Her CEO Stalker and Her Second Chance Mate Chapter 145

Carter

Jake's letter continued…

A truth, I am your uncle, my brother keeps our linked parentage a secret. Beware the man that aided in bringing you into existence. He allowed atrocities to happen to your mother, I couldn’t save her as he kept those details even from me. He knows I am getting close to exposing him, I don’t know if I will be able to finish what I plan before he gets to me, my days are numbered on this earth. If I do not finish what I started, that task must now fall to you. You, the heir to this pack, must finish it if there is no one else to take him down. It is my intention to challenge Clyde myself, but there are many moving parts to bringing him down. This is a lot to ask of any wolf, let alone one so young to finding out who she is. I need you to do what you were born to do. Avenge your mother, right your pack and take your place amongst it. Evie pretended not to see it but I always saw who you were. I believe in you Dragonfly. You are this pack’s new beginning. If I have failed to do as I plan, you are their only hope. You will find allies with Sheriff Carter, and your grandmother Martha Anderson, and Byron from my garage. Trust only who they do but above all trust yourself, in this matter you need to let your instincts guide you. Until you put the pieces together, keep your head down and discover who you are.

I love you, you have been the greatest gift the goddess has ever bestowed upon me, just know, your mother, Evie, and I are looking down on you, and we are so proud of the strong woman you have become.

Love Always,

Uncle Jake

4519 trust bank deposit box Colorado springs, key is taped under the junk drawer in the kitchen.

I stayed silent as Briar read, the wind blowing her scent that I yearned to bury myself in, away from me. Her hand holding the letter fell to her side as she stared out into the valley. A dragonfly flew by just then, hovering in front of her. She tilted her head to watch it before a gust took it away on the wind.

She turned to me then, tears streaming down her face, I paused my urge to go to her, unsure of where we stood.

“Carter, I have something to tell you.”