Lahat ng Kabanata ng Under The Shadow Of The Lycan Brothers : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Mia's POV:“We'll need him to testify at the station. Recorded evidence. We'll have him redact his claim that Mia had killed Pedro.” Cassian explained.“It won't work,” I said. Regardless of the hope I wanted to feel, I knew that it wouldn't be that easy. “Armani won't give up his freedom that easily. The issue isn't with him anymore. It's with the Franz. We have to bring them down with him.”I didn't realize I was thinking like this. When I started, I didn't know. But, I couldn't stop now.‘You’re welcome,’ Cassey commented, letting out a gruff growl.‘This isn’t completely you.’ I retorted. ‘I’ve been studying the books that Jaxon tasked me to read.’“Mia is right,” Genevive said, her hand on her chin. She didn't fully know the plan so I was not sure how much of her opinion would count.“If you're going to take down that guy, you need to go for the one who sent him. The people backing him up. It's common knowledge. Do you want to take down minions? You take down their boss and every

Mia's POV:It took me a few moments but I was able to push a bit of the guilt away. I returned to the living room where they remained, talking amongst themselves. When they saw me, they immediately went silent.“I'm fine,” I said, assuring them. “It’s just hard to believe that I had talked to him yesterday and now, he was dead. It's a little too unreal.”“The Franz. They're the ones that finished him off.” Jace said. “They killed him, not you.”Even though I didn't completely believe that I wasn't at fault, I nodded. “What now?”“I've sent a few people to the scene. They're going to sneak in and try not to tamper with any of the evidence and then, they're going to see if Armani hid anything that can be helpful to us.” Jaxon said.“We can only hope that the Franz hitman didn't take any of whatever it was that Armani might have found out,” Cassian added.I nodded. Thankfully, they'd already made a decision. This was going to be less of an issue for me. I just had to exist and not break

Mia's POV:I felt very bad for her. She was just eighteen and now she was going to be a single mother raising a kid. Things were going to get bad for her.I decided that I was going to have to talk to her parents. They had to take her back once the time was right.For now, they needed to fix the current issue on the ground which was proving both my and Armani's innocence.The next day, Cassian came to inform us that Chloe had indeed submitted the evidence and retracted her evidence. She told the truth this time, talking about how Armani had tampered with the crime scene.Thankfully, he hadn't let her join in. Her and his best friend — Hermes— had done it. Hermes was called in to testify. He testified that Armani had indeed been working for an anonymous person but he'd been outside the apartment when the real killer had left. He knew what he looked like.Hermes was taken into witness protection after I emphasized the need. I had been attacked once in my office by F and Armani had been

Mia's POV:I drove Armani's mom back to her apartment to get her bags. She was going to grab a bus to a couple of towns over and then another bus before her sister would pick her up and drive her off to where she lived.We gave Chloe and her family the space they needed. Her bags had been packed in my trunk so, I had just dropped them over.“Thank you so much for everything, Mia,” she said as we stood by the ticketing booth.“You're welcome.” I smiled back. She looked back at the booth and then gave me a small smile. As she turned to leave, I stopped her. “Here. Use this to start something.”I placed the white envelope in her hand. It was fat, filled with dozens of 100-dollar bills. Her eyes widened and she shook her head. “No, I can't take this. I don't deserve it.”“Take it, Armani died for this money. But I donated it to the orphanage because I know that you won't want to spend that kind of money. This is from me to you.” I explained, letting go. “Take care of yourself.”She looked

Mia's POV:I stopped at the hardware store, letting Melanie off. I would pick her up on the drive back. I drove back to the grocery store and grabbed a small basket.I immediately headed for the milk, grabbing a large keg. After that, I got the gummy bears, a few more chocolates, and the chips. As I passed by the pickles, I realized that I hadn't gotten some. These were Melanie's favorites. But I didn't know what brand she liked.As I was checking the label on one, I took a picture and sent it to Melanie. “These right?”Melanie texted back: yes. my life is yours!I chuckled.“Mia?”When I turned to the voice that had called me, the smile wiped from my face. I dropped the jar of pickles to the ground, shattering it.The dead were back to life.“William?” I called back.It was impossible. William was dead. He had been dead for years. But, how was he here? In front of me, calling my name?He looked like William but he also didn't. He was broader, his muscles more defined. His eyes looked