Page 16 of Wolf's Redemption

"I won't ask nicely next time," she warned me.

I shrugged my shoulders and went on my way with a small bag where I kept Eric's gray coat and blue shirt.

"Are you all ready?" my father asked.

"Almost there," Linda said agitatedly as she had Max, her back guard carrying three suitcases full of clothes and who knows what else.

As was customary, we were divided into separate cars. This was a security measure to protect the Alpha's offspring.

My father and Lissandra were in one car, Linda in another accompanied by Max, two more guards, and the driver, and me in the last, escorted by Morgana and our driver Taylor, who was her friend with benefits.

"We don't have all day, princess," Morgana joked, opening the car door for me. "We have to catch up."

I got into the black car; Morgan got in behind me and closed the door.

"What are we waiting for?" I asked.

"Your father's order," Taylor said, holding the communicator.

My father gave the signal, and we caravanned out onto the main road linking the city on the water with the rest. The scenery was beautiful, the tall buildings and creative structures, then getting lost in the thick forest surrounding the rivers.

"Tell me how you ended up in Eric's bed?" she asked me excitedly.

"I wouldn't want to talk about it," I told her, repressing my emotions.

"No bitch, you have to tell me everything in detail," she said. "It's the least you can do."

I took a deep breath to organize my thoughts and told her about the adulterated wine and how I suddenly lost consciousness only to wake up in the bed of the heir to the night pack.

She heard my words, and her eyes sparkled even as I told her the part about Alston breaking up with me.

"He didn't deserve you," she said. "I told you many times you deserved someone who shared your ambition, not a spoiled brat."

I watched out the window, and the rest of the gang rode in their cars close behind us. And attentive to everything going on around us. To me, this was silly because since the alliance between the packs was made official, wars ceased, and everything was resolved through the council of elders. We were in a very civilized era where each major pack took a state as its territory and was in charge of maintaining peace within it between its own and the small packs that inhabited its domain.

My father, the Alpha of the Sith pack, was the Alpha of Pennsylvania and one of the most powerful and respected among the other Alphas.

"Maybe you were right after all," I said, still feeling awful about it.

Not just because of the breakup but because I couldn't get Eric out of my head.

After a long and tedious drive, we arrived at W Rockland Street, Philadelphia, where our house was located. Nicholas Sith, my father, was known among humans as a successful man and the owner of almost the entire city. To humans, my father was just another businessman, and our identity as Werewolves was unknown to them.

"Do you need help?" Morgan asked, pointing to my small bag.

"No, this doesn't weigh anything," I told my friend.

"I know, I'm just doing my job," she replied seriously, and that's when I felt the presence of her father, the head of security.

They saw eye to eye, and I understood they had unfinished business. It was probably about me wearing her dress, or maybe I was being a little paranoid.

"Cathy, a package arrived for you. I left it on your bed," one of the maids notified me.

I was waiting to hear back from a perfumery in Los Angeles to whom I had sent a sample of a fragrance I had created, the reply should have come weeks ago, but it never did, so I gave up.

I climbed the wooden stairs and crossed the narrow hallway until I reached my room.

On my bed was a package wrapped in tape and black bags. I picked it up, and it felt heavy. I shook it, but there was no strange noise.