Chapter 800

Rosetta:

People had gathered from everywhere to see Sawyer, the new man who was a Lycan and claimed he could help those who were suffering.

I had a lot going through my head.

There was a letter in my hand that I needed to read, but before I could open it, the warriors arrived, explaining that they needed to prepare everything for the gathering.

Still, I couldn’t take my eyes off the letter.

“So, are we going to read it now?” Ron asked as he entered my living room.

“People are gathering outside,” Byron noted.

Yuvonne and Nala stood with them while I remained seated on the couch.

“Let me open this first,” I murmured, taking a deep heavy breath as I slowly unfolded the letter.

My frown deepened as I read the little information it contained.

“It’s an alliance letter,” I announced. “The humans want to form an alliance. They want to visit us and discuss some matters.”

I showed them the letter. There wasn’t much written in it. It had simply been sent by the secretary, Nina.

“If I remember correctly, Nina was also the children’s nanny. The one President Sawyer married, I think.” Ron snapped his fingers, probably recalling something Madeline had shared with them.

“Yeah, that was her name. Nina,” Yuvonne confirmed. “So she’s still his secretary?”

“Oh, Lord. What might she have done to Madeline if Madeline really is alive in the human world?” Yuvonne placed both hands over her chest and exhaled, clearly considering the possibility that Nina might be vindictive toward Madeline.

If she could steal her man, her husband, who knew what else she might want to take from her?

“Anyway, the entire audience is outside, and I heard Sawyer is also being brought here, although he’s not in chains or anything. Lady Eugenia made sure to request that he be treated with respect, which could be so dangerous,” Nala complained, folding her arms across her chest and shaking her head in disbelief.

“What exactly is your mother’s problem? Does she not understand that Sawyer is the man who was your brother’s rival?” Ron hissed, referring to Baxter.

Little did they know that she wouldn’t care about that. She only cared about the fact that Sawyer was Madeline’s ex-husband from the human world and that he was a powerful man she could use for her own benefit.

“Let’s go outside,” I suggested as I got up, dusting off my black gown.

However, we hadn’t even turned toward the door when a loud noise reached us. The powerful flapping of wings filled the air, making it clear that something was happening outside.

We all rushed toward the window, and there he was.

I felt like I would choke on my tears because what the others were calling a monster was my father, hovering in the air.

He seemed to have some meat clutched in his claws.

It didn’t make sense. Why was he in the woods? He never came this far. This place used to be nothing but woods before a pack was built around it, but even then, he wasn’t supposed to be here.

None of it made any sense.

Then he began descending, and people scrambled in every direction.

“No,” I whimpered, my hands trembling as I watched my father brutally attack the others.

This was the first time I’d ever seen my father up close, and it was under the worst possible circumstances.

“I need to get out there,” I blurted, but as soon as I rushed toward the door, Byron grabbed my hand and pulled me back.

“No. He’ll attack you,” he insisted, refusing to let me go.

“If only Madeline were here. Didn’t you say he’s Madeline’s father?” Ron questioned, turning toward me and making the hair on the back of my

neck stand on end content

Nala bit her bottom lip.

I’d told her the truth the other day.

However, I hadn’t realized the others had found out about it as well.

But I guessed we’d had to do whatever we could to stop Ron from making a mistake that day.

“Wait, what?” Byron demanded, looking me directly in the eyes.

“Look, you need to let me out, okay? He’ll listen to me,” I insisted.

But Byron wrapped an arm around my back, physically restraining me once again.

By then, another pair of snarls tore through the air.

We all turned toward the sound and saw Sawyer.

He had rushed onto the grounds, removing his coat as he transformed right before everyone’s eyes.

Now people were running from two monsters.

Instead of attacking any of the pack members, Sawyer lunged straight at the winged monster, as everyone called him.

My father had one of the pack members clutched in his claws.

I knew the truth. He didn’t mean to hurt anyone.

He had come here for food, for the meat, but he’d gotten confused.

I watched as Sawyer heroically let

his Lycan take control, prying my control,arying

father’s claws away from

member and saving the pack

man’s life.

Then his Lycan tumbled across the ground as he fought my father, crashing into seats and everything else in his path while scratching and clawing at him.

My father screeched and tried to fly away, but Sawyer caught him by the tail and

slammed him back onto the ground.

This time, people stopped running.

I could see it in their eyes. They were watching their savior protect them from a monster.

The monster that was my father.