Page 62 of Claimed By Fur and Fangs

“I’ve got a lead,” he said, his tone serious. “The seer. She’s alive. But she’s not easy to reach. It’s going to take some time.”

“How much time?” I asked, my grip tightening on the phone.

“A day, maybe two,” Fergus said. “But I’ll keep you updated.”

“Do that,” I said before ending the call.

I turned back to Finn and Amelia, who were watching me intently.

“Fergus has a lead on the seer,” I said. “But it’s going to take time. In the meantime, we need to stay alert. Julian is yet to find Orson’s location.”

“Agreed,” Finn nodded, his expression grim.

“What do we do now?” Amelia’s voice was soft but steady.

I met her gaze, my chest tightening at the fear and determination in her eyes.

“Now,” I said, “we wait. And we prepare.”

“That reminds me, what kind of business did you have with my father? He was a werewolf, and you are vampire. Our creatures don’t see eye to eye…” Finn asked his eyes narrowing.

“While your father was the Alpha, werewolves were becoming rebellious and unnecessarily attacked vampires because they could pick our scent easily. Knowing how greedy your father was, I decided to make him an offer which was to give him oneof my seaports in exchange for his cooperation in taming the rebellious werewolves. He accepted the offer.”

“Why make him an offer if you could just kill the werewolves?” Finn interrupted.

“I didn’t want the bloodshed, and I had a dream of all the creatures living together in harmony, the vampires, werewolves, witches and of course humans.”

“You made mention of you guys falling out, what happened?” Amelia asked.

“Lancelot wanted more, and I couldn’t give him that. Like I said Finn’s father was very greedy.”

“Did you have anything to do with the death of my father?” Finn asked.

“No, I didn’t.”

“How did your father die?” Amelia asked as she turned to Finn.

Finn’s jaw tightened, his eyes dark with grief and buried anger.

“He was murdered,” Finn said finally, his voice rough. “Torn apart in his own home. The pack found his body at dawn, his throat ripped out. There was no sign of a struggle, no scent to track.”

“Who did it?” I asked, my voice even.

Finn exhaled sharply, shaking his head.

“We never found out. Some suspected rogue vampires, but there was never any proof.”

“How old were you when your father died?” I asked.

“I was eleven years and uh… I was sent to Australia to stay with my aunt.”

“Wait a minute… If Alma died over a century ago, how come your dad knows her? I thought werewolves age like humans?” Amelia asked.

“Uhm … we don’t actually, I stopped aging when I turned twenty-seven and I have been on earth for over a century.”

“Oh my God… and you Aidan how long have you been on earth?”

“For over four centuries” I replied.

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