The Mute Wolf

Chapter 35

My mind raced with so many thoughts, so many questions. But mostly with 'how?'
"When I first met Irma, this was what it was like. The smell that overtakes ya and the feelin' of love and lust and need.." Tyson explained. He began to turn so we could start walking towards the town. I wasn't sure what to say to him. I wasn't even sure what to think. Everything seemed upside down all of a sudden. How was this even possible?

We were silent for a while, a few people nodding and greeting him, some making polite conversation. Before long, we arrived at a car, Tysons car and then we were all headed towards his house. If you could call it a house. My father sat in front and made conversation about the pack and how he was finding things still being new to it all. The car didn't take long to heat up and I wondered if it was because of us. The windows were starting to steam up and I tried to ignore it like it was nothing. Occasional glimpses in his rear view mirror at me sent my stomach into flip flop mode. My father cranked open his window and Tyson soon did the same. I wondered if my father could tell what was happening? He's been through this all before. Heck if I knew what was happening. Ares was locked up, but he was still my mate. I couldn't have another. And Tyson had his mate. So what was going on? Was this really what he said it was? That we are.. mates?

We pulled up to a large steel gate and Tyson entered a code that opened it. I looked up at the impressive manor as we drove in and already I could make out some changes.
"Are ya okay being here?" Tyson asked me as we were getting out of the car.
"Yeah, I'll be fine." I said with a faint smile. Truth was my mind was filled with far too much to even be worried about memories of Ares or when I was last here. Walking up to the grand front door I felt like I was walking on eggshells.
"You seem quiet." Zak pointed out and I just shrugged playfully hoping he wouldn't notice something was up.
"Ares brought her here against her will, Zak. Ember is going to feel mixed emotions about coming here." My father told him smiling at me and putting his hand on my back. More mixed emotions than you think daddio.

An older man opened the door for us and I recognised him from the last time I was here. He was a friendly old man, the butler I think? Or the doorman? I couldn't remember.
"Lovely to see you again miss." The old man politely bowed his head to me closing the door behind me. This place had changed. It hardly felt like the same
place I had been in before.
"Wow this place is stunning!" My fathers excited voice echoed slightly as he took in his surroundings. I second that. It was beautiful. Everything looked so shiny, clean and new.
"Please come through, take a seat." Tyson motioned for us to sit in the lounge. It was one of the nicest lounges I've ever seen in my life! Big comfy blue sofas sat in the middle of the large room and I plonked myself down on the end of one of the sofas making myself comfortable.
"Will Irma be joining us?" I asked Tyson bravely wondering where she might be. He looked a little blank for a second at my question, looking towards my father who then turned to me.
"Ember she passed away 3 months ago." My father told me. My mouth dropped open.
"What? How?! Why didn't you tell me?!" I started to raise my voice.
"It wasn't something you needed to know. It wasn't my news to tell.." My father trailed off.
"I can't believe you didn't think to tell me.." I crossed my arms irritated unable to believe he decided to keep something like that from me. Zak sat quietly unsure of what to say and just picked at his hands with his fingers.

So Tysons mate was... dead. I couldn't imagine how awful that had been for him. Or to suddenly smell me like he had smelt her.
"Eric should be here shortly, I'll get everyone a drink while we wait." Tyson left the room and I wondered if he was really okay. I got up after him and he stopped in the hall when he heard me behind him.
"I'm so sorry..." I choked out. It was all I could manage. I could tel he was still hurt by whatever happened. He looked so sad. Not like the happy Tyson I knew.
"I'm over the worst." He gave a half smile and nodded for me to follow him into the kitchen, which was even grander than the lounge.