Wild Wolves

Chapter 22 - Family Union

Lydia

I can't believe that I just met my new, never-knew-existed grandfather, Draven and surprisingly the leader of the Wild Wolves clan.

I finally get a bath, get rid of the dirt and washed my wounds even they blistered. I wanted to change into new clothes but the only outfit they have is the medieval dress and it would look freaky if I ever ended up on the street again.

They treat me nice like a guest and sometimes I felt awkward by their occasional kindness and hospitality despite them are my enemies. That we had bad blood somewhere in between.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

I got out with the same outfit that I wore earlier and I saw my grandfather holding a scroll sitting on his desk while the other werewolves staring at me. It didn't make me nervous but in full of caution, they could make sudden moves if they ever intended to kill me.

"Why have you captured me?" I asked as soon he kept his eyes on me. "I wished our meeting could be more friendly but, I can't risk anyone or expose the Wild Wolves dent. I hope you know that I mean no harm" he explained and I was dazed by his politeness.

Didn't he know that I was the one who killed a member of his pack? That I was one of his sworn enemies? Why he acting so nice towards me, it's very suspicious.

"Is it true you are my grandfather?" I asked him and soon he let out an exasperation sigh and put the scroll on the table. "Yes, believe it or not. I am your grandfather". There are too many furry creatures around me and I flickered a switch of terror. They snarled and growled deeply in the chest like I was a chicken that they been drooling over.

I clutched my hand into a fist, so tight that I sank my nails into my palm. I gave them the deadliest glare. I standing upright and in defence position, more force on my feet so I won't easily fall.

Don't you dare...

They getting closer each time and their odour, godawful dog smell filled my nostrils and ached my head. Their hatred and killing instinct aura, predatory gaze and deadly features almost shook the earth beneath me. Tension drew between the air and I could feel the space shrunk as they surrounded me like vultures.

"Leave us!" Draven half-yell ordered, stern and final like an Alpha and it managed to make the werewolves backed away slowly and left us alone.

"I apologise for this unusual stare from my pack. They don't often receive a guest, especially to someone who related to our enemy", he spoke softly.

" I'm always the enemy. Don't bother"

"That's because you don't know the truth, my dear," he said and under his voice had a deeper meaning of something he wouldn't prefer to talk about. Grief and sadness drew across his face and he just looked through my eyes and I could feel the strong connection of familiarity between us.

"I know you don't deserve to live like this. I wished your life could be better, and you're not ready to face the truth. But I can't let you live with the culprit who killed your mother..." That word was like a thousand radiant arrows that cleaved my heart, the world stopped and my eyes widened with shock and disbelief.

God, it can't be...this can't be happening

"What do you mean?" I said as I fell on my knees. Tears streaming down my eyes and my voice was heartbreaking.
"Yes," Draven walked to me and helped me get up with my arm.

"I know, the truth is hard to bear. Your mother was a half human-werewolf. Her name is Isabelle Caroline Llewellyn, my daughter, your mother" he leads me to a place of worship. There's a picture of my mom, roses, candles, and a few personal things.