After My Mate Killed Our Pup, I Wanted Blood

I paced the length of the safe house, my mind racing faster than my weakened body could keep up. The evidence of Dante's betrayal burned in my hands—the burner phone with its damning messages about wolfsbane and miscarriages. But knowledge wasn't enough. Not yet.

"Reed," I called, my voice stronger than it had been in years. "I need the pack's financial records."

My brother looked up from his post by the window, his eyes narrowing. "What are you planning?"

"I can't challenge him physically," I said, gesturing to my still-weakened body. "Five years of poisoning has left me too weak for that. But there are other ways to fight."

Luna stirred within me, her presence growing stronger with each passing hour away from Dante's influence. "He underestimated us," she growled. "Let's make him pay."

I sank into the chair before the laptop, fingers flying across the keyboard. "If Dante wants to play games of power and territory, then let's see how well he plays when the board is tilted against him."

For hours, we combed through the financial records, searching for anything that might give us leverage. The Silverfang Pack's wealth was considerable—mines, forests, hunting grounds that stretched for miles. All of it now vulnerable to Dante's schemes.

"There," Reed pointed to a series of transactions. "These transfers to offshore accounts—they're being routed through shell companies."

I leaned closer, my eyes catching on the pattern. "These aren't random. Look at the dates—they align perfectly with Dante's supposed 'therapy sessions'."

We dug deeper, following the money trail like bloodhounds on a scent. What we found made my blood run cold.

"He's been siphoning funds from both packs," I whispered, the pieces falling into place. "But that's not all."

In a hidden folder labeled "Phase Two," we found Dante's secondary plan—one that made my stomach churn with fresh horror.

"He never intended to keep Penny," Reed said, his voice tight with fury. "Once he secures the Silverfang lands, he plans to frame her for embezzling the pack funds."

The documents laid out a ruthless strategy: Penny would be blamed for financial irregularities, the Nightbreeze Pack would be destroyed by the Lycan Council's judgment, and Dante would keep all the wealth for himself.

"He's playing everyone," I murmured, a cold clarity washing over me. "Including Penny."

Luna's growl rumbled through my chest. "Then let's show him what happens when his pawns start moving on their own."

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The neutral territory was a small clearing in the forest, far from any pack lands. I pulled my hood lower over my face as I waited, every sense on high alert.

"You shouldn't be here alone," Reed had argued, but I'd insisted.

"This needs to be done face to face," I'd told him. "And I need to show Reynolds I'm not afraid."

The snap of a twig announced Alpha Reynolds' arrival before his scent reached me. He emerged from the shadows, his imposing figure flanked by two of his most trusted warriors.

"Willa," he said, his voice carefully neutral. "This is a dangerous game you're playing."

I straightened my spine, refusing to show weakness. "No more dangerous than the one your daughter is playing with my mate."

His eyes narrowed. "Penny is under Alpha Dante's protection now."

"Is she?" I pulled out the phone, holding it up so the moonlight illuminated its screen. "Would you like to see what 'protection' really means to Dante?"

Reynolds stepped forward, his face hardening as he scanned the documents I showed him. His aura flared with anger, but I stood my ground.

"This could be fabricated," he said, but doubt had already crept into his voice.

"The financial trails aren't," I replied coldly. "Your daughter is nothing but a stepping stone to him. Once he has what he wants, she'll be discarded—or worse."

Reynolds' jaw clenched as he processed the implications. "What do you want from me?"

I met his gaze steadily. "The original Healer logs. The ones that prove Dante was never paralyzed."

"And in return?"

"I'll make sure Penny faces no worse than banishment when this breaks open. No pack challenge. No execution."

His eyes widened slightly. "You would spare her? After what she's done?"

"I'm not you or Dante," I said quietly. "I don't believe in destroying people for political convenience."

Reynolds studied me for a long moment, calculation warring with paternal instinct in his eyes. Finally, he nodded.

"The logs are in my private safe. Come dawn, you'll have them."

As we sealed our bargain with the traditional clasping of forearms, I felt Luna stir within me, her strength growing with each passing hour.

"The trap is set," she whispered in my mind. "Now we wait for him to walk into it."

But as I turned to leave, a chill ran down my spine. Something told me Dante wouldn't go down without a fight—and the real battle was just beginning.