The meeting lasts about an hour during which we plan the ceremony that will introduce me to the pack as Reeves' mate and their new leader. After that Reeves and some of the higher up and older council members discuss treaties, I don't really care enough to have an opinion so I tune them out.
What I can't seem to tune out is the incessant chatter of some of the younger, female council members. They keep sneaking looks at Reeves from across the table and giving me glares that could kill. I hear snippets of their conversation, how I will never be good enough, how I am too much of an outcast, and how he should just reject me already.
With every word that leaves their mouths I can feel my rage increasing and I know that Reeves can feel it too. Even though we haven't completed the mate bond we can already feel some of the more intense emotions through the bond, though we can not yet share thoughts. He subtly nods his head to me, excusing me from the table. I stand up and quietly make my way out of the room, respectfully nodding to some of the elders.
As soon as I close the door behind me I take a deep breath and allow myself a few moments to collect myself, I hadn't even realized how set on edge I was by the amount of tension in that room. I realize that my stomach is growling in hunger but I couldn't find the kitchen if I tried. I begin to make my way toward Reeves' room, well I suppose its our room now, I decide I will just have him take me to the kitchen when he comes back.
I finally make my way through the maze of the house and open the door. I take a deep breath in breath in Reeves' scent, mint and pine. I feel my body realize and my thoughts ease as his scent fills my nose. I make my way over to my side of the bed and sit when something small and white catches my eye. I reach my hand over and gently pick it up, its a piece of parchment, the fancy type that you would see in a very expensive diary. As soon as I bring it closer I recognize the scrawl, the design on the edges, even the texture of the paper.
I inhale deeply as I try to subdue the shock and the tears I feel welling up in my eyes. The diary that this note came from belonged to my mother, there was no doubt in my mind. I've seen notes written to my father from before she left on this paper, it still smalls like the vanilla perfume she used to sport everywhere. But why is it here? Who could have possibly put it here?
I blink back the tears and focus my eyes on the tidy scrawl on the parchment.
Today I woke up and the house was silent, Della was not crying the way she does in the mornings. I ran to her room not to see my young daughter but instead a small, fuzzy lynx cub. Immediately I knew she was different. It was wrong. How could we have had a child that is so messed up? She takes the wrong form. She will never have a mate. She will never fit in. She will be a disgrace, a waste of space.
What have we ever done to the Gods? How could they have cursed us in such a way? Why did we of all people be given such a great burden. I cannot do this. I cannot stand to live in the house with such a vile disgusting creature. How she lived in me for 9 months and came out that way will never make sense to me. I cannot raise such a disgrace to this pack. I am leaing. I will not stay here. I refuse to be associated with sucha mistake. She will never be worthy of any love or attention, especially from me.
Sincerely, Vivianne
I set down the paper, feeling suddenly light headed. I reach my hands up to wipe the tears from my eyes when I see the words written in read marker on the back of the parchment.
YOU WILL NEVER DESERVE HIM OR HIS LOVE YOU DISGRACEFUL BITCH!
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