His Wolf

Thirty

I could have laughed. I could have rolled on the floor, cried from laughing so hard. If it was anyone else who said. If it wasn't my Mates sanity on the line. So instead of laughing I narrowed my eyes and let my frustration show.

"Now is not the time to mess with me," my wolf was pushing for control, to make this sad excuse of a man finally submitted to us and get the answers that we seek.

"I'm not messing with you, son."

"Whitches are a myth, they don't exist."

It was Kara who spoke up this time, and I was slightly surprised to hear her voice. Thomas looked over with suprise on his face as well, before he masked it back down with his typical emotionless, yet anger filled mask.

I guess we both forgot that she was here.

"They exist miss, I can assure you of that. Rare, but they exist." It was the first time since my mom died that I had heard him sound so polite.

"How many?" When he looked back over at me, his eyes where hard and his jaw was set once again.

"One," the tension in my body doubled, "as far as I am aware of, there is only one left. It took me over a year to find her after what your uncle did."

I shook my head, trying to rid myself of the that day, "How did she help?"

Thomas went on to explain how once he found her, Cota was reluctant to help seeing as it might draw attention to her, she was afraid of being hunted and put down. He made a promise to tell anyone of she where to help him. If not he would tell, not only the supernatural world, but the human one as well. He blackmailed her with her very existence just so he could kill his brother in human form instead of just putting him down where he stood with my mothers blood dripping from his chin.

"How do we find her?" I cut off his rambling and earned a sharp glare for it.

"I can't tell you that," I felt frustration rise in me, but he rushed to explain before I could drive my fist in his face, "I promised that in extange for her help, I could keep her existence and location hidden.  She's under my protection."

Under his protection. I scoffed at the thought. Under his protection while he beat and abused his own daughter. I wanted to know how he could be so protective over someone he hardly knew, make a promise to keep them safe, and yet, could go home the same night and beat his ten year old daughter with the baseball bat he got me for my birthday that year, untill she passed out.

And then do it again ans again. All while protecting someone else.

I wanted to ask it. I wanted to scream it. I could practically feel the steam coming out of my ears the more that I thought about it.

But one glance at Max and her tensing posture, had me suppressing that rage for later when she wasn't around to feed off my violence. Glancing up at Kara, I found I wasn't the only one having an issue in keeping my anger in check. Hew wolf was almost on the surface, and I knew that she was thinking back to when we where kids; she was thinking of when it was still bad, before it got worse, the brusies that lined both mine and Lucy's skin. Hers always worse than mine. I couldn't protect her.

That last thought had the rage rushing back and shoved the words right off my tounge, "Like how protected us?"

It was low blow on my part. I knew that deep down he was truly sorry for what he did, that the shredded mate bond had altered some part of his brain.

But sorrys couldn't earse years of scares form my little sister body and mind.

He looked away from me and at his feet, either from shame or for show, I could not tell. He swallowed heavily before looking over at Kara and Max before meeting my gaze again.

"I can't tell you where she is, but I can contact her and try to convince her to help," he glanced back over at Max, who was licking her newly healed leg, her posture calm again and oblivious to the conversation, "but your mates case is different than that of your Uncles, it may not be as easy."

He looked back at me, but I was already up and moving in the direction of the door.

"Come back here when you have found her, untill than I don't want to see anywhere near the packhouse, or Lucy," I meet his glare as he stood from his seat. I could hear Max's whining from her place in the floor as the tension in the room seemed to grow in size.

His grey eyes where hard and darker than the ones my mother fell in love with. The ones that my own mirrored.

I waited for him to do something, say something. I felt my body stiffen, preparing its self for the on slaughter of words and the challenge that always seemed to always come from him. Instead, the good Lord gave me a blessing, and Thomas left without another word.

I stared after him, my eyes following the leathel movements that seemed to ooze from the muscles of his frame. I heard a frustrated huff from down beside my legs. Looking down, just above my waist, Max's ears where pulled back against her head, her hackles slightly raised before she looked up as me, her eyes seeming to filled with worry but lined with a hard, underlying warning.

A warning to not trust the man that just left.

Her cognitive thinking might currently be in question most days, but its the little things such as this that gives me hope.

I gave her a nod in understanding, and instantly, her defensive posture dropping and knowledgeable eyes losing all that she could not say. Her tongue rolled from her mouth as she stretched her head up to nudge my hand. I slightly and obliged to her wishes, scratching the top of her head as she closed her eyes in content.

"So now what?"

I didn't turn around at the sound of Karas question, but instead, kept my eyes on my mates. What now? That was the question wasnt it? There wasn't much we could do other than wait. Wait for Thomas to find this last and oy whitch that gose by the name Cota.

Wait and hope that she can and will help.

So that's what we will do.

Wait.

And pray.

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I am so sorry for the late update guys, summers are ways so crazy for me, so as an apology I went ahead and got chapter Twenty Nine and Thrirty for you guys, next chapter, things should get kicked up slightly I know things might be seeming kinda stale right now and I'm sorry for that, but I have had a great "floor plan" so to speak, of how and where this story is taking me.

So think you guys for sticking it with me, and God Bless you guys!!!