Slowly, I open one eye.
The fathers stare at me with sick twisted grins on their faces.
I glance over my shoulder.
Rick lays on the dirt floor eyes wide with a bullet hole in his head.
“Please just send me away,” I cry.
“Our sons will be better off if you’re no longer on this earth. We’ll leave your body in the middle of campus,” Mr. Montclair says.
“They’ll think the omega murderer killed you,” Mr. Burbank laughs hysterically, then shrugs and moves toward me. “Goodbye Harper.”
I stare him in the eyes.
The sound of bullets rings out.
The fathers run taking cover.
I rock my chair until I fall to one side.
“It’s time for you all to die,” Dustin roars.
My heart stutters in my chest. “Dustin?”
“We’re here, little omega,” he says.
Gripping a flashlight Sawyer runs to me. “It’s time to go.”
He slices a knife through the zip ties.
Dustin, Archer, and Thatcher stand holding AR fifteens.
“We learned there was more than one killer,” Archer starts.
“Carl was killing omegas as revenge for our fathers’ exiling his cousin Larry.”
“And you guys hired Brian to sacrifice women then murder them.”
“Yup,” Dustin starts. “Your plan was to kill our omega and pin it on Brian. But Brian visited you Mr. Barclay on your yacht. You killed him because you were worried, he’d crack under pressure and rat you out.”
“You all had Rick bring our omega here,” Thatcher snarls. “To kill her.”
“Figured the killer hadn’t been caught yet,” Sawyer says. “So you’d pin her murder on them.”
“Dad, a tunnel under our home,” Sawyer grits out. “Really?” he yells.
“I know what you’ve done. I uncovered the pictures in your office, Dad,” Sawyer roars holding me in his arms. “You’re a fucking serial killer. Every year you murder one Omega on Valentines Day. But this year you planned to commit two murders to fill your sick pleasure. You planned to kill our omega today and on Valentines Day you’d kill another.”
“We gave our secret society to a group of pussy alphas,” Mr. Burbank yells from behind the wall.
Sawyer stands and pushes me behind him. He grabs the assault rifle, hanging off his back and points it toward the wall shielding their fathers.
The light from their weapons shine on the wall.
“The Barclay pack are taking over the entire Wolves secret society,” Archer says, then nods.
They squeeze the triggers. I push my fingers into my ears. They fire several rounds until their fathers’ dead bodies fall from behind the walls.
