WHITNEY

I followed him, but not immediately, I feared being noticed before, I would reach the island.

I couldn't be angry with him, everything he made was just to protect me, all he wished was just my good.

I gave every necessary information to the advocate for this arrest, I couldn't wait for his arrival. Something was hustling me, shouting inside of me, telling me I had to protect him.

But how?

They were both werewolves and I was just a little weak woman, I didn't know how I would help, but, I had to try something.

I couldn't stay like that knowing he was fighting for me, for my freedom.

I called Addams' pilot, to lead me to this island with his helicopter.

I wasn't sure it would succeed, I wasn't sure the pilot would accept to lead me there, that perhaps Addams had given him every instruction, but I had to try every possible trick.

I called and surprisingly, he agreed with so much enthusiasm to take me to this island. I understood Addams hadn't let any words about what was happening escape his lips.

Though what did this pilot have in mind?

Why respond with this gaiety?

It had been a long time now since he hadn't seen me with Addams, maybe he thought it was for a reconciliation.

Maybe

However, what could have been the motive behind this enthusiasm, I was thankful.

In the helicopter, I told him to leave me not too far from the house, but far enough to impede him to hear the engine snore.

He was stunned, he couldn't understand why I didn't want to land directly near the house.

I couldn't tell him what was happening there. Addams should be the one to do it, if he had decided not to escape any word, I should do similarly.

He insisted that there was enough place to land without any inconvenience.

I blurted sternly to land as I ordered, though, explaining it was a gift, a surprise I wanted to do.

At this motive, he agreed and after almost two hours we were on this island.

The time seemed to be relatively long, It seemed I would have never succeeded to reach there.

But I was there, and as I had told, he landed and indicated the path I had to pursue, to reach the house without being remarked.

Hope with his super hearing, Armand wouldn't hear me come.

I had to be vigilant.

The island was beautiful, but he indicated I should follow the path where there were trees, the path which looked like a little forest if I expected not to be seen coming.

I should try everything to remain hidden, I didn't want to afflict him any concern with my presence.

I continued, and hid behind every tree, after every sudden noise I listened.

That was a fucking scary moment, my heart, everything inside of me was shaking with fear at every step I made forward.

Though, I didn't have to stop inching.

For him.

That was the utmost motive, I didn't want to lose him. No one again should perish.

After almost thirty minutes of walking, I could have a peek at the frightful scene.

My heart thundered at the first glimpse. Hell, it was awful and it frosted instantly my blood.

I looked at the two immense creatures surrounded by the pack's members.
It was my first time to see a werewolf in his beast form, no wonder why their existence should remain hidden.

I stayed hidden behind a tree, discreetly peering at the scene. In a normal situation, they would have certainly noticed my presence, but now they were all immersed in the wrestle.

I looked at the two beasts standing there, unable to differentiate Addams from Armand.

The two were bleeding, the fight has been rude, but one wolf was bleeding more than the other.

I presumed Addams was the one who had the advantage, he was the one supposed to be powerful cause he was younger than his dad hence, he was the one supposed to have more vivacity.

I didn't move my peek from the crowd even for a twinkle, I couldn't, what was happening would define the rest of my existence.

I noticed a corpse on the ground, just near the people surrounding them.

I looked attentively, and it was Petterson's corpse.

I instantly received a shock in my heart.
I huffed with panic, and immediately put my hand on my mouth not to let any noise escape my mouth again.

I sat on the ground, always behind this tree, I noticed everyone had thrown their attention to my direction.

They had heard the noise.

I had to remain calm, being remarked on now would be a total disappointment.

With another discreet glance, they were back to their occupation, fortunately for me, I was hidden in the dark.

Hell. He had killed him, it was Armand I could swear about.

Addams would have never been able to do such a thing.

But why? Why had he done it?

Did he know about Petterson's conspiracies?

Impossible. Petterson was too smart to be discovered.
It meant Addams had denounced him.

Though, how had he managed to convince Armand of his Beta's faithlessness?

"I will ask you for the last time, tell me where I will find her, and your life will be saved" I heard a voice that pissed me out of my thoughts.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, if this voice was the one looking after me, it meant Addams was the one in this defective condition.

What was fucking going on, how Addams could be defeated by his father?

I started being frightened by this man and understood why in this book, it was told the Alpha was the strongest of the pack.

I peered at Addams, he was losing his blood in such a frightful way. It was just a miracle to see him on his feet after the way he was oozing.

"You'll receive nothing from me. if you want to kill me, just do what you have to do but you'll never have a touch on her" He spoke with a stuttering breath.

He was tired, a tear escaped my eyes from my cheeks.

"If it is your wish, I will help you fulfilling it" Armand spoke inching toward him.

Addams was petrified, motionless, waiting for him to put an end to his suffering.

My breath changed, and my heart was racing, I didn't notice when I picked the handgun from my pocket and shot at him. The handgun, I had stolen in Armand's chamber that day.

I made it instinctively. I couldn't stay calm looking at my soulmate dying.

"No, no, no" I came out of this darkness, yelling, and shooting at him with tears on my cheeks.