Helanie:
"Mr. Coombs, we thought you were too sick to come out of your room," I said, curiosity clear in my voice. He smiled, but I could tell it was fake, just to throw us off guard.
"Yeah, I’m tired and a little sick. Actually, after Salem died, I haven’t been too well," he mumbled, and the mention of Salem soured my mood even more. Every time I thought of Sydney, I wanted to slap her for what she’d done to Salem. And even now, when her father mentioned Salem, she rolled her eyes and grunted.
"I’m sorry, do you not feel bad for your sister?" I asked, calling her out. I could tell it shocked her. She hadn’t expected me to directly point at her odd behavior.
"It saddens me, but it also reminds me how all the fingers were pointed at me," she hissed, stabbing a finger at her chest.
"And rightfully so," I added. She glared back at me with a deep scowl.
"Anyway, now that you’re here, how about we offer you lunch? The servers have already prepared a great meal, so come join us," Mr. Coombs said, gesturing with his hand before turning to lead us to the dining room.
But we hadn’t come to dine, and we weren’t about to waste time before checking the garden, just like the warrior told us.
"Actually, we’ve already eaten. We’d like to continue the search, because we have somewhere else to be," I replied, making it sound like a routine check-up of all the big packs with unresolved issues.
"Right, we heard something happened in The Vicious Bane Pack," Mr. Coombs said quickly, trying to change the subject.
"Yeah, thankfully we dealt with it. Helanie was clever and patient in resolving that matter," Kaye said, complimenting me. Sydney rolled her eyes again, this time looking even more exhausted.
"What brings you here then? Is this just a regular check-up? Usually the Alpha Kings don’t do that until the end of the year," Mr. Coombs asked once he realized he couldn’t distract us.
We were here for business, and there was no way they could turn our attention.
"We want to know what happened to the previous Alpha of the pack. It’s strange he just disappeared," I said, recalling the Alpha who left his pack and crown out of nowhere. "Usually, they don’t do that. The Alpha title is sacred. For someone to just walk away, they must have been through something really, really traumatic not to care about the crown."
"I used to call him Alpha Brother. I mean, everybody knew him by that name, and he didn’t really care about pack matters. He never even wanted to be an Alpha, so when I suggested I could take over, he was just happy. I guess he wanted to leave with his family. He had one daughter and a son, and that was it. His wife died very early, so I think he missed her and didn’t want to be Alpha anymore," Mr. Coombs said in one breath, smiling like that was all.
"Well, that is something," I commented, not knowing how else to respond. "But we’d like to go to the backyard."
As soon as I said it, I saw the fake smile slip from his face. He forced it back, smiling wider. "Sure, why not," he said, pointing toward the door.
We turned and headed to the backyard, which was just a garden. Before we knew it, he had joined us.
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