Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 62

GRACE

There are so many things about the accident that don’t add up.

Yes, I’d argued with Lily and I’d been furious over how she’d attacked and killed my grandfather. She claimed that he had trespassed on her pack’s lands, but that’s a lie.

My grandfather ran only a handful of paths and they were all strictly on his own grounds. He didn’t trust surveillance or the prospect of discovery.

In his age, wolves barely interacted with humans. They certainly wouldn’t mingle with them or do all these mergers, ingratiating themselves into human society all with an eye toward financial gain.

In this, he wasn’t entirely right.

The world is changing too quickly.

Wolves— all wolves— would have to adapt.

Protecting our way of life would take knowledge and power and resources. It’s why I’d set out to become an attorney in the first place.

Lily swore that my grandfather trespassed and they were within their rights to attack him. If that is true, then something would’ve made him go there. I wonder to this day what that might have been.

After he died…I was blind with rage. I admit that.

But I’d only intended to confront Lily. To get the truth from her.

As my grandfather taught me, I would have challenged her, wolf to wolf.

With honor.

He would’ve been proud of that, I think.

Although knowing him and his focus of protecting me at all costs… he likely would have preferred I let his death go unavenged.

In my case, he would have been right.

Somehow in speeding to catch up with Lily after she took off in the sports car with her sister Jennifer, we had crashed.

I don’t understand why Jennifer's car had been rushing toward me.

What’s even more confusing…all of the eye witness reports, the statements all target me as the one at fault.

But how could that be?

Admittedly, the accident had been traumatic and some of the details surrounding the investigation that followed were still murky. I’d been in shock.

I lost a lot of blood. I was inundated with human medical professionals so shifting was out of the question.

It was the same with Lily and Jennifer.

Although I’m told Jennifer died on impact. It severed her spine making regeneration impossible.

For the life of me I can’t understand how there was so much security or camera footage—and yet none on the street where we crashed. Almost every street in the city had some kind of traffic camera. And the people who’d been witnesses, they’d all had the exact same version of events.

“Somehow, I don’t think that will do me much good.” I laugh self-deprecatingly. "I just feel a little unreconciled. I know I’m innocent, so it’s hard for me to let it go.”