“What? He is yelling at me again!” Flora flinched back and hid behind Warren, pretending to look weak and innocent. “Why can’t I run away when an ugly man chases after me? What’s your logic?”
She burst into tears. “I wouldn’t have reacted this way if he only chased me. But he touched me and pulled my hair as well. I take good care of my hair. Losing even a strand would break my heart. He grabbed me so hard and plucked a fistful of my hair. Warren, you should help me teach him a lesson for plucking my hair.”
“Honey, it’s going to be the last day of his life.” Warren stood in front of Flora and looked at Shawn – his eyes blazing with anger. “Tell me, which hand did you use to touch her?”
Shawn didn’t bother explaining. “Both my hands. So what?”
“Then, I’ll cut both your hands!” Warren growled menacingly.
Shawn quickly put his hands behind his back and retreated behind the soldiers. “Do you know who I am? I’m the Alpha of the Black Moon pack! You’ll be doomed even if you think of hurting me.”
I rolled my eyes at his remark. ‘What a coward!’
“Is the Alpha of the Black Moon pack really powerful? I have never heard of such a pack.” Flora raised her voice on purpose as if she wanted Shawn to hear her.
Shawn’s face turned beet red. “Which pack are you from? How dare you be so arrogant? Be careful. I will tell your Alpha to drive you out of the pack.”
Warren scowled at Shawn. “I’m the son of the Beta of Silver Moon Pack. You know our Alpha? Looks like we can get together some other day.”
“You mean Alpha Leonard Quinn – that legendary God of War?!” Shawn exclaimed.
“It seems that he doesn’t know our Alpha personally,” Flora said in a hushed tone.
Shawn’s face turned pale. He laughed bitterly and said, “What happened today was just a misunderstanding.”
Several soldiers gathered around and watched the quarrel between Shawn and Flora. The head of the soldiers couldn’t take it anymore. He rushed forward and apologized on behalf of Shawn. “We’re sorry. We got the wrong she-wolf.”
Since the soldiers apologized, Shawn had no choice but to apologize and leave the place in despair.
Sylvia’s POV
Once everyone had gone, Flora and Warren headed up to the roof to meet me.
“Sylvia, what’s going on? What happened to you and Prince Rufus?” Flora looked anxious. “The soldiers are searching all over the imperial city for you.”
“Rufus is still in a coma. He’s temporarily placed in a safe place somewhere outside the city.” With a heavy heart, I bit my lip. “I know all the werewolves are talking about how crazy Rufus was and his murder. If the lycan king finds us, we’ll be doomed.”
“We did hear about the news and assumed the situation was serious. When we couldn’t get in touch with you, we took to the streets to try our luck. I did not expect to hear your name come out of that stupid man’s mouth when we arrived. Thankfully, we found you and followed you all the way here.” Flora’s face was dead serious. “Don’t worry, Sylvia. We’ll help you figure out the mastermind behind all of this.”
We then heard sudden noises come from the other end of the alley. Immediately, the three of us became vigilant again and crouched down to hide ourselves.
Fortunately, it was just a random drunk woman. Relieved, I sighed and turned back to Flora and Warren. I briefly told them about the anonymous letter and what happened in the manor.
“Damn it! He is really a bastard!”
The anger on Flora’s face became more evident as she cursed.
“Shh, keep your voice down.” Warren shushed her. “We can’t afford to attract any attention right now.”
Flora’s eyes widened in guilt as her hand shot up to her mouth. Still, she continued to complain, “That Richard. He’s so inhumane!”
Heaving a deep sigh, I replied, “No matter how sure I am that Richard plotted all of it, I still don’t have any conclusive evidence. For now, it would be foolish of me to accuse him of anything. I didn’t even expect that Lucy would come to Richard’s defense either.”
“Now that Lucy can’t be our witness, we’ll just find another one,” Warren suggested. “I don’t think Richard’s plan is perfect. There has to be some loophole somewhere.”
“That’s right.” I nodded in agreement. “I was actually planning to start with the boy’s corpse. Why was his family so anxious to cremate him? It seems fishy to me.”
Warren was silent for a while and then replied, “Well, what if the boy really was a victim of Prince Rufus?”
“I don’t believe it. I heard somewhere that the child died miserably and the bones in his legs all broke. Even if Rufus did lose control and kill someone, he would have never done it in such a cruel way.” I looked at Flora and Warren with firmness. “If our investigation proves that Rufus really did kill the boy, then I will stand with Rufus and take responsibility for his action with him.”
“Okay!” Flora exclaimed, getting more excited. She then rolled up her sleeves, ready to work. “To the crematorium, shall we?”
“Okay,”
Warren and I said in unison. After nodding at each other, we hopped off the roof and headed straight for the crematorium.
“Wait! I’ll call Harry first and tell him to meet us at the crematorium. He might be still looking for you on the street.” Flora climbed down the roof a little too slow for a girl her age. She then took out her phone and dialed Harry. “Change of plan. Meet us at the crematorium.”
“Roger. Over.” A strong voice could be heard from the other end of the call. It was hard to tell whether it was because of Flora’s clunky old phone or that Harry’s voice was just really that loud.
“It’s time for Flora to get a new phone,” Warren muttered.
Not long after, we met up with Harry at the gate of the crematorium.
But before we could even set foot inside, the security guard had already stopped us.
“What are you doing here? No one but relatives is allowed inside.”
“Well, what else could we be here for?” Harry snorted. His hair, though it was dark green, beamed particularly bright in the sunlight. With a flip of his hair, he answered sarcastically, “Obviously, we here to create a corpse.”
“Which family? Please provide your information.” The security guard looked Harry up and down, refusing to believe a word he just said.
All of a sudden, a wail was heard from behind. We turned around and saw Flora not far away, crying beside a corpse.
Immediately, Harry understood what she was trying to do. His handsome face distorted into an exaggerated sad expression and staggered toward her. He draped his strong body over the corpse, breaking the thin stretcher on which the corpse was placed. It snapped in half under the weight of Harry’s body.
Harry got up in disbelief and cried even louder than Flora. “The stretcher’s been broken! I can hear his soul crying. He must be cremated immediately!”
“That’s right! The stretcher’s been broken. This is an ominous sign. The corpse must be cremated at once!” Flora echoed, implying to cut the line of people at the gate.
The scene had grown chaotic. The other werewolves who were waiting for their turn were clearly dissatisfied. They were already in a bad mood, and they got even more irritated because of Flora and Harry. A fight was about to brew. The security guard hurried to appease the crowd, not caring about me and Warren anymore.
This was our opportunity. Warren and I then snuck into the crematorium.
Sylvia’s POV
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