Evolution

CHAPTER 4 PART 2 | agl

📎A/N. Hello my lovelies. Thank you for all your well wishes. I was overwhelmed at how many of you took the time to leave a message.

I am on the mend and hopefully will be back to normal by the weekend.

In the meantime, here is the second part of the last chapter.

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Daniel felt the warmth of Parker's skin as he lightly squeezed their entwined hands. As they headed towards the infirmary, she remained silent, her presence alone gave him a measure of comfort. Naturally in tune with him, Parker always seemed to know when he needed to be left with his own thoughts. It was moments like this, he thanked fate for bringing her into his life.

The phone call with the council weighed heavily on his mind. As expected, the news of the Ethiopian pack's annihilation didn't sit well with the others. Many of them hadn't yet recovered from the Wildfire epidemic. They were in no position to hold off an enemy attack—especially one as powerful as whatever they were up against.

From Alpha Giovanni's initial reports, the entire pack was taken out by three assailants. What had worried them was that the attack occurred without warning, and so fast they hadn't had time to get the children away.

Daniel clenched his jaw. What savage kills innocent children?

He wanted to rip whoever did this limb from limb. A long, drawn-out, painful death was waiting for them. The council was convinced Elise was behind this. However, he wasn't so sure.

The pack was pure. War and famine in their homeland had dwindled their numbers to the point they were already on borrowed time. However, they should have still had hundreds of years to walk the earth, not the limited few they were dealt.

Daniel had only met Berihun, the pack's alpha once. While set in his ways Berihun was a good alpha who only wanted the best for his people, and had sacrificed much to get them to safety.

As much as he would like to blame Elise, something didn't feel right. What did she gain from killing a small pack of pure Werewolves? The alpha was psychotic, but he could rely on one thing: her single purpose in life was to rid their race of what she considered mixed breeds. She would not go out of her way to kill nine pure Weres just for the thrill of it.

What had most shocked him during the council meeting was the undercurrent of voices demanding they needed to consider other methods of defending themselves. Never before had they taken up arms. There were at the top of the food chain, their speed and strength alone had been enough.

Isolated rogues carried weapons. Packs had no need; they worked together as one. Guns would only slow them down. However, for once in their long history there was something out there that might be stronger and faster. Murphy had gone up against the unknown and barely come out of it alive. This had scared some of the council. He came from a long line of Alpha's; Daniel would be hard pressed to find many betas or enforcers that could best him in a fight, and he was sure that the staunch Werewolf could also walk all over one or two Alpha's he knew.

If he couldn't defeat whatever had attacked him. What chance did regular pack members have?

"Has he said anything yet?" Daniel asked, finally breaking the silence.

Parker shook her head. "No, but he was adamant he needed to speak to you." She chuckled. "And I thought you were pig-headed."

Daniel narrowed his eyes and glared at her.