Starting Over

Chapter 22

Lexi’s POV

Waiting for that e-mail sucked. I hardly slept, when I did, it was only for a couple hours. I was awake before 8AM, clicking the ‘check e-mail’ button every 5 seconds. I should have known that the e-mail was going to be late. Everything runs a little late in the Los Angeles Police Department.

The e-mail came at 10:30. The download felt like it took another hour, but it was closer to five minutes. The anticipation was killing me. The note my informant sent me was weird.  He asked if I was doing a research piece. I couldn’t respond until I saw the documents. I couldn't tell him I was getting information on this guy because he was murdering if this guy was believed to be dead.

I had been warned not to trust the young faces I saw as their real age. I didn’t have the exact ages of the guys in this pack, but I knew they were older than me, even if I was the oldest looking one in the bunch.

There was a birth and death certificate, as well as a rap sheet and a couple news paper clippings.

According to his birth certificate he was born in the summer of 1908. My jaw dropped. He hadn’t looked like he was over 100 years old last night. He looked like he could be younger than me! The death certificate suggested that he died when he was 22 from falling into a ravine. His body was never found.

Of course there would have had to be a cover up. You can’t just live 100 years without there being any suspicion, right? Would that mean that they’d need to make the world think I was dead? Would my few friends mourn my fake death?

Roger Millender hadn’t been a good guy when he had been a human. He had been arrested multiple times on kidnapping and child abuse charges. That was only what he’d been caught doing. The newspaper clippings had warned people to stay away from the young man. That he was dangerous and to keep children away from him, there was even an emphasis on keeping young girls away from him.

He had probably stared too long and made someone uncomfortable. But it could make sense. The pack hated this man. Did that mean that he tried to go after the children while he was here? Did he try to steal the little girl away from her family? There would be no way I would trust him around little girls.

The man was sick, but he was also a survivor. A man who preyed on children couldn’t last long in the werewolf world without being a survivor.

Mason’s POV

That minute we had to wait for Mikko was more of an exaggeration. Of course he couldn’t be on time. We had already been waiting for him to take time out of his busy schedule to drop by after the first killing, but no. We had to find five bodies before Mikko could show face.

We were waiting three hours for him. We were trying to eat dinner when Mikko barged in. We all heard him coming; Lexi was the only one who flinched when the door banged open. The children didn’t even flinch; they had grown up in this house, so they weren’t very skittish.

I was surprised she’d want to be in the same room as me. But then again she was so stubborn that she was probably just doing it to show me she could. I knew she was afraid of me. Everyone in this room (children excluded) could smell that she was afraid. Though, she did a great job at not showing it in front of the kids.