Chapter 120: Familiar scent
Killian stepped into the office. His gaze swept towards Dominic, who raised his head just in time for their gazes to clash. Killian hooked up his lips in a soft smile as he said to him, "So what did I do to owe this pleasure, Alpha Cherith?"
Dominic stood up from the couch and walked over to the table, where he sat in the chair opposite Killian. He adjusted his jacket and, with his eyes on Killian, he asked, "I believe that you have heard about the shifters’ disappearances?"
"I have," Killian allowed.
"You have," Dominic echoed, his lips thinning. "Then you should have also known that this matter should have been taken to the council for the other shifter’ packs to know about it as well. Don’t you think that you were a tad bit careless regarding the safety of the other packs and shifters?"
Killian tapped his fingers on the table. With a disapproving expression on his face, he stated, "I think you are the one who is in the wrong, Alpha Cherith. First of all, these disappearances are nothing new. As long as you have your wits intact, you will notice things are not as simple as you think they are."
"And just because I didn’t think of telling the council, do you think no one else did?" Killian asked softly as he leaned back on his chair. "The council have not intervened, which means they do not wish to accept these disappearances."
Dominic’s jaw hardened. He questioned, "And you have no intention of letting the council know about N.M.H.?"
Hearing his response, Killian beamed. "Oh, so you paid attention to what I was telling you? It’s a good thing that you were paying attention to the interrogation. That solves a hell of a lot of things."
Impatience flitted across Dominic’s expression as he looked at the alpha lycan. "Can you stop talking in circles? I am here because I want to ask you about this site and whether you were able to break through it or not."