They stopped beside Alger and Camille's car. Damon was two meters away from Alger.
Before Alger got in the car, he hesitated. He turned to look at Damon and said, "Beta Damon, we failed to raise that bitch properly. All the things that happened to Gabrielle were because of her. I'm so sorry, Beta Damon."
Gloria would be sad if she were here as well. She hadn't even confessed yet, and her father had already done it for her.
Damon's expressionless face was as serious as ever. He said indifferently, "Gabrielle has been dead for three years, and I've come to terms with that. As for Miss Carter's mistake, Miss Carter will pay for it herself, and it has nothing to do with you, Alpha Alger, and Luna Camille. I may be Gabrielle's brother, but I'm also the Beta of the Black Thorn Pack. I can distinguish between right and wrong. Alpha Alger, I heard that you went to the Elders this morning. You announced that you had disowned Miss Carter as your daughter and banished her from the Silver Spring Pack once and for all."
"Beta Damon, what you said made me feel more guilty. Gloria can no longer stay with my pack. The Silver Spring Pack can't withstand another blow. Beta Damon, if it makes you feel better, I will not regret doing such a cruel thing."
A smile finally appeared on Damon's stern face. He smiled and said, "It's getting late, Alpha Alger, Luna Camille. Bye."
As Alger's car drove out of the Black Thorn Pack, Damon turned and headed back.
He returned to Patrick's place, went up to the second floor, and said to Patrick, "Alpha Patrick, they are gone."
"OK." Patrick was holding the gift that Alger had given him. He held the dagger in front of his eyes and looked at it with a hint of mockery in his eyes. Then he raised his hand and threw the gift at Damon's feet. He said, "Toss it away."
"Yes, Alpha Patrick." When Damon bent down to pick up the gift from the ground, he heard Patrick's voice again.
Patrick said, "I asked you to find out what happened to that woman in prison. Did you find out about it?"
There was an undetectable quiver in Damon's bent waist. His eyes flickered, yet the light vanished in a second. "Alpha Patrick, you mean Miss Carter, right?" he replied.
Damon picked up the gift on the ground and stood up straight. "Miss Carter was very proud after she was put in the werewolf prison, making some of the prisoners hate her. Inevitably, she suffered."
Patrick frowned slightly and said, "What happened to her wolf?"
Patrick knew that the werewolf prison was full of rogues and that they could be violent. They were in prison after all, so fighting happened sometimes. However, what did they do to make her lose her wolf?
"There was a misunderstanding," Damon said seriously. "Miss Carter was unlucky. One of the inmates was a rogue from another area, and her rogue blood made her very unstable. She shifted when she was beating Miss Carter, and Miss Carter had been poisoned with werewolf venom, so she couldn't shift. It was an unexpected event."
As soon as Damon finished speaking, he looked up and saw Patrick looking at him with a half smile. Damon's face was still expressionless, but he was a little nervous.
He continued, "Alpha Patrick, Miss Carter is indeed very miserable. Although I hate Miss Carter's guts, Miss Carter is still Gabrielle's best friend. No matter how much I hate Miss Carter, I will not hide any information from you."
He was saying that those things he had just told Patrick were all he got. However, he couldn't verify the authenticity of the information.
Patrick narrowed his eyes. He was deep in thought. 'Indeed. Three years ago, Gloria was nothing but proud. Such a great comparison might be too much for her. Being tossed into prison all of a sudden might devastate her. It makes sense.'
He recalled what Gloria had said that day. Without knowing his attitude, no one dared to lay their hands on her.
He realized that he was to be blamed for what she had become.
He waved his hand at Damon. "You may leave."
Damon hesitated for a moment.
Patrick said, "If you have something to say, just say it."
Damon nodded his head and said, "Alpha Patrick, I hear Miss Carter works at Fittro Club."
Patrick was sitting on the sofa, and his cold gaze fell on Damon's face, making Damon's heart race. A cold sweat broke out on his forehead. In the next second, Patrick looked away.
"Beta Damon, you have heard plenty of things," Patrick said calmly.
His casual words made Damon tense up again. He quickly explained, "No, it's not like that. Alpha Patrick, I just..."
"I understand. You kept an eye on the murderer who killed your sister. However, Damon, you are the Beta of the Black Thorn Pack. When was the last time you took part in a patrol? You have been the pack's Beta when my father was still the Alpha. For me, you aren't irreplaceable."
Patrick's voice, which carried a faint warning, made Damon's heart skip a beat. He quickly said, "Alpha Patrick, you are right. I know what to do."
"Alright. You may go." Patrick was warning Damon not to interfere with the matter after Gloria was released from prison. If Damon did, and Patrick found out about it, things would not end up well for Damon.
Damon walked out of the bedroom while holding Alger's gift in his hand. The veins on the backs of his hands bulged, and he couldn't help but grit his teeth.
He thought, 'Gabrielle is dead, and that bitch only got three years in jail!
She lost her wolf. So what? She is still alive, isn't she?
Gabrielle lost her life! I can't let Gloria get away so easily.'
Damon was looking for opportunities. However, Patrick seldom went to Fittro Club these days. He had been staying in his office in the Black Thorn Pack.
"Why haven't you been to Fittro Club lately?" Sean sat on Patrick's desk, not caring about his image at all.
Stewart chuckled. "Why, Sean? What are you expecting?"
Sean rolled his eyes at Stewart and thought, 'I have my reasons. A lot of things have happened. You haven't been to Fittro Club lately, so you have no idea.'