h4Chapter 317: The Humming Song/h4

    iCan’t I just take his head off? /i

    Killian heard his beast growl in his head. He was not happy with Seth, and it must have been quite obvious because Seth smiled a little and said to him, "I know that your beast is not happy with me. But this is important: those two women who are locked up in prison might not even be involved with the murder, and this visit to the Silver Dawn pack can help us with the case. Or would you like to see those two be executed for something they didn’t even do?"

    "You are asking for justice from someone who cares the least about it, Seth." Kiin shut the report and got to his feet. He had important things to do, such as hunting down a silly little fish who had no idea how ruthless the world was. However, he hadn’t even turned around when Seth ced the teacup in his hand on the table and stated coldly, "I think that there was a misunderstanding. I was not asking you; I was ordering you. I have already made all the arrangements; all you need is to visit the Silver Dawn Pack."

    "Seth—"

    "You owe me, Killian." Seth got to his feet. His silvery eyes stared at Killian like he could see the future, and maybe he could see it, as Killian had heard that Seth was the descendant of an angel.

    "You really have to be fucking kidding me. There are countless motherfucking bastards who would willinglyp this opportunity that you are handing to me. So why me? Why not them?"

    "Because you are the only one who will not be shaken up by the bribes that the Silver Dawn Pack might hand over to the rest of the elders. You know they care little about the life or death of the innocents," said Seth with a calm tone. "As long as they can get some benefit that might suit them a little..." He hummed with a tilt of his head. "They might just ignore the lives of those who are trapped inside the prison cell. So,pared to them... you are a much better option."

    "Seth–"

    "We will take on this mission," before Killian could refuse, Finn stepped forward and spoke with his voiceced with charm.

    A growl built inside his chest. iI am not going to the Silver Dawn pack; Inez is missing. Do you think that I have the time to investigate this pack?/i

    iYou are forgetting that L had a grudge with Inez; /iFinn pack-linked directly to him. His voice was simply pragmatic. iWhat if her disappearance has something to do with L? Think about it clearly, Kill. Seth will not make you do something for no reason since he is insistent on it... Maybe there is something that he knows, but he cannot tell you directly. As the head of the council and his murky identity... he needs to be careful. /i

    Killian felt his shoulders rx a little. Yes, L had a deep feud with Inez; perhaps that woman was the one linked to his mate’s disappearance.

    His gaze drifted over to Seth. The man was still standing in front of him without any expression on his face, but his eyes were all too knowing for Killian to ignore. Did he really know something? Would going to the Silver Dawn Pack really help him trace down Inez?

    "Alright, since you have already made arrangements, then who am I to refuse? I can only follow yourmand."

    **

    Inside the prison, Inez couldn’t sleep, not even for a second. Every time she closed her eyes, her mind would bring up images that she didn’t want to see or remember. Either it would be the wound-covered face of her father, or it would be the eyes of her mother, who stared at her with hatred. She could now understand why her mother hated her. In fact, it would be correct to say that she didn’t hate her for being a siren but because she resembled her father way too much.

    iYour mother was ruined and broken. Your father disappeared. /i

    iAll because the witch wanted him too. /i

    Her fingers clenched and unclenched. So, this was why her mother despised her father and her. Because she med her father for her downfall.

    And her father... iif he was still alive, then there must be a trail. /i

    The thought was like a me turning wild, and she couldn’t ignore it. Inez sat up straight and shifted close to the bars. After the prisoner finished speaking about her father, he once again returned to his corner and stopped talking. Scarlet said to her that the man was mad and she shouldn’t take his words seriously, but she couldn’t stop herself. Not when this man was the only one who had provided her with the link to the past that she had forgotten.

    She raised her head and looked in the direction of the man, only to notice the prisoner watching her with eyes like dying embers.

    "Tell me," she whispered, finally cracking under the curiosity that was burning within her heart. "Give me something. A clue. Anything to find my father. You knew him, right?"

    Hisugh rasped low in his throat. "You are his daughter, alright. Always chasing the tide. The unknown. He often said that the thrill was what kept him alive."

    Scarlet stirred beside her. She slowly sat up straight and looked at Inez, who was staring at the prisoner. Feeling uneasy, she pulled Inez behind. "Don’t listen to him. He is dangerous."

    But Inez pressed on. "Please tell me something, anything."

    The prisoner tilted his head as if listening to the voices which only he could hear. Then he began to hum, ignoring Inez and Scarlet. He started humming a song that made Inez even more annoyed. She raised her hands, which were tied in restraints, and banged hard on the bars. "Tell me! You know something, don’t you? So why not tell me the truth—"

    "Wait, listen to him," said Scarlet as she hushed Inez and asked her to listen to the song.