Chapter 70

Amelie

"Mommy?" Daisy looks up at me. Snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Yes, Daisy Girl?" I look down at her.

"Did you save the hurt puppies?" Everyone sees the Daisy that goes 100 miles an hour or is exceptionally stubborn. They don't get to see the sweet, kindhearted side like Gideon and I do.

"I didn't save them. You and Rose saved them. Mommy just helped." I bend down to my knees and pull them both into a hug. They wrap their tiny arms around my neck. "I'm so proud of you girls. You are so brave."

"Mommy, it was scarwee." Rose squeezes my neck a little tighter.

"I know. Mommy was scared too." I give them both a kiss on the cheek and stand up.

We are heading back to our wing of the packhouse after my hospital visit. It's a few hours until dinner, and Gideon will be home late tonight. I can't wait for him to be home. I know I need to make my presents known to the pack after the fake rouge attack, but all I want to do is stay in our wing with the girls. I know we have a spy, maybe even a few, and they win if I don't show my face. I can't let them see I'm rattled. I still have so much to do before dinner.

I mind-link Tyson and the ranked females, "Let's meet in the playroom. We can go over what we found out today before dinner."

"Yes, Luna." I ended the link.

After the hospital visit, we all came back at different times. I wanted to compile all our information for Gideon before he came back tonight. We head straight for the playroom, and everyone meets us there within five minutes. The kids start to play in the tents, and we sit around our desks.

"OK, so I'll start," I say as I rub my temple. "I was only able to talk with Bailey as the other she-wolf was asleep. From what she said, there are hundreds of captives wolves. They are being taken before the age of ten and being forced to fight for survival. When they are sent to attack a pack, they are directed by an Alpha or a Beta and drugged. Did anyone get details?"

Jordan speaks up, "Luna, I think I got something. Tony, the 17-year-old male birth pack, is Death Valley Pack said he was not abducted like the others, but his parents gave him willingly to their Alpha. It sounds like they were told their children would be part of an elite training program, and anyone who sent their children would be rewarded. Since that day, he hasn't seen his parents, but he has seen Alpha Sibley and the pack Beta Bryant. Beta Bryant was the one who led them to our territory."

I'm in shock, "Death Valley has a seat on the Alpha Council! You're telling me a sitting council member is actively involved!"

Jorden nods her head, “Yes Luna. I couldn't believe it myself. Death Valley is my birth pack. I grew up with Alpha Lars Sibley. My father was the Beta at the time, but being an only child, Alpha Lars chose his next Beta when he took over. By that time, I was already mated to Marcus. My father allegedly died in a rogue attack, but it never felt right. I believe Alpha Lars Sibley killed my father, the former Beta of the Death Valley pack, to keep this awful secret." Tears are rolling down her cheeks, but she looks me dead in the eyes. I know her anger is more profound than her sadness. Jorden wants revenge. She always seems so soft and delicate, like a beautifully crafted porcelain doll. The she-wolf standing in front of me now was anything but. She looked like she could rip the head of anyone who stood in her way of justice. "My pack is a part of this. They destroyed the lives of their own children of their own pack. What kind of Alpha does that? He is the pack protector, not their warden."

My feet move without my mindfully understanding where we are going, and before I know it, I'm pulling Jordan in for a hug. Shay and Becky come over, and we all hug Jordan together. "We will get them. We won't let them hurt anyone else ever again." I loosen my hug and lean back and look at Jordan. She nods, and I take a step back.

"OK. Tyson, please add Beta Camron Stock's murder to our list of offenses for these assholes." I still hadn't gotten all the details from Gideon on what he found at the Koray Pack, but I knew our list of offenses would keep growing. "Also, Tyson, until we find out which packs are involved or which might have spies, we need to keep the non-affiliated wolves secret. We will need to find a way to hind them in plain sight. I wanted to reunite them as quickly as possible, but it's too dangerous for them and us."

"I agree, Luna. After finding out they are targeting their own, we can't trust many." Tyson pulls out a folded piece of paper from his pocket. "Luna, the wolf I spoke with drew this." He hands me the paper. It's a moon cycle chart with the full moon in the center silhouetted by a wolf howling.

"What's the significance?" I give him a raised brow.

"The wolf Faris I spoke with said he saw this as a tattoo on their handlers and the Alpha and Betas. I think this is their way of identifying each other. From what this sounds, this is bigger than we thought, so they have to have a way to recognize actual members over pawns. I think this is how." Tyson hangs his arm around Shay. He's looking at his mate like he's wanting her to praise him for doing good. Shay grins a sweet smile and kisses him softly on the lips.

"Good work, babe." She puts her arm around his waist.

Tyson gets a big goofy grin of satisfaction. "Oh yeah, one more detail. The tattoo is always in blue ink on the arm, I guess."

The twins come bursting out of the play tent, "Mommy!" They are yelling and running to me.

"What is it, girls?" I bend down, worried something is wrong. Rose grabs the paper with the drawing out of my hands. The twins look at each other, then look at me.

Rose leans up to my ear and whispers, "That is what the blue people have on them. They have blue on their arm." Rose points to her forearm.

In a low, hushed tone, I ask, "Where on their arm is the blue mark?" Daisy points right below the crook of her elbow. "Are the blue people here in our pack?"

They look at each other and nod their heads. I look around the room Easten and Ryan have come out of the tent and are with their mothers. I trust everyone in here, but I'm starting to question everything I know. I pull the twins close and whisper. "Are the blue people in this room?"

"No, mommy. This is famawee," Daisy shakes her head. My body instantly relaxes. I stand up.

"I think we need to start figuring out who in our pack is part of this group and how many. Tyson, I know you have been running training while Marcus is away, but I think Shay should come and assists. This way, with the two of you, we can get a better count. Jordan, I want you to start making your rounds to the investigative and cyber units. I'll have Matt's elite guard accompany you. Becky, you will need to find out if any packhouse staff are part of this group. Benjamin will be back tonight. I know he will assign you a few of his men to help. I'll continue to talk with the non-affiliated wolves and see what else I can figure out. I'm sure Gideon will expand on this plan. They get back late tonight. Plan to meet in our wing when they do. We are not going to get much sleep tonight." I rub my temple and let out a breath.

"You truly are the perfect Luna for the Druit Guard," Tyson says with that big toothy grin on his face.

"Thanks… I think." We all chuckle a little. A break in tension was needed.

Becky chimes in, dinner is starting in five minutes. We should go down together. Show them, whoever they are, we don't back down!" Her fire is contagious as always.

"You're right. Let's go." I take the twins' hands in mine, and before you know it, we are at the entrance of the dining room.

I stand tall, and my small frame will allow me to walk straight to the head table. As I enter, everyone stands and bows, giving me the same respect, they give Gideon because I am the Alpha-female. No one can deny it.

Tyson and Shay are right behind me, followed by Jordan than Becky. We get to our table, and I situate the twins. I look out over the dining room, scanning searching. I find it!

I found the first tattoo. It's as long as a ballpoint pen with the full moon center the size of a quarter. I'm not surprised to realize the owner. Von Jericho.