Chapter 55 - Frosty Predicament Bozeman Christmas (Kalenah Conrad POV) Pt. 13

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Chapter 55 – Frosty Predicament, Bozeman Christmas (Kalenah Conrad POV) Pt. 13

Growing up I could never wrap my mind around the Elders actions towards the shifter race. They were put here to protect our kind yet somehow they did less of that then anyone could have ever foresaw.


Every once in a while though it was nothing to the information Naomi gave Ansel and I, we would find a few people that not only supported the Elders but also idolized them and their practices.


It was few and far in between but I have heard the mind-boggling: 'they Elders keep shifters from losing their humanity.' Of course many of those same people were only in my life for short periods of time and we tended to move on without them.


Jules. Silas. Shannon. Javier Senior. Josey.


Three innocents. I wanted to add Shannon and Javier Senior to that because paying for what I deemed their crimes with their lives was above my own judgment. In all my years that was one thing I learned, I might feel or have my opinions but I did not want to be the end all of overall punishments handed out.


So here I was with the knowledge that Taylor had cold bloodedly murdered five innocent people. 


Five lives that Taylor had taken and for what? Nothing because each one was meaningless in the grand scheme of things. Jules? Because Taylor did not want to go to the Zoo? Wouldn't staying home with Shannon have worked just as well? Silas?  What were my boy's crimes against Taylor?


Sadly it was just the Jules situation all over again I believed. Silas was in Taylor's way of getting Samson. I loved my son, Samson was a special child, hell all my children were and I would want them to have future relationships worthy of them. I did not want them to settle nor would I want their future partner to have settled for them if they felt that my children were not what they were seeking for.


That said... even as much as I love my children I would not be in favor of someone taking a life to be with one of them.


"You guys have no idea what I'm capable of," Taylor's threats continue while I'm battling setting aside previously conceived markers for this girl. How the hell did I miss this? Would I ever stop asking myself that? Never.


Ansel reaches forward to end the call once again, but this time Angela's hand darts out, stopping him. When he meets her gaze she taps her wrist before using her index finger to make a circular motion.


"Stay. On. The. Line," she mouths at my husband. Hands flying over the keys as soon as he nods, she returns her gaze to the laptop.


Why would she kill Silas? Why her parents and little sister? Who was helping her? Was it Sonya? Did I want to ask her that? Confirm it? What would asking do if Sonya weren't the one helping her? Would she track Sonya down and gather information? Did she know where Samson and Faith were? No...


She was right. Taylor as much as I hated to admit it, was right. We – Ansel and I – had no idea whom we were messing with at this point. Nor was this person even remotely rational.


I would be perfectly content to let Ansel handle this but the questions were all just building.


"Why kill your parents Taylor?" I ask, somewhere between blurting it out and picking a question that would be answered in riddles or worse, Taylor Logic.


"They turned on me," cold and callous. God how I wished for this moment I could see her face as she answered such questions, look into her eyes and see the evil that lived there. "I had no use for them and they were only holding me back."


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