Chapter 252. The Black Van

Darco leaned beach in his chair, folding his arms as he studied me with those harp, green calculating eyes. “The question is,” He continued, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, “how do we prove it? Because without evidence, Rue, it does not matter what I believe. The pack will tear you apart.” 

I swallowed hard, my throat dry from all the crying. “I know,” I admitted, my voice shaking a bit. “The thumb drive—it had the footage. That was my proof. But it’s gone now. Elder Robert destroyed it.” 

The dark alpha’s expression darkened. “Then I really don’t know how to help you.” I could see the sadness in his eyes. “It’s not even my pack, so I can’t do much.” 

“Yeah,” I replied in a low and defeating voice. “It’s fine.” I flashed him a smile and nodded, feeling tears fill my eyes again. I was tired of crying and I just wanted to give up at this point. 

The door made a sound as it was being opened. An officer appeared with a tight frown on