Tatum's Tears | On Hold

Chapter 25 - ❝Do You Think It Happened?❞

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Chapter 25 - ❝Do You Think It Happened?❞

"Okay, I've been thinking all day about this and I have no idea where we're supposed to start." Tatum sighed as she pulled out one of the chairs tucked into the huge desk and plopped down, careful to avoid the questionable bed and its sheets, despite knowing that Seneca had a penchant for cleanliness.

Have you heard the horror stories about that bed that Ezra can come up with?

She shuddered to even consider the possibility that all of those might be real.

"Like, Alpha Daemon can look through his old stuff and maybe come up with something, but what do we do?" She pondered out loud, while Seneca put the last of her shoes back in order on the bottom shelf of her wardrobe. Micajah closed the book he was reading —was that brown bound book a novel or a class material?—and looked up at her as well.

"Maybe we could find someone we know who studied in that school and find out the list of people they remember who were bullied? I mean, shouldn't the bullied ones rat some of the offenders' names out?" Micajah shrugged, looking at the two girls in question.

"That's brilliant, babe!" Seneca walked over to him and grabbed his face in her hands, placing a smacking kiss on his mouth, "That's a perfect start. I know it was an off-territory school and all, but we should be able to find someone."

"Okay," Tatum clapped her hands, unzipping her bag to grab her notebook from it, "Let's make a list of all the people we know first."

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After about an hour of calling every single person they knew around their age from other packs and asking them where they studied, Tatum threw down her pencil in defeat after scratching the last name off the list. They had come up with a grand total of exactly zero people who had gone to Creekwood Private Middle School and Prep School. Seneca and Micajah hadn't given up yet, though. They were on the phone with someone from the DeVega pack and Tatum wondered absentmindedly if Ezra being here could've helped, considering his vast history with the female population of the Werewolf kind all through his teenage years according to the stories she had heard from the Alpha couple.

She hadn't seen him act like a fuckboy, though, thanks to the fact that he had met his Mate before she met them.

And then it struck her.

Ezra.

"Guys?" She grinned, once they both hung up with a beat sigh after talking to the last person on their list, "There's still the Pineda pack! We haven't contacted anyone from there, yet!"