Chapter 2

Xavier finished investigating the human girl in less than half an hour.

Her name was Stacy Landale, and she was a recent graduate, currently working as an intern.

He even found out that the two of them had a child.

Xavier came to me with this information.

"According to our investigation, Winston did have an affair with her, but there's no evidence to suggest he betrayed the werewolves. Jenny Holmes, I'll ask you one more time: did you really discover Winston Holmes leaking the werewolves' secrets? Or are you simply trying to get revenge on your mate for his infidelity?"

His eyes bore intensely into mine, almost devouring me.

But I had seen too much in my life to be flustered by his sharp gaze. My expression remained calm and my tone remained composed when I answered him.

"I've already discovered his infidelity for quite some time. I wouldn't compromise the fate of the werewolves to fulfill my personal desires. I noticed something was wrong when I was investigating his affair."

Xavier asked with a frown, "What did you notice?"

"That human girl graduated from the National Defense University and worked at the local intelligence agency after graduation. She also has a deep political background."

I did not discover this information; rather, Stacy had told me that herself to brag and to provoke me.

Xavier's expression darkened.

"Based on that alone, you're accusing him of colluding with spies and selling the werewolves' secrets?"

My eyes suddenly turned teary, and my voice trembled slightly.

"There are certain things I don't wish to talk about, but for the safety of the werewolves, I can't stay silent anymore. Everyone thought I miscarried because I fell down the stairs, but I saw in Winston’s chat history that he had slipped a bit of wolfsbane into my drinking cup to induce a miscarriage. Then, when I was confined to bed, he slept with that woman and produced an illegitimate daughter."

What I said was not entirely true.

I had already miscarried at the time. I only said this to draw their attention to Winston's chat history.

After thinking for a moment, Xavier said, "I'm sorry for what you went through. We will give you an explanation after the investigation. Can you tell us about the content of Winston's conversation with that woman?"

"They were mostly flirting, but the woman asked about Winston's work a lot."

I paused and continued, "My grandfather was the first director of the Werewolf Management Bureau. Under his guidance, I have always been very sensitive about information."

Xavier's pen paused. He was clearly surprised by my words.

No one would be foolish enough to gamble their entire family’s reputation for their own selfish desires. Now, who would still suspect that I was trying to frame Winston?

When Xavier spoke again, his tone was much softer.

"I understand. Don't worry, we will investigate this thoroughly. Even if he's an Alpha, we will not be lenient if he threatens the safety and interests of the werewolves. We will definitely give you a satisfactory answer."

I nodded and reminded him again, "Winston must have deleted the chat history already, but he also has an encrypted folder that even I can't access. I believe there's something fishy in there. I hope you can investigate it."

Not long after Xavier left, I heard a woman's agitated voice outside the door.

"What do you werewolves want with me? You’re destroying the peace between two worlds. The humans would never let this slide!"

The Werewolf Management Bureau's efficiency sure was impressive. They brought Stacy in in less than two hours.

Stacy was escorted into the meeting room. When she saw me, she was stunned at first, but then, as if realizing something, she roared at me as she struggled.

"Jenny! I knew it was you! You beast! What have you done to Winston?"

"Nothing. I just stated some facts. Seeing how much you miss Winston every day, I decided to help you out."

Stacy gritted her teeth, her cheeks flushed red. After a while, she screamed, "You beast! No wonder Winston dislikes you! You werewolves are all a bunch of barbaric beasts!"

I scoffed. She must have forgotten that her husband and child were werewolves too. This indiscriminate insult was undoubtedly a slap to herself in the face.

I walked up to her, flashed my sharp wolf claws, and said coldly, "Don't forget, this is werewolf territory. How dare you, a delicate human, go crazy in here without Winston’s protection? Do you want to die?"

My wolf claws were very sharp. Stacy was so frightened that she broke out in a cold sweat. Her legs gave way, and she collapsed to the floor.