The Mate

Chapter Thirty Six

While Melody and her mates were talking about what needed to be done there was some brewing still going on. Some planning was still going on. Deep thoughts to keep the secrets safe. To keep everyone at bay until the time was right. With his hands entwined with each other he sat back looking into the darkness.

He was waiting for his time to shine. He wanted to make sure that his timing was perfect. He needed to make sure that everyone was on board. He needed to make sure that his people were ready. He wanted to make sure that everyone was going to be able to make this work.

He had to make sure that he was going to have all his support. He knew that he had plenty of people to make this work but he didn't want anything to go askew. He needed this to work this time. He needed this to happen. He wasn't going to fail again.

"Look," someone said with a door opening. "You can't keep sitting in the dark like you're some weirdo." when the lights clicked on he grunted.

"Stop," he threw his hand over his eyes.

"Get up, now." the lady told him. "I've got supper on the table then you can come back in here and plot whatever it is."

Grumbling, the old man stood up. He could barely get up and walk any more. He grabbed his walker and began his walk to the kitchen table. He didn't know how this plan was going to work out but he was going to try to make sure his people knew.

As he grumbled sitting at the table the lady looked at him. "Will you stop planning and plotting whatever it is that you are trying to do?"

"I'll do whatever the hell I want to do."

"And look at where that got you the last time you tried to start a war. Look at where we are now."

"Well, we would've won if it wasn't for that damn son of yours."

"He is our son-"

"He isn't my son. If he was then he would've gone to battle with me and not fight against me."

"He didn't want the damn war. Now, shut up and eat your food." The woman demanded him.

He fussed under his breath as he ate the sandwich she made him. "I'm tired of eating damn sandwiches." he complained.

"I don't want to hear it. It's all your damn fault to begin with."

"Yeah whatever. Ethan still thinks that I'm dead, which is to my advantage."

"Leave our grandson alone. He is happy now. He has his mate. Leave him alone."

"Yeah, I'll leave him alone once I am able to get my pack back."

"No, I don't want to be Luna again. Mel and Ethan are happy."

"Yeah, but Ethan is hooked up with Alex. I don't want anyone to be with Ethan. I want my pack back." he spat with anger.

"No." she stood up and put her plate in the sink. "I don't want to hear anything else about it. If I hear one more word from you about this damn war you'll get one for sure. With me." She walked out the kitchen and left him at the table.

She was fed up with his obsession with war. He was about to lose her mind about it. If he didn't do anything in the first place they wouldn't be where they were now. She missed her home, she missed her family. She missed being able to get whatever it was that she wanted.

But now.

But now.

Now, she had to go out and hide everywhere she went. She was getting fed up with all the bullshit she was having to deal with. She didn't want this life any more. She didn't want to have to hide every time she went to the store. It was their son who was sending his mother money. It was their son who was keeping them alive.

She wanted to see her grandson. She wanted to meet her grandson's mate. She wanted to meet all the new members of the pack. She wanted her life back. Or what little bit there was left of it. She had had enough of this horrible life.

She packed a bag. She packed only a few items. Once she believed she had enough in her bag she walked into the kitchen where she knew he would still be.

"I'm leaving." she told him.

"Let me know when you get back." he mumbled.

"I'm not coming back." She stood firm in her decision.

"Where are you going?" he asked her.

"I don't know but I'm not staying here. I'm tired of telling you to stop this nonsense you're doing right now. I'm tired of it. If you didn't start this we wouldn't be here now. You're in your eighties. Grow up." she turned around. "This is going to hurt me as much as it's going to hurt you being away but we both need this."

When she turned to walk out the door he called after her but she kept going. She didn't stop, she kept walking out the door and to her car. She knew exactly where she was going. She was going home.

She was going home.

Home.

She missed everything about it. She missed the way the sun hit her face. She missed the way the air smelled. She missed the way the grass felt. She missed the birds chirping. She was ready to be free. She was almost eighty, she wanted to be home.

When she was almost home she felt a beautiful sensation over her. Chills sent through her body, she was ready to be home. When she saw the gates come to her view she smiled. Pulling up to the gate she rolled her window down.

"I'm here for Alpha Ethan." she stated.

"He isn't here. Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Ring him up." she demanded.

"Who is speaking?"

"Get him on the phone and I will speak to him." she smiled.

"Yes ma'am." The guard pulled his cell phone out and called Ethan.

"No, that will do for there." Ethan told a worker. They had already started on the framing for the new pack house. They were almost done and they would be able to put the walls up in the next few hours. He watched Melody use a hammer like it was a natural attachment.

Man, she was one sexy person. He smiled at her when she picked up the wall with the rest of the people. She pointed to something with her foot and another worker grabbed what she was looking for. When he heard his phone ring he grabbed it.

"Hello?"

"Alpha Ethan, this is guard Luis. I have a woman here who would like to speak with you. She does look very familiar."

"Okay."

"Hello." the voice was not who he thought it would be. "Ethan."

"Gran?" he asked.

"Yes." you could hear the joy in her voice. "Yes, it's Gran."

"What? How?" Ethan had to sit down on the ground.

"I need to talk to you. There's so much that needs to be said. But I need to talk to you urgently. How soon can I see you?"

"I uhh- I don't know. I've got my hands full right now. I'll- give me a few seconds."

Ethan found Melody and Alex and explained as quickly as he could what was going on.

"Wait-" Mel raised her hands. "Your Gran? As in the Gran who's mate attacked my pack?"

"Yes,"

Alex looked at Melody. She seemed a little on edge. "Okay, let's go."

"Us?" Ethan pointed to all three of them. She nodded her head. "Now?"

"Yeah," she nodded her head.

"Gran?" he asked. "Yeah, I can be there in about two hours. It will be pushing it but yea, two hours."

"I can't wait. Do you think that they will remember me?"

"Possibly, if you use that voice you always used on me."

Ethan hung up the phone and shoved it in his pocket. "I don't like you going." he told Melody.

"Oh well, I am." she kissed his cheek. "Let's go."