The Silver Crescent Alpha Prince

Chapter 62 - Murders?

Chapter 62 - Murders?

"No, if he would come to know, this will become a full blown issue," Daryn said with seriousness. "Keep a watch on her." It seemed he was pacing his office.

"There was a severe attack on one of our tribe members. Same modus operandi, their limbs were chopped and then their body was left to decay in the jungle."

Daryn pounded his fist on his table.

Dawn gasped on the outside. Murders? She could feel his rage. He was furious at something and she felt like comforting him. She stood near her cubicle supporting her body with her hands by holding its edge. His anguish was so alive in her heart. She shook her head. It had to be dismissed once and for all. All of a sudden it became quiet. The door opened. Dawn turned her head over her shoulder to see. Neal came out. He stared at Dawn intensely and she shuddered. He clenched his jaw and left in a hurry. What was going on? She took a deep breath when he left. She was scared of him ever since he had reprimanded her about not using the private elevator. It seemed that Daryn was still furious. Her heart ached for him. She wanted to comfort him, but who was she? She circled her cube and then went to sit in the far end of the hall where they met for the meetings. In order to divert her attention, she took her phone out and started writing her incomplete article for the newspaper. Fifteen minutes later, she heard the door open again. Perhaps Daryn had come out. She heard him breathing heavily and then his footsteps closed in. She drew the curtain to hide herself, but could she? His scent was heavy in the atmosphere, so even hers must be.

"Hello, Ms. Dawn,"

Dawn looked at him and noticed his unshaven face, red eyes and disheveled clothes.

"Good afternoon," she said softly, rising from her place.

Daryn took in a deep breath. He seemed relaxed to see her. "There's a herd of rogue neotides that have gone berserk. I just came to inform you that you should stay indoors. Once you reach home, don't venture out."

She nodded. "I will," she replied hoarsely. "Are you okay?" she asked gently.

"I am," he said and pursed his lips. He looked at her as if absorbing her in his soul and then walked away.

Dawn could feel the usual tug at her heart having seen him after three days. She tore her gaze away from him and went back to writing her article. The rest of the day was spent in charting a presentation for the CEO, which Dawn trashed because she found numerous loopholes. In the evening she went to her car parking area and was surprised to see that the bicycle wasn't there behind her car. She smiled and then drove back home. On the way she informed Azura that it was becoming very difficult to get the information. She was unable to guess the password and the only option left was to hack Ambrose's computer.

"Hmm," Azura said. "In that case I will come to your place with a thumb drive that you can attach to his computer. It will install a virus and you will be able to unlock it."

"This is dangerous. Already two women know that I have gone there twice to meet him. If a virus would be installed, I am going to be caught and sent to jail," she said loudly, almost scolding him.

"Hold on babes!" Azura laughed. "I will give you two programs. One to crack his code by installing a virus, and the other to remove the virus. It shouldn't take more than fifteen minutes for you to download the data. As soon as you have the data with you, just walk out of the building. And his computer would be as usual."

"What if someone suspects what I have done? There is this whole history that can be accessed on the computer!"

"Even if someone suspects it, you would be out of that place, Dawn!" Azura reasoned.

"They will trace me to my place. Don't you understand?"

"How?" Azura asked. "My man is going to wipe out every detail about you."

Dawn hated herself more than anything else for doing this. She disconnected the call and tossed her phone on the passenger seat. She reached home half an hour later and remembered Daryn's warning. Cole was in his room. He didn't even come out. She fixed some sandwiches, gave them to Cole and took some for herself to her room. She went to her computer to complete her article.

After emailing the article, Dawn went to check her blog, to update it. She was surprised to see that there were a large number of comments on her blogs. Happy, she browsed through them. Suddenly her gaze went to a comment.

DW, your blog is great and I have been following some of your advice. Honestly, if it had been a woman giving these recommendations, I would have never followed them. (laughs)

Peeved at his statement, she thought of deleting his comment, when the name caught her attention – Json. Her eyes became wide. She pressed her mouth with her hands. Was this the same Jason? She dug information about him and his email address was that of a company – The Key Punchers. Curious, she went on the company's website and realized that it was the same Jason. His photo was on the 'about' page. He owned that Company and it was into software development. Dawn's entire body quivered. This was the same Jason, Helena's nephew. He was following her on her blog.

"Jesus!" her voice was strained. There was no way she would even reply to his comment or delete it. But how did he form that Company? He didn't have the money. Did Helena help him to set up the firm? She used her father's money. "Damn!" Dawn got up from her chair and paced her bedroom. This was getting convoluted. She had to find out about them.

"Dawn, how about some dinner?" Cole called from his room.

"Shit!" she said. She forgot completely about dinner. She switched off her computer. "Give me half an hour," she said and went to the kitchen. However, her mind was overflowing with many thoughts. The bastards were using their money while the two of them were living a hard life. She fixed the dinner and the two had it in silence. Both were in their own worlds. After cleaning the plates, Dawn went back to her computer, when she heard soft guitar music. Cole was again sitting in the backyard and playing his guitar. She knew that he was again having issues, which he never discussed with her. She crossed her arms across her chest and watched him through the window.

Suddenly, she smelled something. She sniffed again. Werewolves.

There was a low growl. "Cole!" she shouted and ran outside.

But Cole was immersed in his music. He strummed his guitar filling the air with a soft melody.

"Cole," she shouted again as soon as she reached out. "Get inside."

Cole stopped strumming, looked at her with a frown and was about to say something when he heard angry growls of animals behind him. He looked outside the fence. Golden yellow eyes of five wolves were looking in his direction. They emanated low, dangerous growls. Cole's body froze.

Dawn was about to shift.