My Dead Mate (On Hold)

Meeting his mom and dad

That same man from earlier, Dylan's dad, comes storming in, "What is the meaning of this!"

"Father, there's nothing you can do." Dylan says calmly.

"Why not!" He exclaims.

"She's under alpha protection."

"Why?"

"She was Jacob's mate."

"No."

"Yes."

"Then where is he?"

"Where have you been dad? The whole pack is talking about it, " he said with sadness, but his dad didn't notice the sadness. It's like I can read him the same way I read Jacob. I always knew what was going on through his mind. It was strange. I feel my eyes filling with tears.

"Where is he?"

"Dead"

"What?"

"Larry killed him."

"No."

"Dad, I'm sorry but it's true."

"Are you sure?" He asks looking at me.

"Yes." I whimper.

"Nooooooo!" He yells.

"I'm not wanted. I'll just leave." I say.

"No." He yells.

"I'm not wanted. I'll just leave." I say.

"No." Dylan says.

"But I'm a threat to your pack."

"I already told you, he can't hurt this pack."

"But..."

"No Erica and that's final."

"Why is she a threat?" His dad asks.

"She's not."

"Then why does she think that she is?"

"Larry's after her."

"Oh."

"Yep. So where's mom? I need to tell her about Jacob and introduce her to Erica."

"She's in her sewing room."

"Okay."

We walk up some steps into a room filled with many cloths. There's a woman sitting in a chair sewing clothes. She looks so much like Jacob that this has to be his mother. He often spoke kindly of her. I walk around the room looking at the clothes. This room is so much like the one Jacob made for me for my clothing designs. The lady looks up and asks' "Why hello, and who might you be?"

"Erica, miss." I reply.

"You're human?" she asks.

"Yes, miss."

"Please don't call me miss dear, call me Jane." I just shake my head.

"Dylan may I ask who she is?"

"Well, she was Jacob's mate."

"Was?"

"He was killed."

"What? By who?!" she ask with tears filling her eyes. My chest has this throbbing pain and my eyes start to fill with tears.

"Larry." I reply to her answer.