the truth, she wouldn't have believed him or she would have just freaked out and fired him. Scott was a werewolf, a creature of the night who was controlled by the full moon. He didn't com

aged to escape. We got this one, tied him up, put him in a van and we took him to the cabin to interrogate him." He looked at Julie Robert and she sighed. "When we realized he wasn't going to talk." Julie started. "Scott and I walked outside to discuss what to do to be able to get him talking. We put torture into consideration and when we went back into the cabin he was dead." Scott looked at them in disbelief, at first he didn't understand how they'd leave a live, breathing werewolf just to go back and he was dead and then it hit him, he finally understood. "He killed himself." "There was a silver knife in the cabin, he took it and slit his throat with it," Victor said with a sigh. Scott did the same, he put his hands on his waist and he looked down at the dead idiot that decided to take his life just to protect a pack led by someone who cared about nothing but power. Scott shook his head. How are these people so powerful? He thought. It wasn't going to stop him, he wasn't going to give up. "Okay!" Scott said. "At least now we know for sure these hooligans are here in New Orleans. Let's just hope they don't leave because now that that guy who escaped knows there are people after them he's going to tell his leader. But still, I doubt they'd do that anyway. They rather expect us than to run from us so we have to be vigilant." He turned to Julie and Victor. "Keep your eyes out on that guy who escaped." They both nodded and he turned to the rest. "Meeting dismissed, and please make sure to get rid of this body smartly." He walked away and they all continued murmuring. "Hey, Scott!" Scott turned around to meet Liam Xavier, the youngest of the pack, he was nineteen. Brown curly hair, and green eyes and he might be playful but when it came to avenging his dad's death he didn't play. At this point, Scott knew he was going to say something stupid or ask a stupid question. With that smile on his face, Scott knew. "How are you?" He still had the smile on. Scott squinted his eyes and folded his arms. "I'm good? You?" "Great, great. . . Uhm. How's Gina?" He wiggled his eyebrows. Scott rolled his eyes and walked away. "Wait, wait wait!" He stood in Scott's way. "I'm just looking out for you man." "What you should be looking out for are the ones that killed your dad, not my love life." When Liam's expression changed to sadness Scott knew he had gone too far. He shouldn't have brought up his dad and Scott should have put into consideratio