Chapter Four.
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THE MURDER.
The state of being left behind at a particular place, where joy, happiness, has been the order of the day. But something all of a sudden occur which stain the black ridge garment
The Murder case.
It was not just a tragedy event only, it was separate issues entirely for decade years ago. With silience, tensions, inside the polished, excellent, gentlemen wolves which rules from the shadows.
Deep within the wild land of expanding Gray moor Estate home of the gentlemen wolves. Alpha lay down the body of Nathaniel Ruth. A young missionary from a very powerful and well connected neighboring region.
He was found lifeless on the polished beside (oak) wood floor in the drawing room. His throat not cut off, but torn by a curved claw.
They is a heavy scent of wolf filled the air not just anyhow wolf, but one of theirs
Larry the elder state man of the Gentlemen Ultimate Wolf council and the most feared alpha of them all, stood over the corpse with storm in his eyes. He had led for nearly three decades years with strength and calculated to control reserving the peace between rival packs and enemy of hunters who dared challenge their supremacy.
But now, the young representative dead and suspicious seeping into every corridor of Gray moor, even his iron rule teetered on the edge.
"The murder must not reach human ears, larry said in a very cold forbidden tune, his voice gravel and frozen. “This is an internal betrayal and we will treat it as such finding out hand behind this act.
Dora Cain, his second-in-command and the enforcer of the Circle, was already scenting the air, narrowing his eyes with focused intensity. Dora had been raised a rogue before being accepted into the gentlemen’s fold, cunning, and loyal to the Alpha, but not above suspicious himself.
Around them gathered the Circle, liam over throne the charming, but secretive enough, Lucky, the warrior with a violated temper and Cassian Wren, the young beta who had recently lost his mate under mysterious circumstances. Every one of them was capable. Every one of them had motive.
Nathaniel's presence at Greymoor had been more than ceremony. Rumors whispered of an alliance between Silver capture and the rival Iron claws, a betrayal that could breakthrough centuries of custom and tradition. If Nathaniel had come to negotiate or spy, or both his death was either a warning or a silence.
But from whom?
The investigation fell to Helen Grey, the lonely human bonded to the pack through an ancestoral blood oath. Smart cool-headed and trained in both human and supernatural law, Helen was not ordinary investigator, She walked among beasts and was respected at least tolerated for her sharp unshakable presence. Her love for Cassian had once threatened to turn over the Circle’s code. but right now it tensions high her neutrality which made her indispensable unshakable.
The blood suggests a struggle,” she said, kneeling near the body, brushing her gloved hand across the floor. “But there’s no sign of forced entry. This wasn’t an ambush. Nathaniel knew his killer.
Lucky scoffed. Or thought he did. The boy was naive, He came into our territory unguarded. That alone was stupidity.”
“Or trust,”
Cassian shot back, his voice edged with furious.
You always hated the idea of peace with Silver fang. “Enough,”
Larry thundered. This is not the time to (squabble) of unnessary argument.
We find the truth, We find the killer.
Helen noted something unusual a piece of velvet near the heart. Not just any fabric, but a piece from a ceremony coat worn only during full moon rituals.
She glanced up sharply. “Who conducted the rite last night?”
liam looked uneasy. It was Lucky and I. Cassian was excused. He wasn’t feeling well.
With convenient, Lucky muttered.
Helen stood. “The blood on Nathaniel isn’t his alone, I need to test it.
“But you already suspect,” Dorian said quietly.
“Your eyes betray it.”
Helen didn’t deny it. Tears started constructing, the scent trail, the presence of two types of bloodline all signs pointed to someone who had been close to Nathaniel. And though she couldn’t say it aloud yet, the evidence was leading her to someone with deep grief and a reason to lash out.
Cassian.
Two years ago, his mate had been murdered while on natural ground the Silver fang territory, The killer had never been found. Nathaniel’s arrival, his smile, his apologies on behalf of a pack that had never owned its guilt it might have been too much for Cassian’s wounded soul.
She confronted him that night under the moonlight, where they had once shared quiet moments of love and stolen joy.
Did you do it? she asked, her voice cracking. “Did you kill him?”
His golden eyes were shadowed. He lied to me. Said he didn’t know anything about Mira’s death. But I saw it in his eyes. He knew.
So you tore his throat?”
“No,” he growled stepping back. I wanted to, But god knows, I almost did. But I didn’t. I found him already dying. I tried to stop the bleeding. My blood’s on him because I held him, Helen.
She looked into his eyes, searching for the truth. And she found it. Pain. Regret. But not guilt,Then who?
A scent struck her then faint but unmistakable sandal wood and cedar. Larry's personal cologne.
She returned to the scene, following the faint trail to the library where the records were kept. Inside, she found hidden scrolls correspondence between Alaric and the Iron claws. Nathaniel had discovered them. And he had threatened to expose the Alpha.
“You killed him,” she said quietly as larry entered behind her.
The Alpha didn’t deny it. “He was going to destroy everything I built. One naive boy, eager for glory. He thought his truth mattered more than our survival.”
“You murdered him on sacred ground,” she said. “That’s treason.”
It’s justice, larry replied. I protected my pack.”
But the Circle wouldn’t see it that way.
Helen didn’t need to report it. Dorian had followed her. He had heard everything.
When dawn broke, Gray moor was no longer under larry’s rule. The Council voted, and Dorian took the mantle of Alpha with liam as his right hand. Larry was expelled from the mountains, stripped of title and bond.
Nathaniel was buried under the moonlight, his death finally honored.
Cassian, cleared of guilt, walked away from the investigation forever changed, his heart hardened but still beating for Helen, for truth, for the future.
The murder had threatened to tear the Gentlemen Ultimate Wolf apart. But in the end, it revealed what true leadership meant not dominance, but sacrifice. Not secrecy, but justice.
And in the silence that followed, a new era began.
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