Chapter 268

268 Lucrethia’s Plan To Escape

Dane’s bold statement was nothing but a blatant lie.

Elijah Summertide was a tough nut to crack.

Once he was dragged to the Werewolf Council and locked up in its dungeon, he refused to divulge any information to anyone.

Whether or not this was something that Elijah and Lucrethia Woodland agreed on in case he got caught was unclear. Dane only knew that it gave Lucrethia some time to move freely.

What would the old madam do in the middle of this chaos?

Escape, of course.

He was thus not at all surprised when the warriors returned with a screaming Conrad Woodland and a silently crying Vera Woodland, but no Lucrethia Woodland.

“Reporting to Mr. Dane, we have rounded up all the remaining Woodland family members, but we fail to locate Madam Lucrethia Woodland.”

Dane scoffed.

.....

Snakes slithered away quickly in the face of problems.

“What is your name, young man?” Dane asked haughtily, referring to the new Alpha of the pack.

“My name is Kieran Locksworth,” the man in shackles said, his gaze unyielding against Dane’s piercing stare.

Dane then turned to speak to Conrad Woodland.

“Alpha Conrad, is it true that you have passed your Alpha position to this young man?”

The elder man gave him a frantic reply.

“TAKE IT! JUST TAKE IT! I DON’T CARE ANYMORE! JUST LET ME GO! I DID NOT DO ANYTHING! AAARRHHHHHH!!!”

That settled it.

Dane Silverback lazily shifted his gaze to Kieran, a cynical smile playing on his lips.

“Congratulations, Alpha Kieran. Now, if you can tell me the whereabouts of Madam Lucrethia Woodland, I will be very grateful.”

“The old madam stopped minding pack-related affairs years ago,” Kieran said, shooting glares at Dane Silverback. “She is now just enjoying her retirement years.”

Dane scoffed full of contempt.

Yeah, right.

As if the whole werewolf society did not know that Lucrethia Woodland had the Alpha of the pack in her palms at all times.

If anything, it was Conrad Woodland who enjoyed his retirement years as soon as he became the Alpha.

“Whether or not Madam Lucrethia Woodland is just enjoying her retirement years or is related to this crime will be decided by the Werewolf Council after a series of thorough investigations,” Dane pointed out.

Kieran gritted his teeth in defiance.

“Didn’t you say that the murderer already spat out the name of the mastermind? Why are you rounding up all of us if that’s the case?”

Smart mouth. At least he was not Conrad Woodland who freaked out at every turn of events.

“It is standard procedure to gather everyone around the suspect for interrogation purposes.”

Kieran swallowed.

“Alright,” he said in desperation. “I will tell you where Lucrethia Woodland is, but for that I want you to spare someone else.”

Dane smiled at Kieran.

“And who is the person I am supposed to spare?”

“Lillian Woodland,” Kieran said with a pleading tone. “She is reaching the last stage of her pregnancy. Please don’t put her in an unnecessary, stressful situation.”

“Touching,” Dane commented. “I will consider it. So, where is Lucrethia Woodland?”

Kieran turned his head and shot Conrad Woodland one last look. The latter was cowering on the ground. He had nothing to say at all.

“Madam Lucrethia Woodland booked a flight to Europe early this morning. She plans to enjoy a few weeks of holiday, touring various countries.”

Over at the nearest international airport, Lucrethia Woodland was waiting for her flight at the boarding gate.

Only thirty minutes were left before the boarding call began.

The Werewolf Council might already arrive at the Ironclad Claws Pack House by now. Conrad must be having a mental breakdown at the very moment. Katreena was thankfully far away in an unrelated pack. Vera had been living her whole life in luxury. A little bit of thrill would make her life more colorful.

Lucrethia heaved a sigh and pondered about her own situation.

Once she got off the plane, she would go off the radar. No one would be able to reach her.

From her hiding place, she planned to carefully assess her situation and see what she could do next.

A masculine voice rang out behind Lucrethia, startling her from a daze.

“Is the seat next to you occupied, Madam Woodland?”

Lucrethia turned her head and came face-to-face with a tall, handsome, dark-haired man. He wore a pair of sunglasses on top of the black coat that extended to his knees.

When Ronan Silverback took off his sunglasses, the two pairs of greenish-blue eyes stared into each other.

Lucrethia scoffed.

“I have to say, you completely fooled me.”

“Did I?” Ronan took a seat next to the elderly. “I was just playing along.”

“How do you enjoy the game so far?”

“Oh, I enjoy it a lot. As you can see, I am winning the later rounds.”

A smirk hushed across Lucrethia’s wrinkled face.

“You have yet to win,” she pointed out. “Don’t be so arrogant in front of your elder.”

Ronan tilted his head to the side and flashed Lucrethia his most charming smile as a response.

“I respected you until I cannot do it anymore.”

That was when he found out that she was the one behind his mother’s death.

When he found out that she attacked his mate again and again.

Lucrethia Woodland hailed from the Fangblade family. She was Lady Adele Fangblade’s biological aunt.

If Lucien did not give him any hints about her, Ronan would never have once believed that Lucrethia was the person whose shadow he had been chasing for months.

“So what are you planning to do now?” Lucrethia asked sweetly.

“Now, I am just here to stop you from boarding the plane. The warriors from the Werewolf Council are on their way to seize you.”

“My plane is boarding soon,” Lucrethia reminded him with a sneer. “So sorry but I have no time to entertain you any longer, Alpha Ronan.”

Lucrethia rose to her feet just as the announcement was heard across the boarding hall.

“Apologies to all passengers, all flights are delayed for at least six hours. You will all be compensated at the ticketing counter. I repeat...”

“...”

One by one, the disgruntled and confused passengers poured out of the boarding area. The loud murmur was reduced to utter silence when only Ronan and Lucrethia stayed behind.

Ronan too rose to his feet and pinned Lucrethia’s back with a scorching glare.

“The airport is on lockdown. Sorry to ruin your holiday plan, Madam.”