Chapter 408
Chapter 408:
Ferris looked at the papers, his jaw tightening. For a fraction of a second, a flicker of guilt crossed his face — but it was instantly swallowed by the cold, ruthless instinct of self-preservation. If the Pack discovered his parents had orchestrated an illegal adoption to cover their financial fraud, they would be stripped of their status and hunted as Rogues.
He looked me dead in the eye, his expression hardening into a mask of cruel pity.
“He didn’t make it, Carmella,” Ferris said, his voice terrifyingly steady.
The floor seemed to drop out from under me. “No. The file says p>
“The file says he was transferred,” Ferris cut in, stepping closer. “You were ambushed with silver weapons. The toxicity poisoned your bloodstream, and it poisoned him in the womb. He lived in that incubator for exactly three days before his tiny organs completely failed p>
“No,” I sobbed, shaking my head violently, my hands clutching my stomach as though I could protect a ghost. “You’re lying. Where is he buried? I need to see him p>
“You can’t.” Ferris delivered the final, lethal blow. “Ancient Pack law dictates that any bloodline deeply tainted by silver must be incinerated immediately to purify the Pack. There are no ashes, Carmella. There is no grave. Nothing was left p>
The phantom cries of the newborn that had haunted my mind for days abruptly ceased, replaced by a deafening, absolute void.
My soul shattered into a million jagged pieces. My legs gave out and I collapsed onto the Persian rug, releasing a guttural, agonizing wail of pure devastation. I was entirely broken, drowning in a fabricated grief — completely unaware of the frantic, panicked calculations racing through the mind of the Beta standing above me.
Carmella POV
𝗔𝖽𝖽i𝘤𝘁𝗂𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝘁оr𝗶𝘦ѕ о𝗇.с𝗈m
I was entirely broken, drowning in a fabricated grief — completely unaware of the frantic, panicked calculations racing through the mind of the Beta standing above me.
“They took him to Switzerland,” Ferris blurted out, his voice tight. “A secluded Pack sanctuary in the Alps p>
I gasped for air, my nails digging into the Persian rug. But as I looked up at him through my tears, I watched his body go rigidly still. The sour stench of his Beta fear spiked sharply, choking the air in my apartment.
He had just realized a massive flaw in his lie. Even in my shattered state, the logic reached me. International transport of Pack remains required Continental Pack Council documentation. With Adelina now married to the Lycan King, I could have those records pulled within seconds. If no flight existed, his parents’ illegal adoption and financial fraud would be exposed.
Ferris paled and quickly held up his hands before I could even ask for the flight details. “No, wait. The trauma — I’m misremembering. The Council denied the transport permits p>
I slowly pushed myself up off the floor, my grief morphing into a desperate, manic obsession. “Where is he, Ferris p>
He swallowed hard, stepping back toward the heavy brass doorknob. “The Hudson Valley. There’s an ancient, abandoned Pack memorial park. Charles buried the ashes there, beneath an unmarked granite slab facing a weeping angel statue p>
“Unmarked?” I choked out, the cruelty of the word slicing my chest open.