Wolf Girl (Wolf Girl, #1)(60)

“And now my son is dead!” a woman spat.

My wolf crept closer, standing just beyond the doorway.

“Half of our wolves are gray or black, it’s the most common coloring.” I recognized the alpha’s voice.

“And your son happens to be a gray wolf, does he not?” the woman hissed. I recognized her voice, it was Vicon’s mother, the queen of all the vampires in Vampire City.

“Are you saying you think my son killed yours?” It was the first time I’d ever heard Sawyer’s mom speak in a threatening or strong tone; she was always so soft spoken and polite.

“Well, if he didn’t, then why the fuck is he grinning like an idiot right now?” Queen Drake spat.

“Because I hate your kind.” Sawyer’s voice could cut glass and my wolf went very still.

“And I want you off our land. Now.”

Silence fell over the room and my heart leapt into my throat as my wolf stepped inside.

‘No!’ I hissed to her mentally, ‘You’ll be seen!’

Wait … why was no one looking at me? My wolf walked right up to the table and I was shocked to see a lot more people there than I’d thought. Sawyer, his mom, Curt, and then Vicon’s parents, King and Queen Drake. I knew them from when my parents made the complaint. I’d met them for all of five minutes, but they weren’t two people you’d forget. There were also two men in suits, one sitting on each side … they looked like lawyers. The person at the head of the table shocked me the most.

Prime Minister Locke. Were the light fey like Switzerland in these situations? Maybe they were a neutral third party.

“We want a full investigation, Curt.” Vicon’s dad slammed his flat palm on the table and glared at the alpha.

Holy shit, he looked so much like Vicon it made the hair on my wolf stand up. His dark hair was slicked over to one side, and it looked wet but was probably a shitload of gel. He wore a crisp black satin suit with a black shirt and black tie. All of this was in stark contrast to his paper white skin.

Sawyer suddenly turned his head, very slowly, and looked right at me, eyes widening a little, before looking away quickly. Vicon’s mother did the same, following Sawyer’s gaze, but seemed to look past my wolf, and then away like she couldn’t see me.

What the hell?

“Of course. We will conduct an internal investigation and hand over our report to you when it’s complete.” Curt interlaced his fingers and set them on the table, giving the vampires a cold hard glare.

Sawyer dropped his hand underneath the table and wiggled his fingers, as if beckoning my wolf. She trotted over to him and he sank his fingers into my fur.

“Internal investigation?” Queen Drake barked in laughter. “The prince of Vampire City was brutally murdered. We have DNA wolf hair from the scene that we will be crosschecking with all of your wolves.”

Mr. Hudson went very still then, his eyes flashing yellow as he stood. “Over. My. Dead. Fucking. Body,” he growled.

Whoa. Our normally reserved alpha had finally lost his shit.

King Drake stood, glaring him down. “That can be arranged.”

The table erupted into shouts and the prime minister clapped loudly. “That’s enough!” he screamed, causing everyone to fall quiet.

Prime Minister Locke looked at the Drakes. “Your vampires have been sticking their noses where they don’t belong lately. The wolves have had two attacks on campus—”

King Drake tipped his chin up. “Without our knowledge!”

Yeah, right.

Locke shrugged. “Nevertheless, you are not wholly innocent in all of this.”

“So my son deserves to be murdered?” Queen Drake slammed her fist on the table. “I want some fucking justice!”

Locke looked to her and nodded. “Absolutely. So we will let the wolves conduct their internal investigation and bring forth the wolf or wolves responsible, but asking for an entire DNA database of their pack is unreasonable.”

Queen Drake hissed, looking feral, but sat down.

Curt gave a smug smile to his wife and then looked at Locke. “Thank you for mediating. I think it’s time our guests left. The sun is coming up soon after all. They must be very tired.”

The Drakes narrowed their eyes at the alpha and he and his wife and stood. Their useless lawyer who hadn’t spoken the entire time glared at Prime Minister Locke. “We will be filing a petition with the Magical Creatures Council to have the DNA sample crosschecked with the wolves brought forward from their internal investigation.” He patted his maroon leather briefcase to indicate the sample was inside.

Locke nodded. “Sounds like a reasonable request.”

Sawyer stiffened slightly, his fingers still in my fur. Was that his DNA hair sample in there? Obviously…

As the vampires reached the door, Sawyer spoke: “What’s the consequence in Vampire City for brutal rape?”

My wolf froze at the same time King and Queen Drake did. The entire room froze at that actually.

Queen Drake’s voice was like a loaded weapon. “Why do you ask?”

Sawyer shrugged carelessly. “Just curious.”

Awkward silence descended on the room as King Drake’s jaw clenched. “If found convicted, brutal rape carries a death sentence in our coven.”

Sawyer grinned, the cockiest fucking grin I’d ever seen, and my wolf practically purred. The queen lunged for Sawyer, darting halfway across the room, but the lawyer was faster. He zipped in front of her, grasping her by the shoulders.