Chapter Thirty Three

*Charles POV (5 months since Emily's rescue) *

Looking down at Zack's decomposed body, I knew this would happen. When he first put his plan into motion, he left me a package to open if he were to ever die. I call a couple of rouge wolves to come and bury his body while I head back to my house to open the package. I made trips here every few months to check in on things. I knew on day I would walk into this, but I did not think it would be this soon. I still have about 15 hours before I get back to my house. I am curious on how they found him. He seemed so careful this time.

After the flight and getting home I grab a shovel and head into my back yard. I decided to bury the package and was hoping to never have to dig it up. Digging up the package I open it up and find a burner phone, a letter and some photos. The photos are of a man and the only number in the phone is that of a guy names James. I unfold the letter and begin to read it.

Charles,

If you are reading this that means I am dead. If this is the case, I would like for you to call me mentor, James. Tell him about my demise and tell him I would like to move on to plan B. He may not fully agree with anything I wanted but being my maker and mentor, he still feels obligated to help me. You have always been a great help to me and to show that appreciation some more I am leaving you anything left of my estate. The only way you can get my estate is by reaching out to James for me. Once again, thank you for everything.

Zack.

Closing the letter and pulling out the phone I press dial on the contact in the phone. It only rings a couple times before a male voice answer. "Hello?"

"Hello. My name is Charles, you probably do not know who I am, but I was an associate of Zack's. He left me a note saying to contact you and ask you to put plan B into motion."

"Plan B. This means Zack is dead. I knew he was being foolish. Now he wants me to risk my life for some wolves."

"I am just relaying the message."

"Message relayed. I will make sure I play out his plan B. If I knew this was how he would be I would have never turned him. The unspoken bond between a vampire and his sire are pretty much unbreakable and we are supposed to fulfil any leftover business they may have."

"If you need any help, I would be willing to help you for a small fee."

"Listen, wolf.... I am over a thousand years old. I do not need wolf help. I can do this all on my own. This plan is all based on if he has a child though. Does Zack have a child?"

Hesitating, I respond. "Yes. He has a son. He is about 6 months old now."

"Perfect. That is all I needed to know. Thank you for contacting me. I will make sure to send all the paperwork over that you need for whatever Zack had left over."

"Than-" Click.

He hangs up before I can finish saying thank you. Vampires can be so damn moody. I decide to hang onto the phone just in case he needs to call me back. I burn the photos and the letter. I do not know what Zack had in store for the family, but it somehow involves their son.

A son. Thinking back to my past I remember my son like it was yesterday. He would have been 17 in just a few days. Losing him and my mate changed me and made me into a ruthless person, even turned me into a rouge wolf. They had just left for the store. We decided to separate ourselves a little from our pack and lived off pack lands. Living 40 minutes from the closest grocery store meant they had to travel to get there. Coming home from work I remember seeing the lights on the road right before our neighborhood. I saw the first car and was thinking to myself how I am glad my mate and pup are safe at home. Right after saying that I see my mate’s car flipped over and smashed on top. I stop my car right where it is and get out, running to the car. A cop stops me, and I ask him where my wife and child are. Looking over his shoulder I look more closely at the wreck and see two white sheets on the ground by the car. I go numb and break out of the cops hold. I run to the sheets and uncover one, exposing my wife's body. I uncover the other one and see my son. I fall in between them. I hear the officer behind me explaining how a drunk driver crossed the line and hit them head on causing the car to flip. He tells me he is sorry for my loss and leaves me alone. I start to lose my head and start to shift right there. Before anyone can see me, I take off into the woods where I finish shifting. I cannot bring myself to shift back to human form for 3 months. I lived as a wolf.

Since losing my family I have been a rouge. I do not even know where my family is buried. I could not bring myself to go ask my Alpha. I have pretty much kept to myself since becoming a rouge. I have not wanted to trigger my second chance mate bond. I have enjoyed my life as a rouge and I have no plans to ever go back to pack life. I will never understand why it was my family that night.