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But now, I know the terrible truth. That she was murdered for daring to stand up for what was right, for daring to dream of a better world.

As fast as my feet can carry me, I confront my father in his study, the diary clutched to my chest, my heart pounding with a mixture of rage, grief, and desperation. He looks up at me with cold, calculating eyes, his face a mask of cruel indifference.

"Father," I say, my voice trembling with barely contained emotion. "I know what you did. I know the truth about Mother's death."

He stiffens, his gaze sharpening with a flicker of fear before he regains his composure. "I don't know what you're talking about, Elise. Your mother's death was a tragic accident, nothing more."

I slam the diary down on his desk, the pages falling open to the final, damning entry. "Don't lie to me!" I scream, my voice raw with anguish. "She knew you were going to kill her. She wrote it all down, how you threatened her, how you silenced her because she wouldn't support your cruel, selfish agenda."

My father's eyes widen, his mask of indifference cracking under the weight of my accusation. For a moment, I see a flicker of vulnerability, a glimpse of the man he once was before the corruption of power consumed him.

But then, his face hardens, his eyes narrowing with a cold, calculating fury. "You don't understand, Elise," he hisses, his voice dripping with venom. "Your mother was a fool, a weak-willed idealist who would have brought ruin upon us all. I did what I had to do to protect our family, to secure our place at the top of the food chain."

I shake my head in disbelief, tears streaming down my face. "Protect us? By murdering your own wife? By sacrificing the woman who loved you, who gave you a daughter and a future?"

He slams his fist down on the desk, his face contorting with rage. "I sacrificed her for the greater good!" he roars, his voice echoing through the room like a thunderclap. "We would not be where we are today if we followed her fanciful ideals. If it wasn’t me, it would have been the council, you understand. The coven is greater than you and I, it’s greater than all of us."

I stare at him in horror, my heart shattering into a million jagged pieces. "You're a monster," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my own heartbeat. "A vile, selfish monster who cares for nothing but your power and ambition."

He laughs, a cold, mirthless sound that chills me to the bone. "Monster? No, Elise. I'm a visionary, a leader who is willing to do whatever it takes to secure our family's legacy, as my father was before me. And if that means sacrificing a few pawns along the way, then so be it. Think back to all your teaching, you know it is the only reasonable course of action. We belong at the top, the world falls apart without our guiding hand."

I feel a wave of nausea wash over me, my stomach churning with revulsion and despair. "Is that all we are to you? Pawns in your twisted game of thrones? What about love, Father? What about compassion, loyalty, and honor?"

He scoffs, his lip curling with disdain. "Love is for the weak, Elise. It has no place in the world of power and politics. If you want to survive, if you want to rule, you must be willing to cast aside such childish notions and embrace the darkness within."

I back away from him, my hands trembling as I clutch the diary to my chest like a shield. "No," I whisper, my voice gaining strength with each passing moment. "I won't become like you. I won't let you poison me with your cruelty and lies. I choose a different path, Father. A path of love and light, of hope and redemption."

His eyes flash with a mixture of anger and fear, his voice rising to a fevered pitch. "You would betray your own blood? Your own birthright? For what, some fleeting dalliance with a mangy dog, a lowly beast who is not fit to lick your boots?"

I stand tall, my heart swelling with a newfound courage and resolve. "I would betray everything," I say, my voice ringing with conviction, "if it meant staying true to myself, to the legacy of compassion and unity that my mother died for.”

With those final words, I turn my back on my father, on the twisted legacy of lies and bloodshed that he represents. I walk out of his study with my head held high, my mother's diary clutched to my heart like a talisman of hope and renewal.

21

BEAU

Istand before the imposing gates of the Delacroix estate, my heart heavy with the weight of my mission. As an emissary of the Crescent City Wolves, I carry the hopes and fears of my entire pack on my shoulders, the fate of our future resting in my hands.

As I'm escorted through the opulent halls of the estate, I can feel the eyes of the vampire guards boring into me, their gazes heavy with suspicion and hostility.

They know what I am, what I represent, and they would like nothing more than to tear me apart where I stand but have much too much pride and honor to do anything about it.

I hold my head high, my steps never faltering as I'm led into the private chambers of Don Victor himself. The leader of the vampire mafia is a figure of legend, a being of immense power and ruthlessness who has ruled over New Orleans for centuries.

As I enter his presence, I feel a shiver of fear run down my spine. He sits behind a massive desk of polished mahogany, his eyes cold and calculating as they rake over my form.

"Beau Leblanc," he says, his voice smooth and cultured, with an undercurrent of menace that sets my teeth on edge. "I must say, I'm surprised to see you here. I would have thought your Alpha would have had the balls to face me himself."

I bristle at the insult to Luc, but I force myself to remain calm, to remember the stakes of this meeting. "Luc sends his regards," I say, my voice steady and even. "But I’ll tell you, there is a change of leadership."

Don Victor's eyes narrow, his gaze sharpening with a flicker of interest. "Ah, yes. But there’s the issue of your dalliance with my daughter. I must admit, I was rather surprised when I learned of your little... indiscretion. I would have thought a mutt like you would know better than to lay his paws on a purebred bitch. "

I feel a surge of rage boil up inside me, my claws itching to tear out his throat for the insult to Elise. But I hold myself in check, my voice never wavering as I reply. "With all due respect, Don Victor, my relationship with Elise is none of your concern. I am here to discuss the terms of a peace treaty between our two species, one that could end the bloodshed and bring stability to the city."

He leans back in his chair, his fingers steepled before him as he regards me with a calculating gaze. "A peace treaty, you say? And what, pray tell, would the terms of such a treaty entail?"

I take a deep breath, steeling myself for the proposal I'm about to make. "An end to hostilities between our two clans. A division of territory and resources that would allow both of our peoples to thrive."

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