Chapter 395 - 395: Dark histories...

Lenny

I leaned back in Ramsey's office chair, surrounded by stacks of printouts, laptop screens, and coffee cups that marked my sleepless night of investigation.

When Ramsey had texted me in the middle of his dinner with the Hollow Kin yesterday, practically begging me to find out everything I could about Delia Pier, I knew it was serious.

In his words, "If Lyla is worried about it, then there's something."

My phone buzzed with an incoming call from Ramsey.

"Hey…" I yawned.

"Please tell me you found something," Ramsey's voice came through, tense with worry.

"Yeah, I did. Didn't you get my text? I sent you a PDF summarising my findings."

"A PDF?" I heard him sigh, "You know how things have been hectic these days, Lenny. I'm not sure…"

"This is exactly why I never bother to give you a report in writing," I sighed. "Because you'll never read it. I don't know how you made it this far without signing away our pack, but you're the laziest person I've ever met."

"Try sharing the same room with a pregnant woman, Lenny. Half the time, I don't know where my phone is. If Lyla sees me sitting around reading, she'd assume I don't like her. In her words, we made the baby together, so we are in his journey together."

I wanted to tell Ramsey that I've been a dad five times now and have had my share of sleepless nights, diaper changes, and that it never gets easy, but I decided to save him the details. He would have to discover them on his own.

"Anyway, I found plenty," I said, shuffling through my notes. "I'm going to walk you through everything right now."

"I'm listening."

"Delia Piers, born twenty-five years ago to a single mother named Margaret Pier, who worked as a hairdresser at a small salon in downtown Millbrook. No father listed on the birth certificate, and I mean completely blank—not even 'father unknown.'"

"That's unusual."

"Gets more unusual. From what I could gather from school records and social services files, Delia was bullied relentlessly throughout high school. We're talking about the kind of harassment that would break most people. Kids calling her 'freak,' pushing her around, destroying her belongings."

"Why was she targeted?"

was 'different' and 'creepy.' One former classmate I tracked down said she always seemed to know things she shouldn't; like when someone was going to

was quiet for a moment. "Sounds like she might

sixteen after her mother got diagnosed with late-stage cancer. For three years, this girl was hustling between

"Six jobs?"

she was promised, or employers would let her go right before payday. I found records of at least twelve different establishments where she worked

exploitation," Ramsey huffed. "These humans are worse than they look. Imagine

"We do worse than these humans. Judging them would be a case of 'a kettle calling a pot

sighed.

up. "When she was nineteen, she filed a rape complaint

with the

up, and assaulted her. But get this, she claimed that afterwards, a pack of huge dogs

"Dogs?"

as 'the biggest dogs I've ever seen, with strange eyes that

sharp intake of breath. "What did the

the whole thing under

"And Delia?"

for two months, protesting the lack of investigation. She had signs, she

"Did anyone listen?"

a soul. Eventually, she just... disappeared. Completely vanished

"Where did she go?"

moved from Millbrook to Whispering Pine years later. There are no medical visits, no

"Until?"

from Greystone University, a Master's degree in Anthropology from Pinnacle, and professional certifications in archaeological

1% in the human world. I know a lot of our kind go there too because of how exclusive and

the one," I

call had dropped. "Lenny, are you telling me that a broke nineteen-year-old with a high school dropout record somehow acquired advanced degrees from two of the human world's

programs that normally take four to six

impossible without help.

very high price tag," I agreed. "Someone with significant resources invested heavily in Delia Piers'

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