OmegAlpha -The Wandering pack T2 ( Complet)

Hypotheses

The men remained silent in the face of Colin's hypothesis. It could explain so many things, but the implications were crazy! How could a wolf, and an Omega at that, deliberately harm members of its own species? It was against the very nature of the Omega. So an Alpha, perhaps? An Alpha powerful enough to force the Forgotten Ones to bend their backs... but even so, this hypothesis denied everything that a Wolf was in essence.

Then Galen opened his eyes, "The sting! Just like LaCrosse!"

Eric grabbed his mobile phone and sent a message to the SUSC asking them to check the victim's blood for extracts of Aconite and Morelle Noire and see if they could find a needle mark.

Morgan wandered around the room.

"Now, what would make a Forgotten One open the door to let his captor in?"

Colin made the first guess that came to him, cIs he a friend?"

Eric shook his head explaining, "That would mean that the hunters had spent enough time finding out that the Dawson were wolves and gaining their trust."

Morgan made a sound of acquiescence.

"No, it's someone they thought they could trust."

"Someone you can't refuse entry to." Colin continued, "A fireman, a policeman... the postman..."

Galen moved to the wall above the sofa.

"Or a priest."

He scratched the wall where the shadow of a cross indicated the crucifix.

"Aimé Habbington." Morgan grunted.

Colin listened; the bells were tolling for the end of mass, "The church isn't far. We could take a walk there."

Eric nodded as he headed for the door.

"That's a good idea. Let's share the work. Colin and I will go to the church and you two can look around the neighbourhood. It's residential. Somebody must have seen something."

Once on the street, Galen took a deep breath. The smell had been hard to bear. During their investigations in the house, the clouds had gathered and the wind had picked up. Rain was on the way. Galen breathed in the damp air once more. He held his breath, then released it.

"Are you alright, Sweetheart?" Mogan said as he watched him worriedly.

Galen grunted, a very human sound.

"Give me a break, will you? I'm fine!"

Morgan frowned at the rejection.

"No, you're not. You're as pale as death and all you do is sleep and eat and throw up."

"Thanks for reminding me." Galen crossed his arms in defiance, "It's not as if I didn't know! I'm the one throwing up, not you!"

"That's why I'm worried about you, it's not normal!"

Galen sighed loudly, "Stop always being around me, you're suffocating me... I can't breathe. The slightest step I take and you're there!"

The tone began to rise. Morgan clenched his fists.

"And where do you want me to be? You're my Mate! It's my duty to look after you."

"Your duty! What am I? An object? If you want a doll, find yourself a submissive and get her pregnant."

"Is that really what you want me to do?"

"At least you'll leave me alone!"

"Fine! Fine!"