C61 Jude knows too much

Freya's pov

They all mirrored each other's expression, waiting for me to call a name but that was the problem, it wasn't a name but the name.

“The person,” I paused, eyes darting to their horror-stricken face, “is in the organization,” I revealed. The place fell Into a luminous silence.

“Who is the person?” they asked.

“I don't know whom yet, but I know the person is here as it is the only way that the other packs would gang up or try to come up against the pack. They have someone in here, one of us,” all their faces fell as they darted their eyes from one to another, each bearing a suspicious gaze.

I did likewise, scanning the entire room for the criminal, for the mole within us.

The atmosphere suddenly sank and became one of solitude, peoples thoughts swimming the whole transparent, sound proof room. The room was silent, so silent that the drop of a pin would be heard by all.

“But..but why would somebody do that?” Rose shivered looking besides her at the people she sat close with.

“To gain favor,” the one I recognized as Marc took to answering. He had brown hair with dark eyes. I'don't want to think that he was handsome.

“What sort of favor,” Rose asked below a whisper, if we weren't werewolves with sharp hearing, her words would have gone unnoticed.

She was the lady in the gallery. The one who's mate was a human. She also happened to be the lady who was sent to supervise me, a snake I must say, and to add that I felt compassion for her. I was right, she would have killed me that day, another reason she was a suspect of mine.

“The pack,” Jude answered slowly.

Everyone's gaze fell to him. Trying to decipher his words, which made absolute and complete sense, but It affected my theory now, because he was also a suspect of mine.

Now the words he said had somehow altered my theory, because number one, he was the beta to this pack, he knew it better than everyone, so he would not want to harm it. Secondly, he stated the objective, which I believed a suspect would not do. That had hinged my theory of him yet I had not utterly disregarded it.

My eyes darted to gritted and clenched jaw Artemis who was a fit of raging tornado. His palm fisted into a ball on the table.

The words he spoke next sent a wave of shudder up my spine, “the person responsible would hate the first light he saw when he stepped foot into the world.”

Everyone sat still, the chill crept up everyone’s crest as the magnitude of his words sank in, he meant every fibre of it and we knew it.

The meeting came to an end with Artemis’ threatening words. He moved out and just when I was about to step out Jude stepped in and blocked my way.

“You seem to be smarter than I thought,” Jude commented, his eyes held a slight disdain to this acknowledgment.

“Why? Is that a problem?” I scoffed, stepping up to his level challengingly.

The skin on his head creased as he beckoned on me, a stiffened chuckled as he asked, shaking his head slightly, “why of course not, be smart, but I would like you to apply that to your father,” his words were tangled and I could not understand a thing he meant.

“Speak in the language I grasp,” my curiosity had spiked up and it was only a matter of time before I became obsessive.

“Your father, have you thought of discovering how he died?” one of his grey eyebrows arched as his lips curled up into a smirk. He knew I was interested in finding he saw right through me from that wrinkled eye of his.

“By the way your eyes lit up, I could smell you like rotten meat,” he strolled around me tentatively, dragging his hand on the smooth transparent table.

“You are searching for him, for who killed him. In fact,” he raised up his finger, “I believe the reason you desperately fought to join the group is to discover who killed him. I believe you have a suspect,” with every word he spoke, his eyes lit up like a candle, he knew me, he saw right through me.

“That's not true,” my defence was weak as I turned to face him,

“I believe it is but I'm curious about one thing, why haven't you told your mate,” he paused, enjoying the little game he was playing on me, servoring my curiosity, “Why haven't you asked him anything?” he continued.

He had me, and so I gave in to my dominating desires, “you know something, tell me,” I demanded.

Jude grinned like the joker, the wrinkles on his face conjuring, he stepped back, “do you want to know?” he teased,

There was no pulling away from this, not when I had one lead trail. He was coaxing me with the information he had on his finger tip and it was just a matter of time before I bit that finger of information.

“Yes,” my voice was weak from denial but suddenly I started gathering the courage I needed, “Yes! I want to know who killed my father?”

Once again he writhed around me, he came up behind my shoulder and spoke, “and what will you do if you discover the person?” he slurred, “tell me child, what will you do?”

“Why?” the hair behind my neck stood erect, as his presence from behind had an eerie feeling from it, tremble crept up my neck.

“Just because…,” his words faded out intentionally, “I want to know if you have the mind for the information I'm about to give you. Can you stand it, Freya Demitri?”

I heaved and sucked in a breath as he brushed my hair to the side. I nodded my answer.

“No child, voice your answer,” he urged.

“Yes, yes I can stand it.”

He chuckled and moved back abruptly, “very well then, you asked for it,”he warned.

I knew that tone, that warning. It was something dangerous, something that I should say no to and go and find my mate. My heart screamed at me to wave away his temptation, to enjoy this calm and this solitude life.

It was everything I ever wanted, to find my mate, a loving and kind one, fall in love with him and bear him pups, maybe four or three. We would leave a fulfilled life, raise our kids and oversee the largest pack.

Yet all these good things weren’t enticing enough to satiate the hunger and quest for the truth. It wasn’t as satisfying as it would be to discover my true self, my father and perhaps my mother. What were they like?

My hands unconsciously crept up and took my necklace in my hand.

“I believe that belongs to your father, Demitri,” I jerked. The man who seemed to know too much stared intently at the necklace around my neck, “you always carried that around,” he answered my invoiced question as I nodded in confirmation.

This was my cue to leave, if someone knew too much, it was always better to leave but like I established, I was driven by an obsessive desire to demystify the mystery.

“Yes it is, now tell me what I want to hear,” my obsession pushing to the surface.

“Ma'am,” we both heard an unfamiliar voice call, a staff cladded in straight pencil skirts and well ironed shirts stood by the door bearing a heartfelt smile at me.

“Me?” I mouthed, poking a finger at my chest.

She nodded smiling, “yes ma'am,”

“I was asked to show you to your office,” she announced just as hippie. Why?

“I'll be on my way,” I told her, she nodded and leaned back.

To Jude I returned to, my curious drive gone, “I guess you decided to play games with me, but I'm not available, I've wasted my time far too long, it's time I go,” I smiled.

He smiled alongside me and said, “the truth has been with you all this while,” he seduced me once again but I was halfway to the door and not giving a fuck, “don't worry about the truth Jude,” I called out over my shoulder.

“Really?”

“Yes,” I assured.

“What about Rachael, did she ever tell you where she's from?” I stopped right then and there in my tracks.

“I thought as much, how about a little game of truth with her,” he dangled his knowledge like a piece of bone to a dog. He definitely knew something.

I veered around, “what do you mean?”

“Ask your stalker in your bedroom,” and I froze.