Chapter 87
“Naomi’s dead,” the voice on the other end solemnly pronounced, catching Ethan off guard with the
sudden and unwee news. The weight of the revtion lingered heavily in the air.
“Is there something I can help you with?” the man inquired, sensing Ethan’s hesitancy from the other
end.
Ethan, still processing the shock, replied curtly, “No.”
“ept my condolences,” he offered, his words carrying a note of surprise that resonated through the
phone.
“This is just really shocking,” Ethan admitted with a heavy sigh, the unexpected news settling into the
fabric of his thoughts.
As the exchange continued, a somber atmosphere enveloped the conversation until, eventually, the
man at the other end concluded the call. Ethan slowly lowered the phone from his ear.
Restlessness gripped him,pelling an immediate journey homeward. As a slight drizzle began to
grace the surroundings, he navigated through the rain–soaked streets his mind racing with questions.
Be would be home, he had confirmed it from the butler.
Entering their bedroom silently he saw her seated in lost in her familiar routine at the vanity, seemed
unaware of his watchful gaze. His observations were silent but thoughtful,
After a prolonged silence, he finally uttered the heavy words, “Naomi’s dead.” Be queried, “What?”
Having not heard him clearly.
“Who’s dead?” she asked still concentrating on wiping her face.
“That pack elder you were talking to, the one from the previous night,” A weighty pause lingered in the
air before he continued, “What were you guys talking about?” He asked instead.
“I already told you,” Be replied, the edges of her voice tinged with annoyance. Defensively crossing
her arms, she continued, “She mistook me to be someone,” concluding with a frown that etched across
her face.
“Did she?” Ethan questioned, his features etched with incredulity, probing the depths of the revtion.
Be, met with his skepticism, retorted
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sharply, standing up.
“What does that even mean?” she demanded, the tension palpable in the room as their confrontation
unfolded.
“Did she really misce who you are?” Ethan sought rification.
“Someone from somewhere seemed to have recognized you, and suddenly she turned up dead!”
Ethan’s voice rose in a fervent usation, the weight of the revtion echoing through the room. Be,
blindsided by the abrupt disclosure, could only manage a stunned “What?!” Her eyes widened,
reflecting a mixture of shock and disbelief, as they stood facing each other in the silence that followed.
“What did you say?” Be queried, her steps purposeful as she closed the distance, standing directly in
front of him. Ethan, observing her reaction with a discerning gaze, studying the intricate y of
emotions on her face.
“You heard me,” he repeated.
Be, grappling with the sudden gravity of the situation, reached out, grabbing his arm.
“Ethan, what’s that supposed to mean?” she asked her face contorted in panic and rm.
Ethan countered with a probing question, “Why don’t you tell me? What exactly are you hiding?”
“Where is this evening from?!” Be’s voice echoed through the room, a crescendo of frustration.
Ethan, faced with the storm of emotions, watched her closely.
“I am your wife, your mate,” she asserted defensively.
“Some sick, almost senile old woman mistook me to be someone I wasn’t. I corrected the impression
she had, and that was all,” Be dered, nearly yelling at this point.
“Suddenly she’s dead, and you believe I’ve got something to do with it?!” Be’s voice, now tinged with
disbelief, hung in the charged air. “Really, Ethan?” she challenged, her vocal tone cracking with a raw
vulnerability when met with his silent stare.
“That’s hurtful.” She said almost breaking into a sob. She watched his face. contort withplex
emotions.
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Ethan felt a wave of suspicion, his thoughts swirling not just around her, but around the intricacies of
everything.
“You won’t talk?” he questioned with rigid resolve.
Be looked up meeting his determination in surprise, he really didn’t believe her.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She pleaded her eyes glittery with unshed tears.
“Fine, I’ll find out myself,” he dered, turning to leave.
“Ethan, Ethan!” she shrieked, the urgency in her voice cutting through the air like a plea. “We need to
talk, let’s talk!” she yelled, desperationcing her words.
Yet, he ignored her, striding purposefully outside into the rain, he made his way to where his car was
parked, leaving her standing in the doorway.
Be stood watching his car drive away slowly bing drenched in the unrelenting rain, her
silhouette was blurred through the car’s rearview mirror as Ethan drove away. He couldn’t shake the
image of her standing there dejectedly.
Compelled by an unsettling need for answers, Ethan retrieved his phone, Dialing a familiar number, he
issued a directive with a steely resolve, “I want you to trail Be, find out who she meets, who she talks
to, what she does.”
As the call ended, Ethan couldn’t dismiss the nagging thought: it couldn’t it all be a coincidence, could
it?
Seeing his car Drive out of sight Be panicked. Ethan was made up, she rushed back into the house,
grabbing her phone she made an urgent call.
“Naomi was quite ill; she was to retirepletely as a pack elder. She was quite old, you know,” the
man exined to Ethan.
Driven by the need for answers about Naomi’s death and whether she held any knowledge about his
wife, Ethan arranged a meeting and had gone to pay a visit.
The air hummed with questions as he met with a rtive, a man who introduced himself as Naomi’s
nephew.
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Was there anything suspicious about her death?” Ethan asked, the words leaving his l*ps in felt surreal,
he was questioning the circumstances surrounding Naomi’s sudden passing, but thinking of what
happened to Chris, he pressed on.
The other man appeared taken aback by the probing question. He had previously mentioned that she
died in her sleep, but it seemed Ethan was probing for specific details that eluded the initial
exnation.