364\u2013Someone Summoned The Monster\u00a0<\/p>\n
Baxter:\u00a0<\/p>\n
It was strange how Byron had disguised himself as an old man to sneak into one of the smallest packs, claiming there was an old woman who had witnessed the monster when she was a child and survived.\u00a0<\/p>\n
We didn\u2019t have a full day, but thankfully, Madeline had left only a few hours earlier. If ev would be ready by evening.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSo make sure nobody sees us here. People don\u2019t like me,\u201d Byron whispered as we wander\u00a0<\/p>\n
nt well, I\u00a0<\/p>\n
Lough the area.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He led me toward the house. The moment I noticed the high walls built around it and the absence of any nearby homes, I felt a pang of sympathy for the woman living there. If she had witnessed something as terrible as my children and my wife had, I couldn\u2019t understand why people chose to isolate her instead of offering comfort.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy does no one interact with her anymore?\u201d I asked quietly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I kept scanning the surroundings, but Byron seemed relaxed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He told me the people in this pack were mostly poor, and even their alpha was close to losing control of his pack. Security was loose, barely there at all.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSo yeah, after that night, people said she was cursed,\u201d Byron explained. \u201cBad things kept happening around her. Her whole family died. She\u2019s the only one left. Anyone who talks to her too long, or even interacts with her, ends up with something bad happening to them.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He sounded uneasy, and I noticed he wasn\u2019t standing anywhere near the door.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cCan you believe all that?\u201d I asked.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He shrugged.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, I\u2019m bad luck too. Two bad luck shouldn\u2019t stick together,\u201d he remarked, motioning for me to go ahead alone. \u201cI\u2019ll stay around.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He pointed toward the wooded area and moved off quickly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I watched him disappear before stepping closer to the door. I knocked gently once, then again, until I heard slow footsteps approaching from inside.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is it?\u201d a cranky, aged voice called from the other side.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m Alpha Baxter. I need to speak with you about something really important,\u201d I replied, my eyes still scanning the area. I wore a long overcoat and a hat pulled low, a mask covering my mouth.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHmm. Another one of these,\u201d I heard her mutter under her breath. \u201cGo away. I\u2019m not speaking,\u201d she replied sharply.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cLook, I know I\u2019m visiting at the wrong time. Maybe you were resting or something, but please, this is urgent. That monster took my daughter, and I really need your help,\u201d I said, my heart pounding in my chest. 1\u00a0<\/p>\n
That was when the woman let out a small sigh.\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/2\u00a0<\/p>\n
364\u2013Someone Summoned The Monster\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Bonus\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSo it started attacking again,\u201d she murmured.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The moment she said that, I knew Byron had brought me to the right place.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cBut don\u2019t you know you shouldn\u2019t be speaking with me?\u201d she continued. \u201cI bring bad luck to anyone who interacts with me.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I shook my head slowly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know why people still believe things like that,\u201d I replied. \u201cI don\u2019t know if it help\u00a0<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t\u00a0<\/p>\n
believe that bullshit. I think people get what\u2019s written for them, or what others write for them, not some curse from an innocent person.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I genuinely felt bad for her, for being treated as something dangerous instead of someone who had suffered.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s very kind of you,\u201d she said, but the bitterness quickly returned to her voice. \u201cAll helpers are kind, until they get the answers they want from me.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her words made me pause.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOther alphas came to speak with you?\u201d I asked. My thoughts immediately went to Ron and Madeline. Maybe they had already been here. Maybe I was too late.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOh yeah. One of your alphas came a few days ago,\u201d she replied. \u201cHe wanted to know how to lure the monster to the mountain top. And judging by the timing, I\u2019d say that\u2019s why your daughter was taken. That asshole summoned the monster to you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Every word made the hair on the back of my neck rise, my fists clenching at my sides.\u00a0<\/p>\n
For a moment, I couldn\u2019t move. If I did, it felt like I would wake up from a nightmare.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you there?\u201d she called out.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I shook my head and placed both hands against the door, resting my forehead on it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSomeone came asking about the monster to summon it?\u201d I asked again, needing to be sure. It felt unreal, like something that only happened in a movie, where a villain had no sense of right or wrong. 1\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYes. That asshole looked like trouble. I wish I had known,\u201d she grunted.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cCan you tell me who it was?\u201d I asked, my heart pounding in my temples.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, of course I can. I haven\u2019t forgotten that sicko. Alpha Graham,\u201d she replied, making my jaw meet the floor. 2\u00a0<\/p>\n
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