhaps Brielle has been living off the grid, avoiding any formal documentation to keep her identity hidden. Another possibility is that someone with significant power has erased her records, effectively wiping her existence from all official databases. Alternatively, she could be using an alias, which would explain the absence of any traceable history under her real name.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm30.44% Chapter 80 288 Mouchers "Damian, this has to be an error." My voice sounds distant, even to my own ears, as I continue to read the letter from the council. It's not impossible for her to have no other documentation if she was born and raised as a Rogue. Damian's eyes widen in disbelief, and he runs a hand through his hair, clearly troubled by the lack of information about her.
"This changes everything," he mutters, his voice low and filled with concern. "We have no idea who you have living under your damn roof. How do you not see an issue with this? She is clearly hiding something!" He paces the room, pausing only to glance at the council's seal, the weight of the situation sinking 1. in.
He hovers over the desk like a damn vulture circling a carcass. “She's not who she claims to be, Spren. You dus e need to dut her loose-before this blows back on you and Max. She could be a serial killer for all we know!" Haugh at his words. What could a werewolf possibly do to harmor Max in a castle filled with Lycans and guards?
"You can't trust her. She's not who she says she is. You have to let her go." He sighed in frustration. “It's for En: your own good."
I look up from the damning documents, meeting his gaze squarely. "No. Bree's past might be a mystery, but she's no liar. Tell the council to dig deeper. The historical database- there has to be something there; look into her grandmother if need be." Chapter 90
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