Filed to story: Maleah The Angel Of Death Novel
“Dominic, I do not agree with the name the public has given me. I kill in the name of justice; they should call me the Angel of Justice if they are so hell-bent on giving me a name,” I state.
“Every assignment I accept has a target who has been brought to the attention of the Council of Elders, but somehow the charges never stick, and I am their last hope to get justice. Dax told me that two Elders paid you a visit last night, but I happen to know that each of you has a rock-solid alibi.
I wouldn’t have taken action otherwise; I wouldn’t want any of you to get in trouble for that murder, and I made sure I wasn’t anywhere near him according to the hotel’s system.
Pauline pointed out to me that all our Pack-members would have an alibi if I did it last night, but I had to make sure no one would suspect me, and my Mother and Alpha Bradley were kind enough to lend me a hand,” I say before I tell them what happened during dinner and explain to them why I went to stay at another hotel. Mack has his nose buried in my neck.
“Okay, I need you to change the subject. I am going to make some coffee and get a few snacks,” Elyse says, and I take the chance to ask Dax why my Mother made the Elders look into my whereabouts. By the time he is finished talking, I am confused.
“She knew I was in another hotel; everyone in the restaurant heard the manager, and they watched me leave the hotel. Why did…” I am too angry to finish my question, and Mack pulls me closer to his chest.
His hands move up and down my back, and I focus on his heartbeat to get my mind off my Mother; I need to think about something else. I picture the office from when I walked in, and I remember seeing just one desk, but there are three Alphas.
Two chairs in front of the desk for visitors, a bookshelf behind the desk with three pictures standing in the largest square in the bookshelf, and a statue of three running wolves – a gift I gave to Elyse after I purchased my second boutique. I told her it reminded me of her Sons.
Mack calling my name pulls me from my thoughts, and when I look around me, I see that everyone is looking at me. “I could tell that you and Fortune were agitated, but somehow you managed to calm yourself down. How did you do that?” Mack asks.
“Thinking about my Mother and her motives is always enough to rattle my cage, and years ago I discovered that if I thought about something in detail, I could get my mind off whatever was bothering me. I just pictured this office from when I walked in, and I wonder if Elyse knows that her Sons stole her gift,” I explain to Mack, and I hear Dominic mutter “Fuck” as I see him stepping to his left, blocking everyone’s view of the statue.
“I gave it to your Mother, and I doubt she gave it to the three of you. It was a few months after you had gotten back from your training with the Council of Elders; the three of you were running through the forest.
The three of you were so close in speed; it was amazing to see, and the statue reminded me of it. I told your Mother why I bought it for her, and to this day I have never seen a triplet that is this well matched,” I tell them, and Dominic takes the statue from its place to hand it to Elyse, who takes it from him with a smile on her face.
Dad hands me my coffee as Elyse scolds her Sons for taking the statue from her office, all three of them apologizing, but it doesn’t sound to me that they are really sorry, and something tells me that Elyse is very aware of that fact.
I enjoy my coffee as I listen to Max telling his Sons that they are Alphas and should set a good example, but I doubt they are really listening to their Father.
Once I have finished my coffee, I look at Dad, knowing that he will ask me a question to which the answer will shock all of them.
“Sweetheart, when did you decide to become an Assassin?” Dad asks, and I look at him as I try to find the best way to tell him the story about the part of my life he knows nothing about. I take a deep breath before I start talking about my secret life.
Flashback
After my eighth birthday, everything changed for me. I shifted for the first time, and I was able to hide my scent and my Lycan.
Fortune needed to stay a secret; we didn’t want my Mother to know about her, and we didn’t want to find out what she had in store for us if she ever found out about Fortune. It made it easier to sneak out of the house though, and it gave me the chance to train more than the two hours of training I got in school.
My Mother would always ask Dad about the assignment he had been on, but he never answered her questions, and I truly believe if he had ever answered her questions, she would have sold him out. I would follow Dad whenever he left the house, and I overheard every conversation he had with Colter about his assignments, making me and Fortune feel proud of what he had accomplished.
It is a week after I turned twelve. Dad just got back after being gone for almost two weeks, and I can’t remember if he left for that long before. Most of his assignments are done within a few days, but they never take more than a week, and for a few days I worried that something might have happened to him.
Mother is yelling at him as she always does after he returns, and Dad always remains calm with her, but not today. Today he releases his aura to make her back off, and something deep inside me tells me his assignment didn’t go as planned.
An hour later, Dad leaves the house with a file in his hand, and I follow him at a safe distance. He may not be able to smell my scent, but I don’t want him to see me if he turns around. He meets up with Colter in an old cottage on the far side of our territory, and as I suspected, his assignment failed; his target is too well-guarded for anyone to get close to him.
Colter and Dad walk to the back porch to talk about my Mother, and I sneak into the house to read the file Dad left on the coffee table.
His target is a man named Akar, and he has bought sixteen-year-old orphans, pretending to give them a better life. The problem is that he is the kind of Wolf he tells the orphanages he will protect them from, and none of them survive their stay with him, but he never mentions that to anyone.
I head back to the house to do some research on the guy, but I am not sure how I can help Dad with this assignment, and the more I find on Akar, the more I fear he will get away with his crimes.
Dad wasn’t kidding when he told Colter his house is guarded like a fortress; all the information that is available online about his house shows guards everywhere, and even my cocky little Lycan isn’t confident that we could get into his house.
A week passes, and I still have no answer to my question: how can I get close enough to Akar to take him out? Dad left this morning for a new assignment, and Mother left two hours ago, leaving me alone for however long Dad’s assignment lasts.
“Let’s go to the attic; I want to know what is up there,” Fortune says after I have finished my dinner, and I make my way up to the attic with the argument between my parents on my mind.
I had just gotten back from school when I heard my Mother arguing with Dad, and Fortune and I were both curious to find out what this argument was about. Mother wanted to clear out the attic, but Dad told her that that wasn’t going to happen, and Mother wanted to know why he wanted to keep all the old junk of his parents. Dad told her it belonged to him and that it was his choice to keep their stuff or not.
Fortune has been nagging me ever since to go to the attic, and with both my parents gone, I think it is safe to look at whatever it is my Grandparents left here. I open the door to the attic, and I don’t know where to look first; there is so much in the attic.
