2.identity discovered
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Running through the forest, Aron pays particular attention to every smell and sound because it allows him to spot danger or other. Until he arrived at the pack house, he didn't notice anything and that's already better. He enters the room which is reserved only for him and regains his form. It was luck that his wolf took so long. He thinks he has time to breathe a little but Saga presents himself to him and he can see worry in her eyes.
“How bad is the damage?” He asks, his voice husky with anger.
“I think she got lucky today but it won’t always be the same, Aron. I think this attack was just a warning that we should take seriously. The pack is in danger and if I trust my instincts, I would say that the pack is in even more danger now."
Aron doesn't feel the same way. This danger that Saga says he feels is not the case for him but for his pack, as Alpha, he must ensure their safety. He shoves his hands in his pants pockets and begins to pace around the room when a noise from outside catches his attention. He goes out at lightning speed and thanks to the keenness of his hearing, he manages to understand the origin of these noises. He can't get there so he waits.
“We have to do something, Aron.”
“I know but I’m going to have to find out what’s going on first. Ask the head of Savior Moon High School to meet me here in less than a minute.”
Saga nods and Aron goes inside with a foggy mind. He can't stand seeing people sow terror in the hearts of his people because he had to sacrifice so much in his life to rebuild his pack. He does not intend to spare anyone who participated directly or indirectly in this charade.
When he hears a throat clearing behind him, he turns around.
“Children injured but none dead, Mr. Dhal.”
“And how can you explain this?”
“It was a very specific attack that was only intended to sow terror, which was very successful because the children are all terrified. This is perhaps a warning and we should take drastic measures now to preserve ours.”
Aron clenches his fists as the green of his eyes turns blood. Terrifying children is a very bad choice to provoke them. These children are the hope of his pack to perpetuate their race so he cannot bear that someone hopes to cause their extinction.
"Mr. Dhal, we believe that this line of hunters still exists."
Aron hates it when people mention these people. He can't stand it because it's their fault that his whole family disappeared at one time. He realizes that he doesn't have enough time since everything seems to be escaping him.
“You will make sure to reassure the children and the rest I will take care of.”
The manager leaves and Aron looks at Saga. Despite his cousin's dedication, he still feels like something is wrong. He can hear the thoughts of each person in his pack when he wants but never those of Saga or only rarely.
"I'm going back to the office now. I have received the file of the last of the hunters and I am going to see who is this insignificant being who dares to provoke me."
“Man or woman” asks Saga.
“I have no idea. I didn't have time to open it because you called me. From this evening there will be a solution to this problem, I promise you.”
“I’m coming with you, Aron.”
“You can’t come with me because you’re like the guardian of this pack, Saga. I trust you to watch over her so please stay here. I’ll let you know when I’ve read it.”
Saga says nothing and watches Aron leave. He doesn't mind watching over the pack as he always did, but knowing the hatred that has contaminated his cousin's soul, he wants to be with him during this discovery because yes, the hunters have deprived him of his parents for a very long time. They had always slaughtered werewolves, seeing them as a dangerous species to be exterminated.
Aron has arrived at the company and is holding the file in his hand. He looks at it with apprehension as if a sacrifice must be made before he opens it. He decides to finally do it when the knocking is heard at his office door. Before he even turns around, the door opens to reveal Saga.
“I remember asking you not to come, Saga. What are you doing here?”
“I know you very well Aron and I prefer to be with you.”
He can't send him away so he agrees to let him stay. He sits down in his office chair and opens the file. He asked everything about this person up to recent photos in order to spot them more easily.
“Liv Larsen, aged twenty-four…”
Aron stops for a moment, not even wanting to continue reading. Only twenty-four years old and a young girl like that manages to sow terror in the hearts of her people? This is unacceptable, truly unacceptable. He turns the page and what he sees freezes him on the spot.
Memories from a few hours earlier resurface in his mind, he wants to think he dreamed but no, that's not possible. Honey-colored hair reaching down to the small of her back, white blouse slipped into a black suit, her long bare legs just as perfect and black pumps that covered her feet. This image has lived in his mind since the moment he met this young woman and now he has only one desire, to make her suffer until she asks for forgiveness for all the harm that her family had done to them.
In this image in the file, she is smiling revealing her perfect teeth that would seduce any man. She is evil incarnate that must be gotten rid of.
“What’s going on, Aron? Do you know this Liv Larsen?"
“Not at all but now I would like to know her. I would have expected anything but not a young woman with the face of an angel. It’s crazy how appearances are deceiving.”
Saga retrieves the photo and also begins to look very carefully. It's true that the girl in question is beautiful but even women deserve their punishment after betrayal. He is happy that the culprit has finally been found and like that, the terror will end.
“Maybe I should have prevented what happened earlier if I had been more careful,” Aron said remembering how he met Liv at the entrance to the forest.
“But what do you say?”
“Nothing at all. I'm not going to give this girl an easy punishment otherwise it would be too nice of me. I'm going to make her suffer as she deserves. I would like you to call her boss, the man she works for, and give him a message.”
“Aron, in this world there are still people who do things not just because they are asked but because they judge whether it is good or not. What will I do if this man falls into this category of person?"
“You will tell him that it is from Mr. Dhal."
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