The Alpha Hunts

Chapter 51

-edited-

Lucifer POV:

Two months and absolutely nothing. At this point our packs have been working together nonstop. Days at a time there, and days at a time here. And nothing.

"I know that look. Stop thinking." Angel tells me.

"What look?"

"That look of 'I'm going to slaughter everyone, because I give up and in the midst of death I'm sure the guilty party will be dead'. You can't give up."

I don't want to but there's just no hope anymore. I hate living knowing that I've failed her. The pain is unbearable and toxic. Even with all that, I can only manage to say, "It's hard."

"We'll get somewhere-"

"We've gotten nowhere!" I yell, standing above her. "Two months." I growl. "Two months! Two packs! Borrowed resources! Hunting! Torturing humans and rogues with absolutely no lead what so ever! We will never get anywhere!" I yell before leaving.

I leave through the front doors, I need a walk. Wynter is spending time with my mother, and watching her gets harder because she's a constant reminder that I've failed. The numerous times I've listened to Livys recording it fucking sucks that she didn't want me to look for her killer, but it's worse that I have been and I can't avenge her.

I stare at the creek I fell in on our first run. Every time I'm here I see us running, and me falling and how she boldly laughed at me. It's where it all began... well her making me a grilled cheese after Cassandra and Calvin let me go, but this place, this is where I knew there was something different. I just didn't want to admit it.

"Hi." Looking up I see Cassandra. "Angel said you came out here."

"Sorry, I forgot you were coming."

"It's fine. We all have a lot on our plates." She sits next to me. "My boys are walking now." I can feel her smile without looking at her. "More like wobbling but they're getting there."

"That's great."

Over the passed couples months Cassandra and I have become friends. Each other's support system through this, when she's down I'm her helping hand. When I'm down, she's my helping hand. Almost as if we are dependent on one another to lift each other up.

"We are going to find who did this."

"We aren't." I say sternly. "I didn't want to see it before but we aren't getting anywhere. Normally all I need is a pep talk but I really give up. I don't have any hope that we are going to find who did this. I mean, death by falling off a ladder? Bullshit. Whoever covered this up did an amazing job because there's nothing, nada, zilch." I growl. "Maybe this is a sign."

"A sign? For what?"

"Livy said if she was murdered then I was to not look for who did this because I would put the pressure on my daughter one day and I don't want that. But every time I look at her I'm reminded th-"

"You failed?" She sighs heavily. "Same. But I look at it as motivation."

"I've been a shitty person my whole life... to an extent. I wanted that perfect werewolf life but I believed I had something better when I met her. I was ready for that perfect life. The amazing husband and awesomely over-protective dad. Veering away from the violent life so my family can make a violent life of their own."

"Interesting." She tilts her head looking out at the stars, not sure what else she should say to that.

We both laugh a little. "That all went out the window when Olivious died. Now I'm a single dad, with a daughter that kills me when I look at her because all I see is her mother. It used to be the most beautiful thing but this vengeance has been tearing at me, making me resent the little things that kept me sane. I feel like Livy knew that this would happen, she warned me."