Daryn looked up at Dawn with a frown. "Father has the details about the investigation you had asked him about."

"Nice! I will get ready in twenty minutes and join you for breakfast," said Dawn and hopped out of the bed. "Ouch!" her face twisted with pain.

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Daryn rushed to her. "Don't get up." He bit his lip.

Dawn could sense that he was regretting a lot ever since his wolf had tried to come out of his control. But she had heard earlier that this was something that Alpha werewolf was born with. His wolf was very strong, very powerful and in matters of mate, it often lost control of his human form.

She smiled and said, "It's fine darling. I will also heal up soon." He really thought of her as a fragile doll.

"Don't move Dawn. I am going to get food for you over here."

And this was another problem. The werewolves loved to feed their females. It was an obsession with them.

"No!" she snapped. "I will be dressed in twenty, and will join you for breakfast." She cupped his face again and stared into his eyes, "Don't worry darling. I don't regret a single thing you did to me." She had to appease his wolf.

Daryn took a deep breath. He leaned his face in her hand and said, "I am going to exercise more control."

Half an hour later when he had ensured that his wife was well fed, they were on their way to the office.

"As expected, it was Helena who came after me," said Dawn as she removed a speck of dust from her white coat. She had tied her hair in a ponytail and was wearing one of the silk shirts that Daryn had ordered lavishly for her. Ever since she had come, she hadn't repeated a dress or sandals. It was something she loved. It was as if she was back at her father's home.

"But I am sure that it was Lily who had asked Helena," Daryn suggested. "And I am also sure that this was a premeditated attack." Then he looked at her and said, "Neal has sent you the report regarding drugging of Cole. Why don't you go to the police with that? Lily is going to serve a long time in prison for that."

Dawn chuckled. "No Daryn, that would be an easy punishment for her. I want to make her life a living hell." She gritted her teeth. "In the jail she is going to be safe. But I want to make her feel threatened at every step she takes. Danger is going to reverberate inside her mind every minute of her life." Dawn's expressions were dark and unfathomable.

Daryn placed his hand on her thigh and said, "Don't lose yourself in revenge baby."

"No dear, I won't," she said as she stroked his hand with her thumb.

Little did she know that the organization to which the assassins belonged was completely destroyed by Daryn's men. Not a single member of that organization survived their attack. It was a message to her to not mess with the Silvers.

Helena was rattled from the inside. When Jason informed her that none of the members were alive, she couldn't sleep that night. It only meant that Daryn knew who was behind the attack and she was scared of her life. But then she had the trump card in her hand. She had created a space for herself in this family and she wouldn't let it go so easily.

Soon they reached Dawn's office and kissed a goodbye. When Dawn reached her room, she found that Hans Müller was waiting for her.

"Hello, Hans! What have we got today?" she asked as she flung her purse on the couch and perched her hips on the office table.

"The Starfish Refineries' another scandal," he replied with a gleam in his eyes.

"And what is that?" Dawn frowned.

"There's a rift between two Vice Presidents of the Company. David McDow is siding with the other VP and this has incensed Anne because she is one of those two VPs." He handed her a manila envelope.

She opened it and pulled out a set of photographs. Her mouth fell to the ground. Quickly she shoved those photos in the envelope and looked at him. Her face was pink with excitement. She gulped and then a smile came to her face. Her skin lined with goose bumps. This was epic.

"Thanks Hans," she said. "You may leave."

Dawn sat down on her chair, switched on the computer and wrote down a lengthy article complete with graphs and charts. When she was finished, she wrote an email to Daniel Hughes.

[Dear Daniel,

How are you? I am sending you an article regarding investments in the Oil and Gas Sector. Would you be able to publish it in your newspaper?

It is attached. It is pretty long, so if you like, you may trim it. Though that would kill the essence of it.

Warm Regards,

Dawn Wyatt]

The other Vice President whom David McDow had sided with was Ms. Rose, who was shunted by Anne to a different department. But what went deeper was even more scandalous.

She became busy with other jobs at the office. During lunch she called Cole to know how he was doing.

Cole had occupied the room below them right next to Gayle's and there wasn't a day when the two never caught up in the evening. For Gayle, he was Luke's child – the man who was murdered because of one mistake from him. He trusted Helena. Gayle had come to love Dawn and Cole so much that he feared that Helena might reveal it to them and twist the truth in her favor. He dreaded that day.

Dawn smiled when Cole said, "Why is there so much security around me?"

"So that Lily doesn't take you away."

"Dawn, I can't wait to punch her face."

"Neither can I," she chuckled.

There was a silence and then he said, "I want to go out for dinner tonight. Have a pizza or authentic Italian food."

"Not a bad idea," she said. "How about 8pm?" Dawn knew that Cole was upset over many things. She wanted to talk to him about his feelings. He was about to turn sixteen in two months and he hadn't brought a single girlfriend home. He was a handsome dude and she was sure that girls even fan-girled around him. Over time, she doubted his sexual orientation but she had to talk it out to him.

"Sure!" he said excitedly. "But I want only you with me. Don't tag Daryn along."

Dawn laughed. "Hey that comes with me for free. But I am sure he will understand."

"Okay! Then 8 it is!" He disconnected the call.

Dawn shook her head. There were moments when Cole just needed someone close to him to speak to, and she was his closest family member.

She was eating her lunch when another call came. "Baby, you need to see the wedding gowns! I will come to pick you up in an hour."

Dawn lowered her head. Two weeks were left for the wedding and even though Gayle was taking care of most of the stuff, there were things, which only she had to do. She huffed. "Okay," she drawled.

As soon as she resumed eating, a ping on her phone came.

[I will publish this article today evening.]