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"Which brings me to the final matter at hand. As many of you know, Cathy's mother, Margaret, was found dead outside the pack house this morning. Mauled to death by an unknown assailant." The room erupted into chaos, with shouts of disbelief and anger rising from every corner. Magnus let it wash over him, feeding the rage that burned in his gut. "I want to know who did this," he snarled, his voice cutting through the din like a knife. "I want to know how a woman in an induced coma managed to get outside, on one leg, without anyone noticing. I want to know how an attack could happen right under our noses, without a single wolf hearing or smelling a thing."

Claud was taken to the hospital and when he woke up, the police quickly visit him to ask about the gun that was used at the crime scene and about kidnapping Max Lopez and trying to kill her with a gun. Maggie was confident that Claud will obey her instruction if things go wrong but he recalled what Max said to him when he's aiming the gun at her head. Maybe, Max was right. Maggie only used him for herself without even considering his feelings. She doesn't care if he's broken inside or not. He told everything to the police and Maggie was confirmed as the mastermind of this plan together with Asher's mom Sophia. Because of the greed for their happiness, they were the ones who put themselves in

“They told us that apparently they received a tip or twenty, telling them that they need to check my motel. They were two more disappearances. They didn't give me any details, but since they mentioned it to me, I am going to assume that they are all young brunettes. That is all that Nate and Dave kidnapped, because they looked like Dave's first wife. Brown hair, brown eyes. Rape, torture, beat, kill and drop in a well out back. That was his MO.” “I agree. If they didn't give you the details of the women then they must thing that you had something to do with it and already know.” Liv murmurs. “That's what Dad thinks. His best friend since childhood should be here either today or tomorrow. He

She couldn't believe it at first, and she took mental note to make certain this doesn't repeat itself. Of course, she had realized at the first instance when Mr Porter had come to inform that he was unable to retrieve any footage that Mark had gotten to him. Thus, Maggie had tried as much as she could to not act as though she knew anything about Mark's plans, nor openly confessed that she was in on it. This was to avoid being drawn in the case as an accomplice, since she was the one who instigated Mark to do this.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she tried to keep her sobs from being heard. “Margo…” Penny and Maribell whispered, alerting her to her presence. The two women had stood silently to the side watching. Penny had been the first to arrive after Jessie had informed her that Maribell had left to try to inform the men of Bernard’s location. She had arrived in time to see Margo plunge the knife into her belly. She had been confused at first. Then she realized that it had been both a trap and a chance and Magdalena had made the wrong choice.

“We searched the basement underneath the church. That’s where they had her. Father Montgomery is gone.” “Dead?” Candice gasped. Brian turned. “We can’t see any sign of foul play. His car and belongings are gone, and we think he’s the one that dropped Maggie off at your property.” He turned back to Maggie. “You need to tell us every detail of your kidnapping. Father Montgomery was at the church during the funeral when you were taken. In order to figure out who was working with him, we need to know everything you can remember.” Maggie nodded. “Of course, it’s stupid really. I feel like an idiot. This all could have been avoided if I wasn’t so damn embarrassed.”

I exclaimed stunned. “The mere assumption is shocking, but it has everything to be an assertive theory. Mag discovers them and kills Aly for sleeping with her boyfriend, or in the worst case Richard leaves Mag for Aly and in revenge Mag eliminates her from her path. “That sounded a lot like a crime of passion.” I joke. “These are possible reasons why Mag was able to kill Aly.” I nod processing everything. "Anything else?" “Yes,” he says seriously, it scares me, “Mag told me something very disturbing.”

The young lady changed her semblance to one of relief "you must be the ones Mr Murray mentioned when he came back from London, please come in" She led them to the parlour and offered them a seat, it was a rustic place but it was clear that this was an affluent family. "So what can I do for you?" Maggie said as she sat opposite them. "We have a couple of questions to help to understand what is going on, so please take your time to think the questions through and don’t omit any detail, everything can help" Thomas said as Elizabeth took out her Jurnal. Maggie nodded in response. "Now Maggie, could you tell us when you first saw the dead walking?"

"Ok, then… can you tell me what happened tonight before we came?" "Sure. Well, after Jack got the call and flew off for LA, I stayed home and did the usual. Our nanny left around six, I think, and after that, I was alone, except for the guards that stayed in their post. I was a little worried because Jack didn't call, but I guessed he was busy with the fire and all. I put Eric to sleep, and I prepared for bed too when the bell on the front door rang, and I went to open thinking it had to be one of the guards. But it was Kevin," Maggie sighed and made a short pause. It wasn't as easy as she thought to talk about what happened. "I managed to make him talk with me, to stall, you know, to gain s

Someone had given the order to cover it up, and they had acted fast. The air turned heavy, thick with fear. When death becomes routine, even the strongest wolves remember they can bleed. Maggie didn’t flinch. Her face was calm, almost bored. "Mom," she said, voice flat and cold, "you don’t actually think I gave that order, do you? I’ve been sitting here the whole time. I haven’t even touched my phone. Try to be logical with your accusations." Martha’s eyes stayed hard, her suspicion cutting deeper than any words.