5. Chapter 5 - A Supernatural Tragedy

Chapter 5 - A Supernatural Tragedy

Alexei

A fter speaking with the elder, I wanted to go see Evelyn when I was stopped by a group of new vampires.

"Good evening, Mayor," one of them said.

I wasn't interested in talking to them, but I knew I had no choice.

"Good evening. How can I help you?"

The trio of new vampires exchanged glances, the one who had spoken appearing slightly more confident than the others.

"Um… we just wanted to say that we're impressed by how well you handle things with the community and um… we were hoping you could give us a few pointers."

"Oh. That's fine. Well, I'm not exactly sure what to say but I'm happy to share what I can. Harmony Grove is unique, and understanding each faction's needs is crucial."

The young vampires listened attentively, their curiosity evident. I continued, choosing words that balanced the challenges and rewards of leading a community such as ours.

"Communication is key. Listen to the concerns of each faction and strive to find common ground. It's about fostering understanding and cooperation," I explained, hoping to provide them with practical advice.

The confident one nodded appreciatively. "Thank you, Mayor. We'll keep that in mind."

I nodded in return, sensing their genuine eagerness to contribute positively to Harmony Grove. "You're welcome. If you ever have specific questions or need assistance, feel free to reach out. We're all part of this community and working together is what makes us stronger."

As they moved on, I resumed my journey toward Evelyn.

I was already making my way to the door when my phone buzzed. It was a call from Evelyn. I quickly answered it.

"Hey, baby. How do you feel?" I questioned the weight of concern evident in my voice.

"Alexei, we have a situation. Meet me at the pool. It's urgent," Evelyn's tone spurred me into immediate action.

Without a moment's hesitation, I hurried out the door and made my way to the pool area. My mind raced with possibilities, each more ominous than the last.

Did something happen to her?

I shouldn't have stopped to talk to those boys when she needed me.

As I arrived at the pool, I could immediately feel the somber atmosphere. Evelyn stood alongside a vampire from her team, their expressions grave as they hovered over the lifeless body of the werewolf Alpha.

"What happened? Are you okay? You sounded a bit frantic on the phone." The words rushed out of my mouth, my gaze focused entirely on Evelyn before noticing what she was looking at..

Evelyn glanced up, her eyes reflecting the gravity of the situation. "We found him like this. It looks like an attack, but there are no signs of struggle or external injuries. It's as if he just... died."

I knelt beside the Alpha, a surge of regret and sorrow welling within me. The supernatural community had lost a leader, and the ramifications of this loss extended beyond the confines of our immediate understanding.

"We need to handle this discreetly. Move the body to the Sheriff's Department basement," I advise, my focus on preserving the fragile peace that hangs in the balance.

Evelyn nodded in agreement, her determination unwavering. "I'll get my team on it. We'll make sure no one else discovers the body."

As she left to organize her squad, I scanned the surroundings, hoping no prying eyes had stumbled upon the scene. The last thing we needed right now was someone finding out about this incident. It could mean disastrous consequences for the community, especially since it happened on the day of the peace treaty.

I let out a frustrated breath.

Why did this have to happen now? I thought to myself.

Not long after, Evelyn returned with the four members of her team, each one focused on the task at hand. The deputies were all supernaturals so at least we were sure of the fact that no human would find out about the incident. Together, we worked swiftly and discreetly, ensuring the body was carefully transported to a waiting truck.

With the Alpha's lifeless body safely concealed in the truck, I turned my attention to the next crucial step—disposing of the evidence discreetly. Gesturing to the deputies, I spoke in hushed tones, outlining the plan.

"There's an old cabin I own. I'll text the address to you. It's isolated, and we can bury him there. Make sure that it's done quietly, without attracting any attention," I instructed, emphasizing the need for secrecy.

They nodded in understanding, acknowledging the gravity of the situation. As they left to carry out the discreet burial, I felt the weight of responsibility settle on my shoulders. Harmony Grove's delicate peace depended on navigating this crisis without inciting panic.

Turning to Evelyn, I suggested, "Let's review the security footage. We need to ensure no one entered the pool area before the deputies arrived. We can't afford any suspicion."

Together, we made our way to the security room, the atmosphere heavy with unspoken concerns. The screens flickered to life, displaying the events that unfolded in the pool area without any indication of what actually happened to the Alpha. He seemed to just collapse. As we continued to observe, a sense of relief washed over us. The footage revealed no other signs of intrusion or suspicious activity before the arrival of the deputies.

"It looks like we're in the clear," Evelyn remarked with a hint of relief in her voice.

I nodded, acknowledging the small victory in maintaining the secrecy of the supernatural incident. "Taking the footage with me I said let's return to the party. We can't let this overshadow the progress we've made tonight."

As we headed back to the celebration, we made a silent pact to continue the facade of normalcy. The supernatural community reveled in unity, unaware of the intricate dance occurring behind the scenes.

Back at the party, laughter echoed, and music filled the air. I observed the gathered beings, each engaged in their conversations and celebrations. The delicate threads of peace remained intact, but an underlying tension lingered.

Evelyn and I seamlessly slipped back into the festivities, masking the weight of the recent events. Conversations flowed, and smiles adorned our faces, concealing the shadows that lurked beneath the surface. The night, though still clouded by uncertainty, now resumed its course toward unity and understanding.

Despite my attempts to maintain an outward appearance of composure, an unsettling feeling gnawed at the edges of my consciousness. The fragile peace Harmony Grove had achieved seemed poised on the precipice of disaster, and I couldn't shake the intuition that darker times loomed ahead.

The werewolves had only just started their integration into the broader society.

How could I possibly convey the tragic news of their Alpha's death without unraveling the fragile progress they had made?

The weight of that responsibility pressed heavily on me, overshadowing the festivities that continued in the museum.

My thoughts turned to Beta Oberyn. He was the werewolf we talked to during our visit to see the werewolves. The encounter with him had revealed his temperamental nature and if I was being honest, I wanted to avoid him as best as I could tonight. The news of their Alpha's demise, if mishandled, could ignite a spark of fury that might lead to catastrophic consequences. If Oberyn as much as caught a whiff of this news, he would start a war and war was not something we needed right now.

As I continued to move through the celebration, my gaze occasionally shifted toward Evelyn. The unspoken understanding between us resonated with the shared burden of leadership. We both knew that the challenges we faced were big and we couldn't do this without each other.