You Killed My Mother

“Nancy said…” Jeff’s voice trembled, on the verge of tears. “She said once you’re gone, my child with Catherine could stay in the pack legitimately… and someday inherit the Alpha’s position!” “So you admit the child Catherine’s carrying is yours—not Devon’s?” I pressed, my voice shrill with anger. Jeff hung his head even lower, his words barely audible. “Yes… it’s mine. Catherine said Devon would not send her away as long as she had a baby. Once the child grew up… the whole pack would be ours…” Over the loudspeaker, Jeff's cell phone rang from his pocket, shattering the tense silence. I snatched it from him. An incoming call flashed on the screen-Catherine. Holding the phone to his ear, I commanded in a low, firm voice, “Answer it. Put it on the speaker. And watch what you say.” Trembling, Jeff nodded. I tapped accept and turned on the speakerphone. Catherine's saccharine voice emanates from the device. “Hey, Jeff, my love. Did you ever see Nancy? Did you get what she gave you? Do not