Chapter 49 - The plan
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“Continue the search,” Warren ordered and hung up the phone.
He and Rebecca had gone with a few of their most trusted pack members to John’s apartment to see him and, if possible, that human he was so smitten with. They had been mentally prepared that John would be angry with them, feeling cornered... But they hadn’t foreseen that he would escape the scene without them noticing.
Desperate to uncover the truth and saving John from the potential witch's spell, and since his phone had been dead for what felt like an eternity, the only option left was to confront him face-to-face. It wasn't like they had been planning to harm his human! At least not yet...
However, when they had arrived at his apartment, the scent of the two lovers was still thick in the air, but there was no sign of them. It was as if they had vanished into thin air. And the girl's scent? Warren was more certain than ever. No ordinary human could have a scent like that! She had to be a witch. And somehow, she had managed to make them leave the building while Warren and Rebecca used the elevator, and the rest of their group ascended the stairs.
They searched every inch of John's apartment, but couldn't find any clues as to the couple's whereabouts. However, Rebecca spotted a purple knit jumper in one of John's drawers, unmistakably belonging to the girl. Warren had taken it and brought it back home so the rest of the pack members could sniff it and capture her unique scent.
Everyone was now part of the search, determined to locate the couple and bring them home. With the help of their most skilled trackers, they set out to trace their scents. Feeling like the stakes were high, the whole pack thought that time was running out. They needed John back home as soon as possible, before he was lost to the witch forever!
“Any news?” Rebecca entered the office where Warren was seated by his desk.
“No…” Warren sighed, rubbing his forehead.
“Warren, I really think we need to reconsider…” she sat down at the desk, patting him on the shoulder.
“I know,” Warren looked at her with exasperated eyes. “I know, he will not let go of her. I can’t believe how we could be this unlucky, both our sons bewitched by this ‘human’ as they call her. Have you seen Nick, by the way?”
“No, he is nowhere to be found,” Rebecca looked troubled. “I think he went on his own search.”
“What a mess!” Warren groaned. “So, what do we do now?”
“I think we must continue the search, and I’m waiting for John to call,” she held her phone in a steady grip. “I’m sure he will, eventually. I think he wants to come back. But I also think he won’t let go of this girl, he will ask us to accept her as his mate.”
“His mate?!” Warren snapped. “An Alpha of the Black Wolves, of the River Valley pack, having a human or a witch mate? We have the purest Alpha bloodline of all packs in the country! Anything would have been better than this. If only he had fallen in love with an omega, any wolf whatsoever, would have been easier to swallow…”
The River Valley Pack, or the ‘Black Wolves’ as they used to be called back in the days, had a reputation of being the strongest and fiercest of all packs. They had been in lead for centuries, reigning their region with a steady hand. They had always been feared by other packs, their wolves the greatest and toughest of all – it was common knowledge that it would take two to three ‘ordinary’ werewolves to take down a wolf of the Black Wolves. The mere thought of the Alpha of the Black Wolves having a human ‘mate’ was just ridiculous. Impossible. Unacceptable. Warren was furious.
"That witch is not taking over my pack," he growled, eyes glowing.
"We don't know that she's a witch," Rebecca reminded him.
"I don't care. Witch or human, she's not going to destroy everything we worked so hard for. Our status, our reputation. Our son's mind!" he couldn't believe his own son would be such a fool.
“But we still don’t know,” she pondered. “And let's say she's only a human, after all... This would be temporary. Maybe if he can bring her home, and we accept her, and she gets to live here for a while, he will grow tired of her!"
"What do you mean?" he grumbled.
"Well, if he's not under some kind of spell... what if it’s all about the thrill of not being allowed to be with her that makes him this infatuated? When everything cools down and we go back to our ordinary day-to-day pack life, and he’s busy with politics and assessing all our threats, he will probably not think she is as exciting anymore…”
“That’s a very good point,” Warren looked at her admiringly. “My beautiful and clever wife. That’s a great plan! We let him bring her home, and she can roam around here, being bored with our pack life that she can’t really be a part of, and he can focus on his pack duties… And then, boom – both of them will probably get tired of the situation.”
“Exactly…” Rebecca nodded. “And eventually, when she wants to go back to her human life, and John has started to lose his interest, we can get rid of her. And he will have a new shot at finding his true mate.”
“Right now, I’m more concerned about getting John into his shoes as the Alpha of our pack, than his potential love life, though…” Warren frowned.
“If we’re lucky, it will solve itself,” Rebecca smiled at him. “He can’t mark the girl anyhow, there won’t be any bond between them. If he comes across his true mate, or any other possible mate for that matter, he can easily forget about her. But you’re right, we should try to make him focus on his duties instead. And make him the Alpha as soon as possible.”
“Can you start making the preparations for his inauguration?” Warren was eager to set the ball rolling.
“I will,” Rebecca raised, kissing his cheek as she passed him on her way out. "It will be OK,” she smiled reassuringly.
Warren grunted in response.
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