Chapter 139: The Informa.
<b>Chapter </b><b>139</b><b>: </b><b>The </b><b>Informant’s Trail </b>
Chapter 139: The Informant’s Trail
<b>(</b>Connor’s POV)
Olivia followed me to the local Ravenwood Police Station in a daze. Her amber eyes were <b>vacant</b>, <b>still </b>
processing the trauma of Frederick’s assault and Grace’s k********g.
The fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows across her bruised face. Every step seemed to require tremendous effort from my injured mate.
At the station, the officers‘ demeanor shifted dramatically once they learned my identity as Alpha of <b>the </b>Rivers pack. Their casual indifference transformed into respectful attention.
“Alpha Rivers, we’ll handle this matter with the utmost priority,” the lead officer assured me, his voice carrying the deference due to pack leadership.
I nodded curtly, my wolf still agitated from the failed rescue operation. The scent of Olivia’s blood and fear
clung to my clothes like a constant reminder of my failure.
During the questioning, I learned crucial information that made my blood run cold. The officer pulled me aside, speaking in low tones away from Olivia’s hearing.
“The caller was a male werewolf,” he informed me, consulting his notes. “We used technical means to trace
the call.”
My ice–blue eyes narrowed as suspicion crystallized into certainty. “Who was it?”
“Ethan Grey,” the officer replied, watching my expression carefully.
My jaw clenched as fury surged through my wolf. Ethan Grey had no business knowing about Olivia’s k<b>********</b>g, let alone her location in Cloudmere.
The officer continued, his voice dropping even lower. “The caller imed his mate had been kidnapped to Cloudmere. He specifically mentioned that the kidnappers might be holding silver weapons.”
The specificity of that information sent ice through my veins. Only someone with inside knowledge could have provided such precise details.
I kept this revtion from Olivia, not wanting to burden her further while she was still in state couldn’t handle another betrayal right now. <ol><li>ck. Her fragile </li></ol>
Soon, we finished making our statements. The bureaucratic process felt endless while Grace remained in Frederick’s clutches.
“You can go now,” an officer said, closing his notepad.
Olivia suddenly became exceptionally agitated, herposure finally crackingpletely. She struggled <b>to </b>speak through her sobs, her voice breaking with desperation.
“Please, you have to save her!” she pleaded with the officer, clutching his sleeve. “The kidnapper is <bpletely </b>mad! Grace is only eight years old!”
Tears streamed down her <b>face </b><i>as </i>she emphasized her deep affection for her half–sister. <b>“</b><b>She’s </b><b>just </b><b>a </b><b>child</b>! <b>If </b>
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she <b>doesn’t </be back, I… I don’t know what I’ll do!”
Her maternal instincts and pack bonds with Grace were driving her to the edge of hysteria. <b>My </b><b>wolf </b><b>whined </b><b>in </b>sympathy, wanting <b>to </bfort her but knowing words were inadequate.
The officer’s expression softened with genuine sympathy. “Ma’am, I understand your distress. But <b>the </b><b>suspect </b>crossed the territorial border by helicopter.”
He exined the jurisdictionalplications with professional patience. “We’re contacting ckmoor Territory authorities for assistance in apprehending him.”
“Since Cloudmere is near the border, and the kidnapper crossed into ckmoor Territory, we can <b>only </b><b>request </b>assistance from theirw enforcement.”
The bureaucratic limitations felt like chains around my throat. Every minute of dy meant more danger <b>for </b>
Grace.
After leaving the station, Olivia flew back to Riverdale with me on my private ne. The flight was tense,
filled with unspoken fears and growing suspicions.
During the flight, I told Olivia about Frederick’s conditions and my initial rescue n. Her amber eyes <b>zed </b>with anger as she processed the information.
“Could you have rescued Grace if someone hadn’t called the authorities<b>?</b><b>” </b>she demanded, her voice <b>sharp </b>
with usation.
I met her gaze directly, my wolf acknowledging the painful truth. “Yes. The n would have worked.”
Xe reced despair. “Who called them?”
Her hands clenched into fists as
“Ethan Grey,” I revealed, watching her reaction carefully.
Olivia frowned, genuine puzzlement recing her anger. “But how did he know I was kidnapped? We rarely contact each other anymore.”
Her confusion was evident as she worked through the implications. “How could he possibly know I was taken to Cloudmere?”
“That’s exactly what I’m wondering,” I replied grimly. “<b>It </b>suggests a connection between him and Frederick’s people.”
My expression turned stern as the full scope of the betrayal became clear. “Only those who knew my n knew you had been kidnapped in Cloudmere.”
The pieces were falling into ce, painting a picture of treachery within our inner circle. Someone had leaked critical information to Ethan Grey.
At the Rivers Pack Mansion, Richard Winters waited anxiously, his face etched with worry and anger. The Alpha’s usualposure had cracked under the strain of his daughter’s k********g.
“Natalie fainted when she learned about <b>Grace</b>,” he informed us immediately. “She’s at <b>the </b><b>hospital </b><b>now</b>. The Rivers family gathered in the main hall, <b>their </b>relief <b>at </b><b>my </b>safe return tempered by <b>concern </b><b>for </b><b>Grace</b>. Katherine Rivers looked particrly distressed<b>, </b>her maternal instincts <b>activated </b><b>by </b><b>the </b><b>threat </b><b>to </b><b>a </b><b>pup</b>. Eleanor Rivers approached with worried eyes. “Connor, thank the moon goddess <b>you’re </b><b>safe</b><b>. </b><b>But </b><b>what </b><b>about </b>little <b>Grace</b><b>?</b>”
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Upon seeing me return with Olivia, Richard immediately demanded answers. “What’s the situation? Where is my daughter?”
I offered a few words offort, but my mind was focused on more pressing matters. My ice–blue eyes
narrowed as I scrutinized everyone’s faces with Alpha intensity.
“Who leaked the news of Olivia’s k********g by Frederick Warner?” I asked, my voice carrying dangerous
undertones.
The Rivers family exchanged uncertain nces, confusion suspicion settled over the room like a dark cloud.
in their expressions. The weight of my
Eleanor Rivers was the first to speak, her voice cautious. “What do you mean, Connor?”
My aura turned chilling as fury leaked through my Alpha control. My jaw was tight, my expression stern as !
faced my family..
“Only you know my n,” I stated coldly. “Only you knew that Olivia was kidnapped to Cloudmere by Frederick
Warner.”
My voice rose with controlled anger. “I repeatedly told you not to call the authorities before I left. Why did someone still call the police?”
The usation hung in the air like a de. Someone in this room had betrayed us, and Grace was paying the
price.
Vanessa Reed feigned shock, her eyes wide with apparent innocence. “Maybe one of Olivia’s friends called
the authorities?”
I dismissed her suggestion with a sharp shake of my head. “I informed Ethan Quinn and Gabriel Andrews about the situation. They were aware and wouldn’t interfere.”
Katherine Rivers stepped forward, her voice firm with conviction. “Connor, I agreed to your rescue n. I would never hinder you by calling the authorities.”
Her loyalty was unquestionable, but someone else in this room had different motives. My wolf paced restlessly, sensing deception among the pack.
I remained unmoved by their protests, my Alpha authority pressing against everyone present. “I know it wasn’t you who called the authorities directly.”
My ice–blue eyes swept across each face, searching for tells of guilt or deception. “It was Ethan Grey who made the call. But someone among you must have leaked the information to him.”