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Isaiah Cairin was outside his house, looking around at his surroundings as he did his daily walking. Everyday, he usually takes a walk around Cairin Oaks, talking with his packmates. Upfront, it looked like a peaceful daily activity of the Alpha but no one knew the sadness and the distraught he still felt inside.
In order to not raise any suspicion towards them, Isaiah usually pretends that everything was all fine and dandy. No matter how much it pains him to pretend nothing had happened, everyday he always thought about his granddaughter. Although it was a relief to not receive any amputated body parts of his granddaughter, who would know how she was faring right now? Or since that fateful year before?
That day was no different. It has been awhile since he had met up with the Alpha of the Kendall pack. Even though he knew that there has been something going on recently, especially with the son, according to his sources, it doesn't mean that Isaiah was patient. He needed to work with the Kendall packs. If it's not for his granddaughter, it's for the shifters' future!
It was unfortunate that he could not send any of his close packmates to meet with the Alpha since everyone except him was still under the evil shifter's control. Any actions made by them will easily be detected by that powerful warlock. Even if he cannot hear what was being talked about but the fact that if one of the Cairin packmates were to visit the Kendall pack, it will arise suspicion on them. And he knew if that were to happen, more trouble would be brought to his granddaughter.
After minutes of walking, without realization, he reached the piazza. He looked up at the statue in front of him. The statue stood tall and strong, without any evidence of ruination and decay. He sighed inwardly in dismay. Looking at the strong profile of the Cairin's first Alpha, he always feels that he was lacking, compare to the former. But that was no surprise, knowing that the first Alpha was a lycan.
It was no big news that the first Alpha of the Cairin packs was a Lycan. Because although the lycans were extinct, their bloodlines still flow through the blood of some shifters, just like the Cairin pack inheriting the healing powers. And there were also rumours that lycans still exist but were hidden. It was not known how many lycans were still alive, but Isaiah believed that Dane from the Kendall pack was one of them. And unbeknownst to him, his granddaughter's wolf counterpart was actually one of the lycans as well.
As he stood there, floods of memories began to swamp his mind. He continued to look at the statue, unaware of the activities happening around him.
It was unsure how long he stood there, lost in his memories. His close aides knew their Alpha well to leave him alone. After a while, Isaiah turned around and then made a decision to meet with the Alpha of the Kendall pack once again.
-----
Although the case of Zant's death was a closed case, it did not hinder the Kendall pack to try to find out the truth.
Paccia was in her house, standing in front of her cauldron. Beside the cauldron was a table that holds her many apparatus and potions. One of the glass bottles that stood on the table was the exact bottle from Fergus. The one that had black powder in it, also believed to be the remnants of Zant's soul.
It was quiet inside Paccia's house, other than the sounds of sizzles and poofs from the cauldron. She was alone at that time, busy with her concoction. After she was given the bottle by Fergus, she immediately shut herself inside her house, trying to get more clues from the powder. She hasn't come out from her house for days. Apparently, the spell was quite powerful and because she was more like a seer, rather than a witch, it was a pretty hard spell to deduce from.
Soon after, she finally found the right spell. She swiftly dropped mixture after mixture into the large cauldron. Ignoring the little poofs coming out from the pot, she continued dropping the mixtures while at the same time, murmuring chants of spells.
While waiting for the concoction in the cauldron to fully mix, Paccia moved aside where she continued to study the black powder which was now spread on the table.
Few hours later, the cauldron which had been making popping sounds suddenly fell silent. Instead of going straight to the cauldron, she continued to study the powder on the table, as if she did not hear the silence.
Once she was done studying, she walked towards the cauldron. She then added something to the black powder which was back in the bottle and closed the lid. She shook the bottle, mixing the insides and then poured the whole content into the cauldron.
In just a few seconds, the cauldron started to shake vigorously. But Paccia did not panic. Rather, she just took a step back as she watched the cauldron continue to shake, bursting out little puffs of black and green air.
Although one could not see what was happening, Paccia was a seer. The moment when the cauldron was puffing out black and green air, her face darkened. She continued to watch as the puffs of black and green air began to change shape. It was as if only Paccia herself understood what the change of the puff meant. In her eyes, she saw the shape changed to Zant's face. The face looked like he was in pain, contorted in agony. She began to frown when she heard little whispers in her head after she breathed in the black and green air as her eyes turned white. The little whispers flew in her mind, telling her things of what had happened during the murder.
Soon after, her eyes reverted back to its natural color. Then, there was a glint of determination in her eyes. She quickly covered the cauldron and walked out of her house.
Lachlan was at the packhouse where he was talking with Noaz, demanding updates in regards to Erick and Dane.
