I hated breaking this news to my precious girl. I had never had children of my own. I had lost my husband Tom in the war. He went to fight and he never came home to me. I couldn’t bring myself to be with someone else. I stayed in the home we had bought together. The house we planned to make our family home. Only it became my own lonely haven. A home on my own. Because after losing him I couldn’t imagine being with someone else.
So that meant we never had the future we had planned together. No children. So I enjoyed the children of my family. Spending time with them when I could. It was a true privilege to bring Violet up when her parents passed away. I never did understand where the rest of her family had gone to. All having fallen out with her parents, it appeared I was all she had left. But it gave me the joy of bringing up a child even if I was old at the time.
And bring me joy she has done. So much joy, so much happiness and so much proudness. She has never been any trouble really. Always such a sweet girl and always so willing to please. But I was made aware of this situation from the start. The moment I agreed to bring her up I was passed a sealed letter from a solicitor explaining everything to me, so I knew. I knew it all in depth and had never shared it with anyone else until now. Plus, I had been able to research, too in preparation, but I still knew what had to be done. But it never made me question my decision. This girl had needed me, and in truth I think I had needed her, so we had plodded on through her childhood years. Making memories together.
But, yes, I always knew this day would come. It just seems to have come around so quickly. I am not sure I am ready to let my girl go just yet, and by the look in her eyes, I am not sure she is understanding why this has to happen.
I can’t teach her the things she needs to know. If I could, then I would. I truly wish I could. I tried to research so I could, but I am just not able to. She needs to be with those like her. And I am not a shifter. That gene comes from her Daddy. Seeing the hurt in her eyes is hurting me. But I made this promise to them back then. It was in the papers for Violet if anything was to happen to her parents before she was of age. That these plans were followed. I have to follow the wishes of her family. That is what her Mum and Dad wanted for her. It is only right.
“I am sorry sweet girl, I really am. It is the wishes of your Mum and Dad. It was written down in plans for if something happened to them” I try to explain to her.
“And is this just so they can teach me about being a werewolf?” she looks to me, nerves all over her face.
“I assume so, sweetheart. I don’t know for sure. I need to reach out for the packs I have listed that your Dad’s family members were at” I tell her, explaining all the information that had been provided to me in the information from when her parents died.
She sits nodding. “So if I go, I can learn what I need and leave like my Dad?” she demands.
Oh goodness. I have no clue about this. This is not how packs work from what I gather. Is this not what got her Dad in trouble with his family? I don't want to give her false hopes. Or give her ideas that could get her in trouble.
“I don’t know, darling. Perhaps if you speak with them. Explain you would rather live alone away from pack, they may allow this. I don’t know how this works though. I don’t know how the packs work”, I tell her.
She frowns “I do not plan to stay in a pack, Aunt Della. I want to come back. I can come back, can’t I?” she looks to me.
“Darling, I am getting older, you have so much more to live for than being with me. You must go to a pack in the months before your 17th birthday. Because things will start to change soon after, and you must learn” I tell her all that I know.
“What pack is it? The one that my Dad left?!” she asks.
“I don’t actually know yet. I have to call around some. There is a list of contacts that were given to me when you moved in, that are packs where family members of your Dad lived. I will contact them in the hopes they will be more willing to help now than they were back when your parents had died.” I explain.
“And if they aren’t, then what?” Violet looks confused.
“Then I will have to speak to some of the Alphas I guess.” I say.
“Alphas?” she looks puzzled.
Hmmm seems she is completely clueless.
“Yeah, Alphas are the head wolves I guess. The ones in charge at the packs.”
“How do you know this, Aunt Della?” she is eyeing me questioningly.
“Well, I guess I researched a little. But not enough to be able to teach you. They won’t let me. You need someone who is a shifter too, hunni, so they can help you through it. But you know I will always be here for you”
I watch her wipe away a tear. I am dreading this.
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Dear Diary…
I can see that this is hurting Aunt D. and that makes me feel even sadder about the whole thing. I don’t think she wants me to leave. I don’t want to leave. But I don’t think we have a choice. I hate this. How can this be happening? I genuinely feel like I am dreaming and will wake up because it seems so far-fetched and crazy. It makes no sense. But Aunt D seems determined to make this work, make plans to get things in place for me, get help for me, so I know what to expect. Yet, in truth, I am terrified. Why did my Mum and Dad never tell me? Why could they not still be here? I feel so alone.
