If eyes could kill, Carol would have been lying dead with the death-like glare Ella is giving her
"What?!" Carol snaps back with her phone glued to her ear. "What's your problem?"
"What do you think you're doing? Who are you calling?" Ella angrily asks her
Carol chuckles dryly
"What do you mean by who am I calling? What? I'm not allowed to make calls? I didn't realize I'm under arrest or am I?" Carol replies sarcastically before turning to me
"I'm sorry, Alpha but am I not allowed to make calls here?"
"Of course you are, I'm not a tyrant you know" I replied to her with a smile before asking...
"But who were you speaking with on the phone?"
Her countenance changed to the one of surprise. I guess she's wondering why I would tell her she's free to make calls yet still ask who she was speaking with. Isn't that tyrannical behavior?
"I– I haven't even made the call. I was just about to. I don't know for how long I'll be here so I thought I should make patrol arrangements with my team so I won't keep them waiting"
"Ohhh, okay then. But you don't need to worry about that right now. I'm reshuffling all the teams and making new arrangements. You just hang on, everything will be in place soon."
She nods
"Okay, Alpha.'' She replies then shoots Ella another death glare before prodding her daughter who seems to be lost in her thoughts to continue walking.
"That one is smitten by you," Eric says as we also continue walking
"Huh?" I ask, not understanding what he's talking about.
"Carol's daughter is smitten by you!"
"She is?"
"Of course she is. I noticed while her mother was exchanging furious glares with Ella she was looking at you starry-eyed. Now how am I supposed to take her to bed when she already has eyes for you?"
"Okay, if you're done with playing around can we move on to something serious?" I say
We soon arrive at the main wing and I ask
"Is there any office in this big building that we can use? I can't continue to work from my room"
"Yes, of course, there is an office. I would have shown you around the place but there has not been any free time to do that ever since we arrived here. Now that you ask, come let me show you to your new office right now."
"Great," I say and quickly turn my gaze to Ella, saying through the link...
'Don't pick a fight with them, they're still useful to me.'
'Yes Alpha' She replies, smiling in my direction
The office Eric takes me to is modern, big, and spacious. I stand at the center of the room and look around me
"Did you have it repainted?" I ask as I sniffed the air that smells of fresh paint
"Not just repainted, it was redecorated. The office belonged to your dad and his dad before him. Now it's yours. Everything inside was old-fashioned and outdated. Since you're not the sentimental kind of person, I took the liberty to redecorate without first informing you..."
"Hmm, okay," I say. Even though deep down inside of me, I would have loved to see the office my grandfather and father worked in all their lives since I had no connection with them whatsoever when I was a kid.
I stay in the same spot for a while before Eric breaks the silence...
"All the furniture is still in storage and I took photos of how everything was arranged before they were removed. I can have the place recreated for you if you want?" Eric's voice says softly behind me.
I'm not surprised that he saw through me again. Since he now knows how I feel, there's no need to deny my feelings to him again
"Sure, why not," I reply. "How about we do it together after all this is over, yeah?"
"Okay." He replies, nodding with a smile. "I'm sorry I took the wrong initiative. I just..."
"It's not a wrong initiative..." I interrupt, rolling my eyes at him. "The fact that I want to see the office my grandad worked in all his life doesn't mean I would want to work with an old-school IBM computer, c'mon man!" I say as I walk to sit behind my desk. I can't believe he was getting all mushy over that.
"Now let's get to work. Do you have the number of the chief of police?" I ask him
"Yeah, I do." He replies as he also sits on the chair in front of my desk.
While I make the call to the Silver-Moon pack chief of police, he busies himself sending emails to all the people working in patrol. As soon as the call with the chief of police ends, my phone starts to ring. It's Henrik
"Henrik, I already called the chief of police. He's waiting for you." I say immediately I swipe the answer button
"Alright sir but I'm not calling because of that. I'm calling to inform you that the guys are here."
"The guys? Are you talking about the mercenaries we hired?"
"No General, I'm talking about the five men that will guide Alpha's mansion that you asked me to bring over from the estate. They're at the second gate..."
"Is that why you're calling me? Can't they find their way here?" I ask, a bit upset that he's wasting my time over something as trivial as that.
"They can sir. Just that they called to tell the Gammas guiding the gate refused them entrance into the pack."
My body stiffens and my annoyance immediately turns to rage.
"What? Why the hell didn't they not them entrance!?"
"Did our men make it known to these Gammas who they came looking for?" Eric asks
"Yes sir. They told me the leader of the group said and I quote 'the Alpha that we recognized is dead and can not receive any visitors'..." He replies stiffly. I can tell from his tone of voice that he's also angry.
"I see..."
"The men want to know if they should force their way in. They're waiting for your command... Or would you rather, Bear and I come back to deal with this?"
"No!" I reply and chuckle. I'm boiling with rage but still laugh in amusement.
"They're wishing for death but don't worry about it. You just concentrate on the arrest, I'll take care of it." I say and end the call.
"I'm so going to kill them," I growl as I stand up from behind my desk. Then I pull my shirt over my head and remove it. The fact that I'm a rich man doesn't mean I should waste a shirt whenever I shift to my wolf form. I would rather remove my shirt whenever I know I might need my wolf than have it shredded into pieces when I shift.
"Thor, why don't you let me take care of this for you? You know why." Eric says. His eyes, already flickering from their natural colors to his wolf's eyes.
Of course, I know why he offered to take care of my business for me. He's afraid I will lose control when I see blood now that I'm getting better
"Nope. This disrespect was thrown directly in my face so I have to take care of it personally. You can tag along if you want."
"Are you kidding me? Of course, I want to! It's been long since I fought and bit through some fool's jugular..." He growls deeply, smiling widely while rocking back and forth on his heels in excitement. I can tell he's barely holding his wolf back by his t-shirt that's already reaping at the hems