Filed to story: Werewolfs Heartsong by Dizzy Izzy
Officer Terrawing frowned at that. “Did your parents hot want you to know about it?” He asked her.
Alora shook her head. “No, they didn’t.”
Officer Terrawing frowned even harder. “Were they waiting till you were older to tell you?”
Alpha Andrew cleared his throat. “Alora’s parents never intended for Alora to ever find out about the Will, the requirements to receive her inheritance, or the contents of the Will.”
Officer Terrawing’s expression became grim. “Do you have proof this was their intent?” he asked in a serious tone.
“Yes, the Principal of our Pack’s high school overheard her parents talking in the parking garage at the school not that long ago.
He recorded most of it after realizing I might need proof of their actions. I have the video on my phone, I can send it to you.”
Then the Alpha glanced down at Alora, before returning his gaze to the Dragon Master’s. “I would ask that you wait till you are not here to listen to it, there are some traumatizing details in that conversation.”
The Dragon Master met Alpha Andrew’s gaze, his expression grim as he thought about Alpha Andrew’s request. Finally, he nodded. “Alright, I will do as you request. Do you know their reason why they were intent on never allowing Alora to know of this
Will?”
Alpha Andrew nodded. “Bettina wanted the inheritance and titles for herself. She knew about the clause in the Will that gave her everything in the event that Alora did not change her surname to Heartsong by her twenty third birthday.”
Officer Terrawing nodded, looking down at the folder he had brought with him with the necessary paperwork to get the Will signed and processed. “There was that clause, however she must not have known about the sub clause.”
Alpha Andrew frowned. “Sub clause?” He had never heard of a sub clause.
“The sub clause to Bettina getting Alora’s titles and inheritance if Alora had not changed her surname by her twenty third birthday. It requires Alora to knowingly reject the terms of the Will and sign off on her rejection. In other words, Alora would have still had to be made aware of the Will in order for
Bettina to get Alora’s inheritance. If by chance Alora was not made aware of the Will and did not sign off that she knowingly and willingly rejected the terms of the Will. Then all contents and titles contained within the Will, would have still gone to Alora.
Without Alora having to meet the original requirements. Meeting the requirements now just means Alora can now claim her inheritance without waiting till her twenty-third birthday.” Officer Terrawing explained to them.
Alpha Andrew stared at the Dragon Master stunned. “This means, Brodie never meant for Bettina to get anything from the Will.
He built in a failsafe, he most likely suspected Bettina would never allow Alora to get her hands on anything he left for her.”
Officer Terrawing nodded. “This is precisely the reason this clause was written, that has been noted in the paperwork. I went over this Will extensively, and originally thought that clause out of place until now. I realize that this man must have had incredible foresight to have placed such a sub clause in his Will.”
Alpha Andrew let out a sad sounding sigh. “I believe by that point he could already sense how twisted and greedy his own daughter had become. This was his way of protecting the granddaughter he thought of as the future of the Heartsong Clan.”
Officer Terrawing nodded again. “Now, about this request he submitted when he filed his Will with the Supernatural Council Law division. Do you know why he would request that the Supernatural Council be the ones to process his Will and oversee that all the terms are met by all parties?”
Alpha Andrew’s expression was grim. “Brodie was worried that members of the Werewolf’s Council that are related to Bettina, would prevent Alora from claiming the title and the position in the Pack he left her.”
Officer Terrawing looked at Alpha Andrew with a steady and assessing gaze. “Do you believe they would do so?”
“Yes, very much so. That is why I submitted my own request for a mediator from the Supernatural Council to oversee the process.” Alpha Andrew answered.
Officer Terrawing looked satisfied with Alpha Andrew’s answers. “That concludes my initial investigation.” He said, then he reached forward and opened the folder in front of him. “Now let us get to signing these documents and processing
Alora’s ears were ringing again, and she felt robotic as she obeyed the repeated demands of, “Sign here.” “Initial there.”
“Fingerprint your blood here.” The representative for the Werewolf’s Council came in in the middle of all this. When the Council member came in, his face went pale when he realized he was in the same room as a Dragon Master.
The Werewolf Council member walked slowly around to the opposite side of the table where the Dragon Master sat but made sure he was sitting two places down from Alpha Andrew. The Council Member’s face had settled into an expressionless mask, but in his eyes were shadows of disdain.
“All right, now we just need this male from the Werewolf’s Council to process her title and position change and then we can finalize the Will.” Officer Terrawing said with a cheerful note in his tone.
The Werewolf Council member looked back and forth between Alpha Andrew and Officer Terrawing, his expression a combination of irritation and confusion. “I was called over to assist in processing a Will, not to officiate over a title and position transfer.” The Council member said, unwilling to do anything he was not officially asked to do.
Alpha Andrew turned to the Council Member with a glare that said it was in his best interest to comply. “Part of processing this
Will, involves a transfer of titles and position in our Pack from a deceased member to their chosen living descendant.” He growled.
The Council Member was a skinny lanky wolf with the fighter status of an omega. There was no muscle tone to speak of, and he looked more like a rat than a wolf. Mousy brown hair, his dual-colored eyes two different rings of brown, the outer ring darker than the inner ring. His skin had a sickly pallor to it, as if he was severely anemic and in desperate need of a few hours of sunlight.
When the Alpha growled, he instinctively acted like the weak wolf he was and cringed, tilting his head in submission. Then, with a jerk, he straightened himself back up. The expression on the Council Werewolf’s face became arrogant as he looked at the