Fear consumed me after that. I knew with chilling certainty that the Alpha of the Eclipse Pack had figured out the truth. He knew I was the one who had poisoned him. I couldn't let Richard wake up—not with Rosaline talking about a way to save him. So, I did it again. I poisoned him, this time hoping to bring him closer to death. But I didn't anticipate Rosaline stepping in to save him once more. Nor did I expect Aunt Eleanor to discover my hand in it. By some twisted stroke of luck, Aunt Eleanor stood by me. She didn't hesitate going even further—deciding that the Alpha had to die. If he was gone, Rosaline would be out of the Eclipse Pack for good. Our positions would be secure. But Donny had been the one pulling the strings all along. Quietly guiding me, aiding me in poisoning the Alpha. Now, though ... I clenched my fists. Donny thought he could betray me? He was wrong. If he wanted to play this game, I'd make sure he knew there were no second chances. Once Mr. Richard was taken care of, I'd stand by Caden. Together, we'd secure our claim over the Eclipse Pack. The power would be ours. And when the time came, Donny would regret crossing me. The clock struck midnight. The morgue was a tomb of silence. Aunt Eleanor and I huddled behind a corner in the hallway, our gazes locked on the dark door ahead. "Are we really doing this?" Aunt Eleanor asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Her fingers tightened around mine. The stench of death hung heavy in the air. Above us, a flickering green sign read "Emergency Exit" cast an eerie glow. Behind that dark door, I knew, lay the bodies of werewolves—frozen, silent, forgotten. Aunt Eleanor shuddered, the weight of her years of comfort and luxury crushing her now. She wasn't made for this. But I was. The fear of discovery was a far worse fate than whatever haunted this place."Quiet," I hissed, tugging her forward. "We can't be seen. No noise." We crept closer to the morgue door. The cold hit us like a slap when we entered. It was a biting unnatural chill, as though the air itself was mourning. Aunt Eleanor reached for the light switch, but I stopped her, panic rising in my chest. "No. If you turn it on, they'll see us." I pressed a flashlight into her shaking hands. We moved together, the beam of light cutting through the suffocating darkness. "Which one is Mr. Richard?" Aunt Eleanor's voice cracked as she clutched the flashlight, her gaze darting nervously. I bit back a snarl. "Aunt Eleanor, we've come this far. There's no turning back now." I scanned the rows of metal drawers. It only took a moment before I found it. Grabbing her arm, I yanked her toward the third row, second column. "Here. His hospital number's on the label. This is the one. Let's move." "Got it." She nodded, the flashlight trembling in her hand as I pried open the cold metal door. The slab slid out with a heavy, metallic screech. But when I looked down, the space was empty. My blood ran cold. My mind went blank. "What ... what's going on?" Aunt Eleanor's voice trembled as she gripped the flashlight, her breath unsteady. She leaned closer, eyes widening in disbelief. The cold hard truth met us. The body of the Eclipse Pack Alpha was nowhere to be found. "What's happening? I thought he died. Have we been played?" Her voice was thin, quivering with rising panic. She was shaking with fear. I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to stay composed. "No. Grandpa can't be alive. If he was, why would Caden be this furious? He wouldn't have broken up with Rosaline, and he sure as hell wouldn't have let that werewolf cop take her." As our minds spun in confusion, a sudden rustling noise came from behind us. We turned, hearts pounding. And there it was. The covered body on the other cot. It moved. The sheet slipped off, revealing Richard's pale, sickly face. His features were almost ghostly, like death had claimed him long ago. "AHH!!!" Aunt Eleanor and I froze, terror seizing us. Our faces drained of color as we screamed, scrambling into the corner. What in all the hells was happening? Was this some kind of ghost? "R-Richard ... I'm sorry ... I didn't mean to hurt you ... Please don't come for me ... I'm Caden's mom ... Please, don't take me ... " Aunt Eleanor had dropped the flashlight, her hands desperately clamping over her eyes, too terrified to even glance at the Alpha, now sitting up like something out of a nightmare. I could barely hold myself together. Trembling, my skin cold, sweat dripping down my forehead. "Grandpa? You ... I didn't mean to hurt you. If you're angry, take it up with Rosaline. She's the one who caused this. It's all her fault." Then, a voice—a cold, chilling voice—cut through the air. "You two poisoned me, killed me, and shoved the blame all on Rosaline. Now you think you can steal my body and cover up your mess?" Aunt Eleanor and I collapsed to the floor, huddled together, too terrified to move. I shuddered, my teeth chattering. I glanced at Aunt Eleanor. She stared at Richard with wide, blank eyes, her body shaking. She nodded, but there was nothing convincing in her motions. "We ... we didn't mean to. We were forced to, Grandpa," I whispered, my heart sinking. I wished I could vanish, slip into the ground—anything to escape this nightmare. "‘Forced'?" Richard scoffed, the contempt clear in his tone. "Eleanor is Caden's own mother, and you're his cousin! Who in the hell could force you to do anything? Queenie, you've got a lot of nerve making up that kind of lie." I froze. His words hit like a slap. Grandpa never called me by name. He never said Caden's full name either. And now ... now this. A sick realization bloomed in my chest. Something was horribly wrong. This wasn't Mr. Richard. If he had truly come back from the dead, he wouldn't be sitting there like everything was normal.Rage surged within me, eclipsing my fear. I stood up, fury burning in my veins. I pointed at the figure before me. "You're not the Alpha. Who the hell are you?"