Ever since the death of Zant, although the case has been closed, there were still many of Zant's supporters. There were those who demanded Roel's arrest, even if he has been declared not guilty. So, Noaz has been appointed to look after Erick, while Lachlan tries to clear Roel's good name. The case against Roel was slowly coming to a close, being that there were many alibis for Roel and that there were no direct evidence, such as fingerprints to show that he was involved in the murder.
Lachlan had been furious when he found out about the case against Roel. Even if Roel was part of his pack, he unofficially adopted the triplets when they were young. In short, it was like, going against his family and indirectly against his sons. This made Lachlan enraged.
So, after listening to Noaz's report on Erick and Dane, he was slightly relieved but he told the triplet to continue on protecting Erick from the shadows.
Just as Noaz was about to leave the room, Paccia walked, without even knocking on the door. To Noaz's surprise, Lachlan did not look furious at the rudeness Paccia had shown. Rather, it was as if he had expected the latter to burst into the room in the first place.
After giving a bow of respect, Noaz left the room, leaving Paccia and Lachlan alone.
Without waiting for permission, Paccia sat down on a chair in front of her Alpha. Lachlan just c.o.c.ked an eyebrow but did not say a word.
"I'm done studying the black powder that you've given me, Alpha."
Lachlan frowned as he crossed his legs, his fingers interlocked with each other on his lap, leaning against his seat. "Go on," he said. Inwardly, he was slightly surprised that Paccia managed to find anything about the black powder. As mentioned before, Paccia was only a seer, who doesn't have strong powers like a warlock. However, as years passed, it seems like she had improved herself that in reality, she shouldn't be known as a seer. Rather, she was slowly becoming a witch, the female counterpart of a warlock.
Paccia started to voice out her reports. She then ended by saying, "We need the cooperation from the Cairin pack."
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Isaiah Cairin was outside his house, looking around at his surroundings as he did his daily walking. Everyday, he usually takes a walk around Cairin Oaks, talking with his packmates. Upfront, it looked like a peaceful daily activity of the Alpha but no one knew the sadness and the distraught he still felt inside.
In order to not raise any suspicion towards them, Isaiah usually pretends that everything was all fine and dandy. No matter how much it pains him to pretend nothing had happened, everyday he always thought about his granddaughter. Although it was a relief to not receive any amputated body parts of his granddaughter, who would know how she was faring right now? Or since that fateful year before?
That day was no different. It has been awhile since he had met up with the Alpha of the Kendall pack. Even though he knew that there has been something going on recently, especially with the son, according to his sources, it doesn't mean that Isaiah was patient. He needed to work with the Kendall packs. If it's not for his granddaughter, it's for the shifters' future!
It was unfortunate that he could not send any of his close packmates to meet with the Alpha since everyone except him was still under the evil shifter's control. Any actions made by them will easily be detected by that powerful warlock. Even if he cannot hear what was being talked about but the fact that if one of the Cairin packmates were to visit the Kendall pack, it will arise suspicion on them. And he knew if that were to happen, more trouble would be brought to his granddaughter.
After minutes of walking, without realization, he reached the piazza. He looked up at the statue in front of him. The statue stood tall and strong, without any evidence of ruination and decay. He sighed inwardly in dismay. Looking at the strong profile of the Cairin's first Alpha, he always feels that he was lacking, compare to the former. But that was no surprise, knowing that the first Alpha was a lycan.
It was no big news that the first Alpha of the Cairin packs was a Lycan. Because although the lycans were extinct, their bloodlines still flow through the blood of some shifters, just like the Cairin pack inheriting the healing powers. And there were also rumours that lycans still exist but were hidden. It was not known how many lycans were still alive, but Isaiah believed that Dane from the Kendall pack was one of them. And unbeknownst to him, his granddaughter's wolf counterpart was actually one of the lycans as well.
As he stood there, floods of memories began to swamp his mind. He continued to look at the statue, unaware of the activities happening around him.
It was unsure how long he stood there, lost in his memories. His close aides knew their Alpha well to leave him alone. After a while, Isaiah turned around and then made a decision to meet with the Alpha of the Kendall pack once again.
-----
Although the case of Zant's death was a closed case, it did not hinder the Kendall pack to try to find out the truth.
Paccia was in her house, standing in front of her cauldron. Beside the cauldron was a table that holds her many apparatus and potions. One of the glass bottles that stood on the table was the exact bottle from Fergus. The one that had black powder in it, also believed to be the remnants of Zant's soul.
It was quiet inside Paccia's house, other than the sounds of sizzles and poofs from the cauldron. She was alone at that time, busy with her concoction. After she was given the bottle by Fergus, she immediately shut herself inside her house, trying to get more clues from the powder. She hasn't come out from her house for days. Apparently, the spell was quite powerful and because she was more like a seer, rather than a witch, it was a pretty hard spell to deduce from.
Soon after, she finally found the right spell. She swiftly dropped mixture after mixture into the large cauldron. Ignoring the little poofs coming out from the pot, she continued dropping the mixtures while at the same time, murmuring chants of spells.
