Chapter 388
Chapter 388:
“I made your favorite cookies. I hope you’ll enjoy taking them to school. But I must warn you, the sugar is very minimal. Just let me know if you’d prefer more sugar next time p>
I set the tray on their table. They still didn’t say a word to me.
Shrugging, I turned around to leave.
“Thank you, Aunt Lyric,” I heard that small familiar voice just as my hand wrapped around the knob.
I stopped in my tracks, turned around, and released a bright smile at Xylon.
“You’re welcome, honey p>
I left the room feeling like I was floating.
Jaris was so angry I was scared to talk to him, so I slept through the entire flight.
His gentle tap woke me when we reached our destination.
“I told you to stay back ’cause this might be stressful. You just don’t listen,” he scolded lightly.
“Someone needed to be here to stop you from ripping some heads off,” I yawned sleepily.
Disembarking from the plane, I caught the smell of something strong—like chicken soup. It was so hard to resist.
“I think we need to check out the restaurant,” I turned to Jaris with puppy eyes. We might be here for something gravely important, but there was no way I was leaving this airport without having a taste of that soup.
“We don’t have time for this,” he tried to object.
“Don’t worry, you could just leave me behind and I’ll catch up with you. But make no mistake, I’m not getting out of here without tasting that soup p>
Of course, Jaris couldn’t abandon me. He followed me to the kitchen where we grabbed the soup before proceeding to our location. I ate in the car.
By the time we reached the late Alpha’s pack, I was done eating and in my sober mood. The entire Pack was gloomy and filled with so much sadness—nothing like I’d seen before.
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It was enough to make me regret eating the soup I’d just had, because now I felt like throwing up.
JARIS
I showed Lyric a place to sit and wait for me while my men and I went in to see the body. Bodies, actually.
Miguel and nine of his men had been killed.
The sight filled me with fresh rage and the need to rip someone’s head off. Miguel hadn’t just been killed; he’d been brutalized. Same with his men. From the report I got, after returning from the meeting last night, he stopped by his favorite bar to get some drinks. It was on his way home the attack occurred. Miguel was a strong man from a strong Pack. For them to have been overpowered, their attackers must’ve come in large numbers. Unfortunately, there were no survivors or witnesses, so we didn’t even know who was responsible.