Chapter 25

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Abram taps the fingers of his left hand on his desk as he uses his right hand to flip through the thick stack of papers he has to read and signature. He clicks his pen and signs the bottom of the document before flipping to the next document he has to read and signature.

Abram has been holed up in his home office for the past four hours now doing Alpha work. He has been neglecting his Alpha duties so now he has to catch up on all the work he has been pushing aside.

Trigg pouted for a good ten minutes when Abram informed him that he had to get work done today. Abram had a very hard time going into his office when Trigg was pouting so adorably. Abram wishes he could just spend all day, every day, with Trigg instead of reading legal documents and pay stubs.

Abram's mind wanders as he attempts to read the document in front of him. The document is saying something about the property, but Abram cannot focus long enough to take any of the information in.

Abram groans as he leans back in his chair and rubs at his tired eyes. He slept on the couch again last night, Trigg said he was kicking Rigg out of the room today while Abram got work done. Abram could hear the two boys moving all of Rigg's new clothes into the guest bedroom. He could also hear their whispered arguments, to which Trigg used Spanish on his brother occasionally, but Rigg would only snort and laugh at the Spanish.

Abram huffs as he starts to play with the drawers on his desk. He opens the top drawer only to find the letter from his father, still in the Zip-Lock baggie. Abram stares at the baggie as the letter seems to call out to him.

After staring for a good few minutes Abram finally musters up the courage to pull the baggie out of the drawer and unzip it. He pulls the letter out carefully and gulps as he re-reads the letter. Once he is done reading the letter he stares at it. One passage sticking out the most.

If you ever find this letter before you search my office, look in the top drawer of my desk and you will find a journal in there. There will be clues that only a Woodson could figure out. Once you figure the clues out there will be something under it that explains exactly what you just found.

"Exactly what I just found?" Abram asks out loud quietly. His eyes move to the closet that is to his left and slightly behind him. "There will be something under it that explains," His eyes narrow. "Under what?"

His eyes move back to the drawer as he starts to chew on the inside of his cheek. Under it. Under what? Abram huffs to himself as he folds the letter back up and slips it back into the baggie. Then he pulls his father's journal out of the drawer next.

The journal is a dark leather with the name Josiah burned into the cover. The journal is thick, with approximately four hundred to five hundred pages. Only half of the journal has been written in though, since Josiah's Alpha reign ended early.

After reading his father's journal, Abram went out and got himself an identical journal and had his name burned into the cover. He figured if he wanted to be a great Alpha like his father was then he should follow in his steps by writing in journal about his Alpha reign. Abram's journal has the unfortunate event of his parent's death and his sudden reign of Alpha. He has made sure to log everything he though important, just like in his father's journal.

Abram sighs as he sets his father's journal on his desk and then pulls out his own journal that rests in the drawer just below the top one. He pulls out the dark leather bound journal with Abram burned into the front of the almost five-hundred-page journal. He opens the journal to the next clean page and starts to write about the Elders.

He writes about when the Elders visited, how the candidates were, and when he found Trigg. He writes how he and Trigg both got attacked by Rogues with the silver sun. He writes about his suspicions of Elder Williams and Elder Stirling committing murder and using possible magic.

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