While waiting for the concoction in the cauldron to fully mix, Paccia moved aside where she continued to study the black powder which was now spread on the table.
Few hours later, the cauldron which had been making popping sounds suddenly fell silent. Instead of going straight to the cauldron, she continued to study the powder on the table, as if she did not hear the silence.
Once she was done studying, she walked towards the cauldron. She then added something to the black powder which was back in the bottle and closed the lid. She shook the bottle, mixing the insides and then poured the whole content into the cauldron.
In just a few seconds, the cauldron started to shake vigorously. But Paccia did not panic. Rather, she just took a step back as she watched the cauldron continue to shake, bursting out little puffs of black and green air.
Although one could not see what was happening, Paccia was a seer. The moment when the cauldron was puffing out black and green air, her face darkened. She continued to watch as the puffs of black and green air began to change shape. It was as if only Paccia herself understood what the change of the puff meant. In her eyes, she saw the shape changed to Zant's face. The face looked like he was in pain, contorted in agony. She began to frown when she heard little whispers in her head after she breathed in the black and green air as her eyes turned white. The little whispers flew in her mind, telling her things of what had happened during the murder.
Soon after, her eyes reverted back to its natural color. Then, there was a glint of determination in her eyes. She quickly covered the cauldron and walked out of her house.
Lachlan was at the packhouse where he was talking with Noaz, demanding updates in regards to Erick and Dane.
Ever since the death of Zant, although the case has been closed, there were still many of Zant's supporters. There were those who demanded Roel's arrest, even if he has been declared not guilty. So, Noaz has been appointed to look after Erick, while Lachlan tries to clear Roel's good name. The case against Roel was slowly coming to a close, being that there were many alibis for Roel and that there were no direct evidence, such as fingerprints to show that he was involved in the murder.
Lachlan had been furious when he found out about the case against Roel. Even if Roel was part of his pack, he unofficially adopted the triplets when they were young. In short, it was like, going against his family and indirectly against his sons. This made Lachlan enraged.
So, after listening to Noaz's report on Erick and Dane, he was slightly relieved but he told the triplet to continue on protecting Erick from the shadows.
Just as Noaz was about to leave the room, Paccia walked, without even knocking on the door. To Noaz's surprise, Lachlan did not look furious at the rudeness Paccia had shown. Rather, it was as if he had expected the latter to burst into the room in the first place.
After giving a bow of respect, Noaz left the room, leaving Paccia and Lachlan alone.
Without waiting for permission, Paccia sat down on a chair in front of her Alpha. Lachlan just c.o.c.ked an eyebrow but did not say a word.
"I'm done studying the black powder that you've given me, Alpha."
Lachlan frowned as he crossed his legs, his fingers interlocked with each other on his lap, leaning against his seat. "Go on," he said. Inwardly, he was slightly surprised that Paccia managed to find anything about the black powder. As mentioned before, Paccia was only a seer, who doesn't have strong powers like a warlock. However, as years passed, it seems like she had improved herself that in reality, she shouldn't be known as a seer. Rather, she was slowly becoming a witch, the female counterpart of a warlock.
Paccia started to voice out her reports. She then ended by saying, "We need the cooperation from the Cairin pack."
Isaiah Cairin was outside his house, looking around at his surroundings as he did his daily walking. Everyday, he usually takes a walk around Cairin Oaks, talking with his packmates. Upfront, it looked like a peaceful daily activity of the Alpha but no one knew the sadness and the distraught he still felt inside. In order to not raise any suspicion towards them, Isaiah usually pretends that everything was all fine and dandy. No matter how much it pains him to pretend nothing had happened, everyday he always thought about his granddaughter. Although it was a relief to not receive any amputated body parts of his granddaughter, who would know how she was faring right now? Or since that fateful year before? That day was no different. It has been awhile since he had met up with the Alpha of the Kendall pack. Even though he knew that there has been something going on recently, especially with the son, according to his sources, it doesn't mean that Isaiah was patient. He needed to work with the Kendall packs. If it's not for his granddaughter, it's for the shifters' future! It was unfortunate that he could not send any of his close packmates to meet with the Alpha since everyone except him was still under the evil shifter's control. Any actions made by them will easily be detected by that powerful warlock. Even if he cannot hear what was being talked about but the fact that if one of the Cairin packmates were to visit the Kendall pack, it will arise suspicion on them. And he knew if that were to happen, more trouble would be brought to his granddaughter. After minutes of walking, without realization, he reached the piazza. He looked up at the statue in front of him. The statue stood tall and strong, without any evidence of ruination and decay. He sighed inwardly in dismay. Looking at the strong profile of the Cairin's first Alpha, he always feels that he was lacking, compare to the former. But that was no surprise, knowing that the first Alpha was a lycan. It was no big news that the first Alpha