Emily At An All Boys Werewolf Academy!

Seed of doubt

Emily’s pov

"Little Emily, what are you doing? Get up, get up! You’ll make yourself sick!" The Alpha King’s voice wavered, clearly startled by my sudden outburst.

"Sickness befalls a person who's alive inside," I sobbed. "I’m breathing, walking, but I’m dead inside! I seek justice for my other half, my brother! What did he do so wrong?" I cried, letting the tears spill.

The one thing I hated most—showing weakness—I was doing. And I was willing to do it as long as it got me what I wanted.

"My poor daughter," my mother gasped, almost fainting, but my father caught her just in time.

"Emily..." The Alpha King sighed.

The room fell silent. The old champions were quiet now. I could speak freely.

"Even if it’s suicide, like everyone says, shouldn’t I at least get the closure I deserve? My parents lost a son, but I… I lost my other half, a soul I’ve shared my mother’s womb with since the moment I came to be." I sobbed harder, the grief consuming me.

"Emily," the Alpha King said softly. "Let’s say your 'twin phenomenon' told you something. We can’t work with that. We need solid proof. We need something the academy will accept as sufficient to start an investigation. You know how formidable the academy is, right?"

Of course, I knew how formidable the Boys Werewolf Academy was. Even the Alpha King couldn’t pry into their business. But he was mistaken if he thought I’d be scared.

"I know, I know, Uncle Freddie," I said, my voice trembling just enough to bait him. "But I still want answers. Please, I need them."

"It’s not that simple, little one. Now get up. You’ll catch a cold lying on the floor," he said, standing from his chair and offering me his hand.

I took it, sniffing as I stood. "Uncle Freddie..." I began, wiping my tears. "What if I told you I have evidence?"

He froze, mid-air.

"What kind of evidence?" he asked.

I turned to one of the servants. "Please, call Dr. Drew."

The room fell silent at the mention of his name. Dr. Drew was a renowned forensic pathologist, famous for handling high-profile cases. But like any successful man, he was surrounded by scandals. Just weeks ago, a newspaper article came out alleging he had a mistress. Those claims had been dismissed as fake propaganda, but I wasn’t concerned about his personal life.

After my brother died, I had no other choice but to seek his expertise. But I couldn’t afford him, so I did the next best thing: I followed him. For three days, I trailed him, hiding in the shadows of broken wooden floors, deprived of sleep, until I finally found the proof I needed—Dr. Drew with his mistress.

I had no interest in his affairs. I just wanted his skills. And so, I leveraged that information against him, exchanging my silence for his help. The women’s society would have to forgive me; my issues were more pressing.

Dr. Drew entered, bowing politely. "His Majesty, esteemed guests, and bereaved family, my condolences."

"Dr. Drew?" the Alpha King said, his voice heavy with suspicion.

"It’s really him!" someone whispered.

"Dr. Drew, this young lady says you have evidence about Sir Taylor Jr.’s case?" the Alpha King asked.

"Y-yes, yes," Dr. Drew stammered, clearly nervous but still complying. I could feel the tension in the room.

"Then share your thoughts."

"Though he fell in water, there were marks on his body indicating a potential struggle before the time of his death," Dr. Drew said, every word delivered with practiced calm.

"That’s all?" Elder Greg scoffed.

"Yes," Dr. Drew replied, his voice a little too quick.

"And your opinion?" the Alpha King asked.

"The case is worth investigating as a murder. Given his achievements at the academy and in society, the public and his family deserve closure." Dr. Drew bowed again, finishing his statement.

I could tell Dr. Drew wasn’t going to win any Oscars for his performance, but he did the job. He planted the seed of doubt, and now it was up to me to water it.

The Alpha King stood still, silent, for what felt like an eternity. Then, he turned to me, his eyes sharp. "What is it you want, Emily? I don’t believe you spent all your savings just to get Dr. Drew here for a case that’s to be opened, right?"

I looked down, took a handkerchief, and wiped my tears away. "A chance," I said, my voice steady. "A chance to investigate his death myself."

"Preposterous!" Elder Greg bellowed.

"Outrageous!" another elder added.

"A woman leading an investigation? Since when do we allow such laughable things?"

"Mrs. Taylor, Sir Taylor, is this what you’ve taught your daughter?"

I felt my skin burn, my tongue bit down until I tasted blood. I wanted to retort, to shout, but I knew better. If I responded now, I could end up in jail, and my parents would be subjected to more ridicule. One thing at a time. I’d expose their children later, but for now, I had to play this game.

"Enough!" the Alpha King shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos.

I realized that in his hand, mine was clenched tightly. He must’ve sensed the tension, but I held it in check.

"Elder David, that’s an insensitive thing to say," the Alpha King continued, his tone sharper. "We all have sons and daughters. We’re one nation, one pack. We can’t say such things to one of our own."

The room fell silent, and the Alpha King turned back to me.

"Emily, state your request more clearly."

I exhaled sharply, closing my eyes. "The academy," I said, my voice firm. "I want to go to Boys Werewolf Academy. I know I’ll find all the answers there."