LUCILLE'S POV
I knew it, I f*****g knew it!
Diana wasn't the mole, she had a different grudge against uncle Ethan and I. I knew a mere housekeeper like her couldn't pull such stunts and move freely in the pack.
Someone like Diana wouldn't send such threats to Uncle Ethan without taking actions immediately. The death threats had been regular, a constant reminder that tortured deep within him.
I stood in front of the bloodied wall, staring at the inscription written with no idea of what it meant. I moved a bit close, and sniffed the blood.
It was the blood of an animal.
Bringing out my phone, I took a few shots of uncle Ethan's wall, and sent it to Lachlan. With my eyes still on the wall, I placed the phone back in my pockets and folded my arm over my chest.
I turned around to fac
