My Say

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The door was white, no heavy inlays or carvings, just a simple white door with green ivy stenciled around the edges, "We meant to fill the middle with our name. Just never got around to finishing it." With a shrug, she steps into an airy and comfy room. "Make yourself comfortable, I'm going to find us some PJ's."

The pictures on the wall highlighted a happy life, there were shots of her with what I guessed was her family. Two adults holding hands smiling at three young men holding a young girl over their heads. The fun of that day practically jumped off the paper. Other photos were of wolves running as a pack, it too looked like a great day. I didn't see any sign that she hadn't had a good life. The thought depressed me a little, that feeling fed my pissed off attitude. Why should you care if she was happy? The thought drifted through my mind, I knew it was from my wolf. She had her life and you had yours, guess who's stronger for it. I hate that she is right, my attitude got me nowhere. I would need her to accomplish anything, and I mean to accomplish the impossible, break the bond and go my own way.

"I think these will fit. They belong to my sister, she left them. Don't know why, knowing her she just wanted new ones. She's a shop-a-holic, it's a good thing she's mated into a textile pack." She rambled on about her family and what they were up too. "I can't believe my mom is pregnant again, you'd think."

"What? How old are you?" She looked to be in her early 20's but those guys in the picture were at least 10 years older than her.

"One ten. Mom's around two thirty and dad's a couple hundred older. Dad found mom when she was on her first solo run. Tracked her down and mated her in wolf form before escorting her back to her pack and declaring her his." She sighs as if this is soooooo romantic. "They've been together ever since."

"And she was how old?" Setting on the edge of the couch twisting the PJ's in my hands.

"First solo runs are normally around 50." She heads into the kitchen area, "You hungry, sure you are, duh. How about pizza? I'll have Red call Geo. You had one of Geo's pizzas? He still has his place in town same as before the liberation." Her voice becomes muffled as she roots around in the fridge.

Geo? Papa Geo was/is a wolf? My brain hurt even more, if this broke my brain what would the information I needed really do to me?

"Tea or no?"

Throwing myself out of my head, "Southern Sweet Tea would be great."

"Is there any other kind?" Within moments a tall cold glass is thrust into my hands. "I remember, I guess it was 20 years ago or so. Red and I went to NYC on pack business. No one had Southern tea. It was revolting." She leaned back using her boobs as a table for the glass. "I will give you all the answers I can. Some of your questions, I don't honestly have the answers too. But a few I may know but can't give you due to Alpha's commands." She is drawing on her glass.

"Let me guess, the questions that have anything to do with Nick or my family?" Her nod is all I expected. "Alright", deep breath, "can you tell me how long I've been here?"

"No"

"Can you tell me what season it is?" Her head shoots up and she grins.

Standing up she opens french doors to show me a snowy earth. The cold doesn't bite as I step onto the balcony. "Last year I nearly lost all my toes, this year I don't think that will be a problem."

"Nope", she giggles, tossing handfuls of snow at me.

"Was I unconscious longer than one passing winter?"

"This is the only winter you have been here."

Alright, we'd headed out at the beginning of spring during the first thaw, it had been unseasonably warm last March. Before I could ask any more a call echoed from inside, "Lucy, I'm home."