"Christian's father is not amongst Damien’s men or his customers? Or even Damien himself? What do you mean by that?” Forrest questioned.He and Franklin were in the latter’s office, where the doctor was giving the Beta his report about Christian’s father. Or lack thereof. Forrest had requested Franklin to find out who the father was so he could... ‘interrogate’ him for letting harm go to his son and Christen. Worse, for doing an act so disgraceful as a werewolf, as to rape a human woman and force life into her. And yet, he’s being told the father is not amongst them?"We ran plenty of blood tests in Damien and his mafia members- both human and werewolves alike- and found no similarities in their DNA with Christian’s. Not even Damien’s DNA matches with his, as I stated before, so that rules out all of his group,” Franklin explained.“And what about the customers? Namely the criminals the police arrested,” Forrest asked. “Last I heard, didn’t the police look into the list of customers D

The ride home was uneventful in Forrest’s opinion. Something he grew to appreciate, in his current circumstance. Sitting with him in the back of the car were Christen and Christian. Both who seemed to be in their own little world, as they played a few games in the car. Nothing rowdy; just small games between the two of them. Christian offered Forrest to play with them, but he declined. Both because he didn’t want to get in the way of their family time together, and because he sensed Christen is not yet used to his presence. Not in a way that she would feel comfortable being around him.Looking at the pair- specifically the older of the two- Forrest thought back to when he last saw Christen, prior to the day of their divorce. Not just that one time, but also the many times before that. Every last bit of moment the pair had when they were married.He recalled how happy Christen seemed every time they were together. Joy in which she tried to hide, so as to not make a fool of herself or

With the situation somewhat resolved by Kiara, Christen was taken up to her room by one of the maids, with Christian following. Once they left, everyone else just stared at the trio. Particularly Christen."What are the rest of you staring at? Back to work!" Forrest ordered, prompting them all to disperse. With them gone to deal with their respective tasks, he let out a sigh, and pinched the bridge of his nose.“Someone's looking tired,” Kiara stated, as she walked over to her mate."Today has been quite eventful,” he explained. "Thank you for the assist. And I'm sorry I didn’t tell you about the sudden arrangement.”"Understatement of the day. And it’s okay. I’m sure you have your reason. Unless if you were just unsure about how I would react to the news." “It’s not that I worried about how you would react. At least, not given how helpful you have been, taking Christian to see his mother whenever I couldn’t, even though you could’ve just had a guard escort him there. You even went a

All attention turned to the voice that spoke, where the trio saw Forrest approaching them, as he glared at them. “Don’t make me ask again. What are you all doing out here?”Christen trembled in fright when he repeated the question. Especially when it sounded as though he had growled at the end there."My deepest apologies, Master,” the maid spoke first, bowing her head to the head of the house. “I was only taking this girl to her room as ordered. However, it seems she is dissatisfied with the room chosen for her.”Christen panicked slightly at that, for the way the maid said it made it sound as though she thought the room was cheap or found something unpleasant about it.“T-That’s not…” She tried to explain herself to Forrest, but could unfortunately only barely find her voice to speak. Which was not much at all.“That’s not true!” Christian spoke for her. “Momma just didn’t want to use this room because this is Grandpa Keenan’s room!”Forrest raised a brow at this, as he turned to th

Meanwhile, elsewhere far from the Riverdale Household, in a building as grand as theirs, there gathered a group of people in one room. One that looked much like a meeting room in many big company buildings. Each person there were quite aged, yet held a powerful presence in their own right.Along with such powerful-looking figures was Fenris, sitting at the head of the table, with a strange smile on his face."I thank you all for gathering in my humble abode on this fine evening,” he greeted."This is quite the surprise, Fenris. Normally, you wouldn’t have called for a meeting at this time of night," said one elderly men in a suit.“Yes, indeed. For a moment there, I thought you were trying to pull some prank on us or something,” a slender man with long curly hair lightly joked.“As did I. So pray tell, Alpha Fenris. To what do we owe this little gathering?" asked an elderly woman.Fenris gave no answer; just looked at the elders with a smile on his face. A smile that does not seem to