A Sin of Her Own

Chapter 41

"Security has been tight," he walked over from his kitchen to join her on the couch opposite, "after everything with Athdara, Eóghan's kept everything on the down low. Try not take it personal."

Lucy's heart sank at the mention of her packmate, "Yeah, I understand that. I wasn't expecting Athdara to be working with the Roosevelts, she helped me to track the mole for fuck sake!" She took a sip before meeting Angus's gaze, "I just miss my Alpha."

"I know," he responded with a small smile, "until the Doctor has observed her properly and has a better understanding with what's going then hopefully Eóghan will allow you to see her."

"How longs that gonna take? I could help, she might recognise me and shift!"

"Wishful thinking Lucy," his tone low, "she hasn't recognised anyone to date, she's even snapping at Brett."

Her shoulders slumped as she took another drink. "Have you tried Nathan?"

Angus did not miss a beat as his features scowled. Lucy kept her face neutral as she observed the pure hate emanating from her packmate. "No, he's locked up with Athdara in the cells."

Before she could comment, Angus continued. His eyes flashing with his wolf, "Olig found him drunk, not even two metres into the eastern forest. Would've died if they didn't find him... Wish Olig had left him but no, Eóghan's became righteous."

"That's nothing new but I'm pretty surprised he even managed to leave his cabin," she tutted, "but still, he's her true mate. Even if he is a complete dickhead."

"If he's her destined mate then I've lost all faith in soulmates. He does not deserve her, and he needs to stay in the cells or be executed, no exception. But that's not what I want to talk to you about, I need your help."

Lucy raised a brow, "My help? With what?"

"With all the shit that's going on trust is something that Eóghan and Brett are concerned about. We don't know who is in on the revolt and want Titania's head and who isn't anymore, so information is now kept strictly between trusted Duskfall wolves. They asked me to persuade you to monitor both Athdara and Nathan."

Her heart paused, "In the cells?"

With Angus confirming her assumption, she puffed out dejectedly, "Like a glorified babysitter? I thought you meant help with Titania."

She gulped down the rest of her coffee as Angus gave her a pitiful look. She knew her disappointment was written all over her expression, clear as day, as the flicker of hope diminished. Even her wolf was growling within, upset at the prospect of monitoring two dishonest and devious wolves.

"I'll do it." At her sudden admission, Angus sprouted a smile as he mind-linked his superior of the news.

"But it's not for you. It's for Titania."

French Alpha Lumiere, couldn't help but let his lip curl as wolves hurled hurtful slurs to the young wolves of Duskfall.

Pulling two teenagers apart who were in each other's faces, he scolded them. "Watch your mouth, that is no way to peak to another person."

The Belgian boy simply spat at the Duskfall teen, flashing teeth as he openly displayed his opinions, "That's if you consider savages like them a person."

The Duskfall wolf's face hardened as he stood tall. He was a burly boy with all the traits a Duskfall wolf had: determined, headstrong and a hardened mass like the Mountains had carved him themselves. His eyes flickered with irritation before the emotion disappeared. With a hardened fist, he was primed, ready to defend against the focused onslaught.

It took him by surprise, for he was simply sitting fixing some wires in one of the cabins before he was targeted. He did not provoke. Just existed and the very thought of the slander against his pack and Alpha had his blood boiling and wolf licking its teeth.

The group that had gathered cheered at the insult while Lumiere dragged the boy to the floor. With his fangs bared he forced his wolf to the forefront, his eyes flashing from their blue to his wolf's. "I told you to stop, now go back to your cabin and don't let me catch you treating wolves like this again."

The Belgian boy simply stood and gave the Alpha a small nod of respect. However, his eyes conveyed the lack of will to heed his words. Instead, they promised that it would simply occur again and again. While Lumiere may be fighting against the current, it was fruitless; especially with the wicked words going around the packs.

Teens dispersed with a clear divide. Duskfall with eleven young wolves pitted against twenty-five of the other young European wolves. The rest of the European teenagers refused to play and instead remained mute, watching the hurtful attacks.

The hostility was mounting, and the verbal and physical confrontations became more frequent. The French Alpha knew exactly where they had spouted from – Alpha Alfonso.

Hatred was filtering from the adults downwards to the children and Duskfall was becoming more and more alienated. After current events, it only strengthened Alfonso's snake like whispers. And many followed them, believing them as fact.

Even his fellow French Alpha, Jules, was becoming more and more suspicious of the upper ranks of Duskfall.

While Lumiere tried to talk sense to his affiliated Alphas, they seemed to be sucked into a hurricane of scepticism, jealousy, and thanklessness towards Duskfall and their Alpha. It pained him; to see what Titania had brought to him and his pack only retained his respect for the woman, yet Alfosno was scarring those sentiments.

'Duskfall sent your wolves into a fight that wasn't even theirs! Wasted lives to a wasted woman.'

He had remembered the words Alfonso had graced him with the days previous, just after the apparent return of Titania. He had told Alfonso of his admiration of Titania multiple times, much to the male's curled lip, and did not see any wrong him the deaths: they had volunteered, not been forced to co-operate.

The turn of events was monumental. But the grudge had always been present, building from Duskfall's advantage over teenage shifts and gradually expanding from their arrival, to deaths now supposedly under Titania's name.

While one Alpha failed to control Duskfall, another had grown in strength. Bolstering patriarchal views and manipulating without caution or care. 

A slithery version of a man with little function in his legs but with a mind of trickery and deceit: twisted venom from a twisted snake.

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