Santuary of love

(B1: Cristopher) Chapter 2

“Derek, we need your help.” Armatos heard the voice of his old friend and..., he did not know how many times he had hesitated to call him. But he had no other choice, Veronica was not going to accept half measures with this point. “I know it was an onetime thing, but Derek, we lose him. Cristopher is dead, stabbed seventeen times by a sick bastard. According to his diary, it can be understood that he was r***d by his mother and Veronica still does not know that part. What I'm saying is that you have a job. Quoting Veronica's words: money is not a problem if you say no and we lose another child, she will go through your guts. As I saw it today, I don't doubt it. She is looking for a culprit and wants heads to roll. Now it is against the system for obstructing the process, both that of acquiring information and avoiding the visit to our children when they leave our jurisdiction.

“Why should I worry about a woman who doesn't know me.”

“I'm going to put it this way. Veronica is an omega who has been wounded deep in her heart, by the killing of a pup in her pack. One of her cubs has been cruelly murdered by those who swore to protect him, believe me, you don't want that woman behind your neck.” Armatos smile a little, thinking of Derek's face at that moment. He understood unfairness, they were fighting it from ten years ago in the places Derek had to go to live.

“I knew it was bad news. Why did I take that damn call?”

“You had to run again from the place where you were, you had no job and it is a job in which you are excellent. Just let her know you, I don't think there's much work. She will be watching those around us and have not seen in more than a few months. I would text you the contact information. It doesn't matter when or how but call her. It could be that you find that you are not as unwanted in the world as you think.” Armatos whispered more to himself than to his friend who had hung up when he told him about the text. He sighed again looking at the place each adoptive son or daughter of Doña Carlota had helped to grow, create, and evolve. The mission was to give the children who came to those homes a chance. It was beautiful, it was a rose bush with its thorn, like any system created by humans. Imperfect, but it was the first time that these imperfections cost the life of one of the children. The fowl flavor in his mouth linked to them failing Cristopher.