of the Cairin packs was a Lycan. Because although the lycans were extinct, their bloodlines still flow through the blood of some shifters, just like the Cairin pack inheriting the healing powers. And there were also rumours that lycans still exist but were hidden. It was not known how many lycans were still alive, but Isaiah believed that Dane from the Kendall pack was one of them. And unbeknownst to him, his granddaughter's wolf counterpart was actually one of the lycans as well. As he stood there, floods of memories began to swamp his mind. He continued to look at the statue, unaware of the activities happening around him. It was unsure how long he stood there, lost in his memories. His close aides knew their Alpha well to leave him alone. After a while, Isaiah turned around and then made a decision to meet with the Alpha of the Kendall pack once again. ----- Although the case of Zant's death was a closed case, it did not hinder the Kendall pack to try to find out the truth. Paccia was in her house, standing in front of her cauldron. Beside the cauldron was a table that holds her many apparatus and potions. One of the glass bottles that stood on the table was the exact bottle from Fergus. The one that had black powder in it, also believed to be the remnants of Zant's soul. It was quiet inside Paccia's house, other than the sounds of sizzles and poofs from the cauldron. She was alone at that time, busy with her concoction. After she was given the bottle by Fergus, she immediately shut herself inside her house, trying to get more clues from the powder. She hasn't come out from her house for days. Apparently, the spell was quite powerful and because she was more like a seer, rather than a witch, it was a pretty hard spell to deduce from. Soon after, she finally found the right spell. She swiftly dropped mixture after mixture into the large cauldron. Ignoring the little poofs coming out from the pot, she continued dropping the mixtures while at the same time, murmuring chants of spells. While waiting for the concoction in the cauldron to fully mix, Paccia moved aside where she continued to study the black powder which was now spread on the table. Few hours later, the cauldron which had been making popping sounds suddenly fell silent. Instead of going straight to the cauldron, she continued to study the powder on the table, as if she did not hear the silence. Once she was done studying, she walked towards the cauldron. She then added something to the black powder which was back in the bottle and closed the lid. She shook the bottle, mixing the insides and then poured the whole content into the cauldron. In just a few seconds, the cauldron started to shake vigorously. But Paccia did not panic. Rather, she just took a step back as she watched the cauldron continue to shake, bursting out little puffs of black and green air. Although one could not see what was happening, Paccia was a seer. The moment when the cauldron was puffing out black and green air, her face darkened. She continued to watch as the puffs of black and green air began to change shape. It was as if only Paccia herself understood what the change of the puff meant. In her eyes, she saw the shape changed to Zant's face. The face looked like he was in pain, contorted in agony. She began to frown when she heard little whispers in her head after she breathed in the black and green air as her eyes turned white. The little whispers flew in her mind, telling her things of what had happened during the murder. Soon after, her eyes reverted back to its natural color. Then, there was a glint of determination in her eyes. She quickly covered the cauldron and walked out of her house. Lachlan was at the packhouse where he was talking with Noaz, demanding updates in regards to Erick and Dane. Ever since the death of Zant, although the case has been closed, there were still many of Zant's supporters. There were those who demanded Roel's arrest, even if he has been declared not guilty. So, Noaz has been appointed to look after Erick, while Lachlan tries to clear Roel's good name. The case against Roel was slowly coming to a close, being that there were many alibis for Roel and that there were no direct evidence, such as fingerprints to show that he was involved in the murder. Lachlan had been furious when he found out about the case against Roel. Even if Roel was part of his pack, he unofficially adopted the triplets when they were young. In short, it was like, going against his family and indirectly against his sons. This made Lachlan enraged. So, after listening to Noaz's report on Erick and Dane, he was slightly relieved but he told the triplet to continue on protecting Erick from the shadows. Just as Noaz was about to leave the room, Paccia walked, without even knocking on the door. To Noaz's surprise, Lachlan did not look furious at the rudeness Paccia had shown. Rather, it was as if he had expected the latter to burst into the room in the first place. After giving a bow of respect, Noaz left the room, leaving Paccia and Lachlan alone. Without waiting for permission, Paccia sat down on a chair in front of her Alpha. Lachlan just c.o.c.ked an eyebrow but did not say a word. "I'm done studying the black powder that you've given me, Alpha." Lachlan frowned as he crossed his legs, his fingers interlocked with each other on his lap, leaning against his seat. "Go on," he said. Inwardly, he was slightly surprised that Paccia managed to find anything about the black powder. As mentioned before, Paccia was only a seer, who doesn't have strong powers like a warlock. However, as years passed, it seems like she had improved herself that in reality, she shouldn't be known as a seer. Rather, she was slowly becoming a witch, the female counterpart of a warlock. Paccia started to voice out her reports. She then ended by saying, "We need the cooperation from the Cairin pack."
