Sebastián

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Sebastián

"Amara, what do you want?" I say angrily upon entering the room. The brunette was leisurely relaxing in the large chair behind my desk, her feet resting on the clean wood.

"I just came from the pack morgue" She confesses, I roll my eyes and run my hands through my hair angrily. It's been eleven years and she still can't let that go.

"Not this again Amara" I sigh. "It's a cold case for a reason" Amara would never let the murder of our parents go. We weren't there when it happened, we were at school. I remember coming home to the dead bodies of my parents.

"Sebastián, just hear me out" She pleads, finally taking her dirty feet off my desk. I stay silent, waiting for her to explain herself. "I did my own autopsy"

"What? Amara are you insane?" I gag at the thought of my baby sister digging around inside our parent's cold, lifeless bodies. "Do you even know how to do an autopsy?" She rolls her eyes.

"Yes Sebastián, I went to college for it" She sighs before pulling out a file and placing it on my desk, waving me over. "Look, they were poisoned" She points so some lab results that mean pretty much nothing to me.

Growing up, we never knew what caused our parents deaths, they closed the case before even investigating it.

"By who?" I question. This could mean a possible traitor within the castle and I don't have any fucking time for that.

"I don't know, It has to be someone inside the castle, it was laced with their food so well I almost didn't catch it." She points to a picture with a white herb that looked like a flower. "Hemlock"

"Who the hell has access to that?" It sounded vaguely familiar but I couldn't quite place it. My cousin used to be into gardening, maybe it was one of the plants he just couldn't shut up about.

"I have no clue but they had to have a lot of it in order to kill two Royal werewolves" I nod my head, trying to digest all of this information. Out of all the ways one could murder, why in the world would someone trust a plant?

"Have you told Dmitri?" She shakes her head no. Dmitri was the one who insisted on closing the case, he said it would be too hard on us, we were young. "Maybe you should, Dad was his brother, after all, he deserves to know"

"Maybe later" Before I ask what she means she's out the door, probably to do some more digging. I just hope she didn't end up like our cousin Franciso did, the last place I want my sister to be in is a mental hospital.

Needing to blow off some steam, I head to the pack gym.

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By the time I get back to my room, the alarm clock on my night-stand reads 2:30 A.M.

"Cristine?" I ask, narrowing my eyes at the figure on my bed. I could hear soft sniffles coming from her. Is she crying? Crap, what did I do.

"Y-yeah?" She stutters. I watch as she runs her hands across her face, it was slightly red. I ignore the twist of my stomach when I hear her stutter, it wasn't of fear, but a choke of her tears.

"Are you crying?" I had this nagging feeling inside that I wasn't the cause of her tears and I couldn't think of anything that would make her upset other than me and it fucking worried me. In the dark, the only source of light coming from the lamp she had left on, I could slightly see her face, but she had it tucked under the white comforter.

She's obviously crying dipshit. My wolf snarls inside my head. Ok, fair point. I'm not even sure why I asked in the first place...formalities?