Chapter 2

• Keera
• "I’m sorry, but I don't exactly see how this concerns me." I reminded him. He narrowed his eyes, irritated that I was to hurry him up. I gestured at my lab coat, arching an eyebrow at him in return to remind him that I'd been in the middle of a test before he'd asked to see me urgently. For all I knew someone might be trying to alter the test result for some reason. I had to hurry up and get back.
• Trevor released a calm exhale and I almost smiled. If there was anything I'd learnt from him it was how to keep my emotions in check, though I wasn't exactly successful most of the time. On his good days, he was like the older brother I never had. On his bad days, he was like the older brother I never wished for.
• "The point is that they've tried everything they can but they've still not been able to find a solution for their problem." He continued patiently. "So they sought our help." His eyes met mine and held. "They need someone who would be able to find out what's going on and put a stop to it...and I didn't know any better person to suggest than you."
• Than me.
• He was trying to tell me that not only was I going to go to the territory of those malicious creatures, I actually had to help them sort out their werewolf shit. I was already shaking my head before I even gave myself time to really think about it. There was no way I was going to offer them any form of help. Not when they've put me through a whole lot. I didn't care if it was childish to be vengeful, there was no way I was doing it.
• "I'm sorry, Trevor but I'm not going." I informed him, standing to my feet. I pushed my hair behind my ears, taking my hair net out of my coat pockets as I readied myself to go back to the lab. "There are way more experienced forensic scientists than I could ever dream of." I stated honestly. "And they already know of the werewolves. I would suggest that you please have one of them go instead."
• Trevor shook his head, refusing to heed my advice. He also got to feet like he wanted me to understand the gravity of what he was trying to say. "You won't be going alone," He informed me, his tone almost pleading. "You'll be working with a team but you're going to be the head of it." He took a few steps towards me. "Listen, the werewolves are worried that someone is after them,"
• "Gee, I wonder why," I retorted sarcastically. He gave me a knowing look, already aware that I was simply trying to piss him off so he would angrily ask me out of his office. I released a deep breath, deciding to hear him out. How hard could it be? I already knew that no matter what he had to say, my reply would still be negative.
• "If they're right," He continued. "Which they obviously are, then it means we're also not safe." He ran a hand through his dark hair. "If this person is able to take down immortals, how much more humans?" I hated that I was beginning to see reason with him. "I've been asked to appoint a team. . .and I want you to lead that team."
• He gazed persuasively at me. "I was sure to emphasize the fact that everyone needed to keep you safe." He stated, successfully making my heart drop to the pit of my stomach. My eyes bulged at his words but he didn't seem to notice. "As much as I care about the rest of the team, I care more about you." He said, warmth evident in his tone. "The Alpha assured me he would personally ensure your safety."
• I felt my heart drop to the pit of my stomach.
• *Grayson’s pov*
• I stared at Ginny, hating the disturbed look on her face. My sister was almost never happy these days. It was true there was practically nothing to be happy about, but I hated that she was letting it get to her this much. Especially since there was nothing I could do about it. I ran my hand down the length of my face, releasing an exasperated sigh. If there was anything I absolutely hated then it had to be this constant almost permanent state of helplessness. My entire pack was in danger but there was nothing I could do about it.
• We've lost about twenty werewolves and five pups in the past three weeks. No one seemed to know what had happened to them. Their dead bodies were simply just stumbled upon. At first we hadn't taken the deaths seriously. It was true that werewolves were immortal but it wasn't unheard of that a werewolf died. There were so many things that could cause a werewolf to lose their life. Natural causes, for one. That had to be the most common cause of death. Ancient werewolves died all the time.
• Sadly, that wasn't the case.
• "Why aren't they here yet?" She asked in agitation, looking down at her phone to check what the time was. We had fixed another council meeting, the tenth one in only four days. If we didn't put a stop to the killings and as fast as possible, it was safe to say the entire pack was going to slowly but surely be wiped out. I was about to say something to calm her down when the door burst open and the pack healer walked in.
• She halted in her steps, taking note of how empty the chairs around the long table were. Aside from Ginny and I, there was no other person seated for the meeting. She frowned a little, appearing concerned. "Why isn't anyone here yet?" She asked quietly, taking a few steps further inside the room. Ginny shook her head at her, making a gesture to indicate that she equally had no idea.
• The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I instantly knew that something wasn't right. I fisted my hands, hoping against all odds that it wasn't another death. I wasn't sure how I was going to deal with another death in under twenty four hours. I had contacted Trevor, an old friend, about a week ago but he was yet to give me a solid reply. He was a supervisor to the best scientists the country currently had and I needed their help.
• Fast.
• I wasn't sure what exactly it was that was causing the delay but Trevor had assured me he was going to put together a team. Apparently, his team was going to help in getting to the root cause of the brutal murders. I had no doubt he was going to do all he could to help me out. He was doing me a favor in return for saving his life a few years back when he'd been attacked by rogue wolves.