WHISPER. | Rewriting.

Chapter 5.

   WARNING:  Suicide Attempt. If you are not comfortable, do not read this character.

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"Leo Devon, why did you killed those werewolves?"

"What were your motives behind it!"

"Does your brother know about this?"

"How does Ryder Devon feel to find out that his brother is the serial killer roaming the city?"

All those questions and none of them contained a true answer. Devon was sitting on his large leather chair, fingers pressed against his lips as his dark eyes were merely focused on his large screen which showed his brother's large frame, escorted by two men in police uniform whilst his hands were handcuffed. The alpha leaned against the back rest and closed his eyes, evidently frustrated and pissed off to no end. He had started to get some serious headaches from all of that bullshit that has happened in his town.

California was supposed to be a place of sin and a place of dreams coming true, not a fucking thriller and horror mist.

Soon enough he reached to take the small remote control laying on the wooden surface of his desk and pressed the red button, completely shutting off the large TV and the news reporter talking about Leo more and more, excitement evident in her voice.

Those fucking crows, trying to drink from all of the information they received and turn it out in completely different story. Ryder let out loud growl and slammed his fist on the table in his episode of rage. 

Absolutely nothing went against his plan. 

God, he was so fucking happy for catching the killer roaming the city and causing such cruel things to the omegas, but now? Now that deep hatred and anger were gone, the satisfaction of seeing his brother on the news as he was escorted to prison brought nothing but guilt. What was Ryder even thinking?? They shared one blood—he wasn't sure if it was because he tried to revenge on Leo for being the 'good' child in the family or actually doing this town a favor. Either ways, he fucked up and he knew he did. 

It's been exactly three weeks since Leo got into prison, and the fucking media decided to air the news a few days later and today was the hundredth time that live footage of Leo was aired on TV again and again, letting people know that the killer was caught and there was nothing to be afraid of anymore. Ryder guessed that he wasn't in charge of this town anymore. Ever since the killings started, his power slowly started slipping off his fingers and that alone angered him to no end.

He was not only tired from the entire bullshit but from the fact that those fucking trials took way too long. Ryder was seeing different lawyers each time for Leo and he wondered if it was because no one wanted to defend such miracilous killer? 

He could still remember Leo's face when Ryder burst into the house, shouting his name. He could still remember how weak Leo had become once Ryder began repeating the word 'killer' under his breath and pinned his frame onto the ground before the cops walked in as well and handcuffed Leo, leading him out from the house without much exchange of words.

Ryder was standing there, with bloody fists, ripped buttons of his white shirt and dark brown hair messy, watching his brother's back. The alpha had the full right to believe so, but. . . Leo was silent in every way. He wasn't taunting, he wasn't laughing. . . he was being a wreck, and it was all written upon his face. That alone made Ryder to wonder if he truly was the killer for a split second, but another thing was that the killings had stopped ever since Leo got in prison, so this was for the best for everyone.

One problem solved.

Yet, another one appeared.

Ever since those brutal killings became public for the citizens, all of the omegas had decided to cause a large riot and go against alphas, looking for their rights. Ryder was of course busy with papers and other shit to deal with that situation in calm matters; The riot was still in progress and the entire city was filled with angry omegas, shouting and insulting alphas, trying to shame them and call them out for their brute ways of claiming.