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Well, it seems the day is here. Aunt Della has been ringing around the werewolf packs that were linked to my Dad’s family. Who knew there were so many werewolf packs in the country that are not known about!And surprise surprise, my family yet again did not want to know. If you can call them family when they treat you like that. My Dad had certainly pissed off his family by deserting his pack. Even his death was not enough to allow forgiveness. Yet surely they would see it as him protecting his wife, would they not? She was being picked on, pushed out by the others in the pack because she was not the same as them, so he did what he felt he should to keep her safe. Surely that is an honourable thing to do, is it not?! I truly do not see why his family are so hard on my Dad’s choices. Or was there more to it than I knew?But as it turned out, there was an elderly aunt of my Dad’s at a werewolf camp a couple of hours away from Aunt Della’s house. Having spoken to my Aunt, she was willing
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“So, we getting this pizza or not?” I pouted at the guy in front of me. He was handsome in a goth warrior kind of way, I guess.“I did say we would, didn’t I? So come on, little miss happy, lets get to stepping. You going to smile though?” he smirks as he heads to the door.Cheeky bastard calling me little miss happy. I was happy, until they bloody well moved me here. Now I am having to spend time with a bunch of people I don’t even know. Do they even constitute as people when they are half wolves? Still, I best do as they need me to, learn what I need. Then I can get out of here quicker. Or at least that is the plan.But listening to what Tate said, it doesn’t sound like it is such a good thing at all. Though my Dad managed just fine for a long time. But he said he would teach me about it, so I can come to my own conclusion. I will be an adult soon enough. They would have to let me do as I please then, right? I still get to make my own choices, and have my own rights, don't I? Being
I didn’t mean to snap at her, but she was frustrating me. I know I can’t leave her having not eaten any dinner, so I go and grab some pizzas and then headed back to her room, hoping she was able to find her way back there herself earlier.I doubt I am someone she is wanting to see right about now, but I want to apologise and I want to make sure she eats. Plus, we need to talk a little at least. We need to get back onto an even footing. I won’t settle tonight knowing she is hating me. My wolf will not settle knowing his mate is angry at us. Even if she doesn’t even know we are her mate just yet. I know it and I can’t leave it.I tread heavily up the stairway toward her room. My stomach is churning with nerves. It is crazy that one girl, one she-wolf can make me feel like this without even realising she is doing it. I knock lightly at the door and stand and wait. The door is pulled back, Violet stands barely moving, her eyes glaring at me. Her eyes are beautiful, but I swear, if looks c
I cant even be angry at the guy after he has come back and brought me pizza. Especially when I guess I was maybe a bit of a bitch. The pizza was good too. Hearing the stuff he had to tell me about my Dad hurt, I cant lie, but I guess I am going to hear a lot of things I don’t really want to hear in the coming weeks. That is the whole point of me being here, right? All feels so surreal.Seems my Dad was not quite so innocent after all. Or that is assuming the information this guy is giving me is accurate. Though why he has reason to lie I don’t know. So it makes me think the information he tells me is true. Perhaps the information Aunt Della told me was her trying to be nice, trying to make my Dad sound like a good guy. Not wanting to ruin the memory I had of my Dad. This guy has no real reason to lie to me. Aunt Della did, I guess, but in a kind way. Trying to consider my feelings. Trying to keep my Dad a good guy in my mind and heart. Though it likely wasn't going to be for the best
I quickly left Violet’s room. I had to get away! Being that close to her had got awkward and quickly. It was easy to chat to her as we had been eating, just free chatting, laughing and joking. Then, as she was being sarcastic and I joked around, I don’t know what made me touch her. I poked her, teasing. Knowing the instant I did it, I shouldn’t have. She made eye contact and then I was lost. Completely gone. This mate bond is fucking crazy. Powerful stuff.I had been battling though to keep my wolf back, he seems to like being around her. Which I guess knowing it is his mate is only natural. But she has no idea. It is beyond frustrating. Not just with the fact she doesn’t know we are her mate, but the fact she has very little idea about mates full stop. And she seems to have very little interest in them either.I have to say I am a little worried. My fated mate is perfect, beautiful, that there is no doubt of. But it seems I have been fated with a mate that is not that keen on the ide
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