“Yes!” Ryland sighed “Whoever did this wanted to delay our investigation, and they knew exactly how to do it.”
Upon hearing this, Beta Ethan immediately rushed out of the Pack Lab, ordering the pack warriors to intensify the search and not let any suspect escape. Such a dehumanizing method, coupled with the knowledge of how to delay the investigation, suggested that whoever had done it had likely committed this same act before.
Not just that, the perpetrator knew the territory, knew the pack’s routines and had taken their time to carry out the murder. It felt personal.
Ryland also remembered that this method of killing was similar to a case in Crescent Moon Pack twenty years ago, during the Great Pack War. Was it the same person? He wondered.
I watched from the corner of the room, my ghost body floating in the air as I remembered how I had died.
From the moment I was taken, my body had been chained in silver chains that burned my skin, restricting my wolf’s ability to heal me. Not just that, a silver-laced gag was stuffed in my mouth as they carved out my skin with a silver blade as if they were trying to make a sculpted figure of me.