The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 400

Lyla

"Trying to pass a message? What makes you think so?" Ramsey asked.

"My gut feeling and the fact that these killings are not as random as we want to think they are. Based on my findings, they are specifically targeted at families. Not one of the victims was a random person or individual. It's always families."

"I agree with you that the attack pattern is consistent, but it couldn't have been werewolves or any supernatural creatures. There are strict laws guiding us. We cannot attack humans even if we want to. And just like my wife said, the signature is wrong. It's too controlled for a natural werewolf, but too savage for a Lycan."

"What about a hybrid?" Delia suggested. "Someone who's part werewolf but also something else?"

I felt Nymeris stir uneasily at the suggestion. "What makes you think of hybrids?"

"Just curiosity," Delia said with that same practised smile. "I've read accounts of various supernatural creatures interbreeding throughout history. The offspring tend to have... unusual characteristics."

"Those are largely myths and folklore," Kyren said, joining our conversation. "True supernatural hybrids are extremely rare and usually don't survive to adulthood."

"Usually," Delia repeated thoughtfully. "But not always."

Something about the way she said it made me uncomfortable.

After we returned home with promises of a follow-up meeting the next day, I found myself trying to bring up Delia in a conversation with Ramsey.

We were in our bedroom, both of us changing out of our clothes from the police station visit, and I was attempting to bring up my concerns about Delia without sounding paranoid or overly suspicious.

"So," I said carefully, pulling on a comfortable sweater, "what did you think of Delia?"

Ramsey paused in unbuttoning his shirt, looking at me. "You mean Dr. Delia Pier?"

"Yes. She seemed very... interested in our investigation."

"That's one way to put it," Ramsey said dryly. "What's your real question, Lyla?"

I took a deep breath, deciding to be direct. "Did she strike you as suspicious? Her behaviour at the crime scene, the way she inserted herself into every conversation, how she seemed to know more about supernatural dynamics than a human academic should?"

To my surprise, Ramsey nodded immediately. "Absolutely. Everything about her felt wrong."

"Really?" I felt relief that he'd picked up on the same things I had. "I was worried I was being overly paranoid."

"Your instincts about people are usually spot-on," Ramsey said, sitting on the edge of the bed to face me. "What specifically bothered you?"

"The way she looked at the crime scene. She wasn't even interested in what we knew or her personal findings; it felt like she was trying to get our opinion. You know situations where a child does something and expects some feedback on that thing they did."

"I noticed that too. And her knowledge of supernatural territorial markings was far more detailed than any human researcher should possess."

"Plus the way she..." I hesitated, not wanting to sound petty.

"The way she threw herself at every male in our group?" Ramsey finished with amusement. "Trust me, I noticed. Though I have to give Kyren credit for being oblivious to her advances."

"I don't think he was oblivious. Kyren doesn't like her; I know that much. He was only trying to tolerate her, but I'm proud you handled her so well, too, without giving her much information about your real identity. She wanted to know your rank." I said, moving to sit beside him on the bed.

"She's slick, I'd give her that. Kyren, on the other hand, is not someone who would easily let any woman into his bed. I'm willing to bet the guy is still a virgin…"

"Ramsey!" I laughed, hitting him playfully.

"I'm not joking, Lyla," he smiled. "Hollow Kin males are a disciplined bunch. They don't have many women in their pack, so they don't know how to treat them, I assure you. Also, there was nothing to handle. I'm mated to you—end of discussion." He pulled me closer, pressing a kiss to my temple. "No other woman exists for me, Lyla. You know that."

Before I could respond, his phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and sighed.

"It's Lenny. Probably to whine about how I came here and deserted him."

I smiled. "Go ahead and take it," I said, standing up. "I'll go downstairs and see if I can find something to snack on. The babies are demanding food again."

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