My Fated Alpha's Cruel Game (Elena and Marcus) novel Chapter 138

Chapter 138: Chapter 138 Field of Graves

Caleb’s POV

I joke around with my mother constantly, and she adores how I interact with my brothers and sister. But everyone in our pack knows the truth - she never truly healed from losing Briar. When she discovered she was pregnant with the twins, she kept it secret for months. She feared the judgment, worried people would think she had moved on and forgotten about Briar.

Nothing could be further from reality.

She carries Briar’s photograph everywhere - tucked in her purse, placed beside her bed. Some nights, I hear her on the veranda, whispering to that picture when the loneliness becomes unbearable. Those are her darkest moments, when the grief crashes over her like a tidal wave.

I was only five when Briar vanished, but the memory burns sharp and clear. I watched my mother nearly shatter completely. If not for my father pulling her back from the edge, I might have lost her too.

Now, staring at these surveillance photos of the hunter my mother spotted, I feel certainty settling in my gut. This woman has to be Briar. The resemblance to my mother is undeniable - the same bone structure, the same eyes. And my mother was the only one who saw her face clearly.

There’s ancient folklore among our kind about recognizing family members even after years of separation. Most dismiss it as superstition, but I wouldn’t bet against my mother being the first to prove it true.

"Caleb." Wyatt’s voice cut through my thoughts as he knocked and entered without waiting.

"Yeah." I slipped the photos into a drawer.

"Chopper’s ready. Time to move." He stepped aside as I grabbed my gear.

The helicopter waited in the field beside our packhouse. Wyatt and I sprinted across the grass with the other warriors, lifting off within minutes.

Wyatt has been my constant companion since I returned to this pack from my mother’s territory years ago. We attended school together, caused trouble together, and when I claim the Alpha title, he’ll stand as my Beta. I trust him with my life, which is why we tackle every dangerous mission as a team.

We might act like idiots most of the time, but when situations turn deadly serious, there’s nobody I’d rather have watching my back.

Three hours of flight time brought us to our destination pack. The pilot tried reaching them on radio frequencies, but only static answered. We approached their landing zone displaying our pack insignia clearly - they would recognize us as allies, not threats.

But as we touched down, I realized communication wouldn’t be an issue.

The territory stretched empty in every direction. No guards patrolled the perimeter. No movement near the packhouse or surrounding buildings. The silence felt wrong, unnatural.

"Split into teams of three. We’re clearing this entire territory." I issued orders as boots hit the ground.

I headed straight for the packhouse with two warriors flanking me. We kicked down the front entrance and swept each floor methodically. First level clear. Second level clear. Third level clear. The basement dungeon yielded nothing but dust and shadows.

We emerged into daylight just as Wyatt came running from the opposite direction.

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