Fated

Chapter 23

(Thomas)

His wolf howled with anger and rage, which was not a good thing. Angry, snapping wolves don’t really have the title for being friendly. He pushed down on the gas and they were at his father’s house within ten minutes. Molly helped the girl inside while he cooled off.

‘Everyone at my father’s house, now.’ He growled through the pack link and he got several answering howls. He took a calming breath and entered the house.

“You want a snicker bar?” he heard Molly ask and he smiled as he walked into the kitchen.

“Not everybody wants or eats a snicker bar, Molly.” He told her and the girl giggled. Molly frowned at him and bit the snicker bar.

‘Screw you pal.’ She sneered into his head and he had to hold back a grin. He sat down across from Mary and she looked up at him. He saw her wolf come out a little and he smiled softly.

“Tell her I’m not going to hurt her. She’s safe here.” He told her and her eyes flashed amber.

“She says that, she trusts you. You are Alpha, so she trusts you.” She stuttered and Molly sat down next to him with an industrial size jar of pickles and two snicker bars. She slid one across the table to Mary and raised a brow. Uh oh, his wolf groaned and Thomas closed his eyes. This was a test, if Mary opened and ate the snicker , her wolf would accept her. But, however, if she didn’t… well, things could get really bad, really fast. Surprisingly Mary opened it and ate it as if it was the finest gourmet food. She’s eating like a starved wolf, his wolf growled threateningly.

“When was the last time you ate anything?” Molly asked and Mary swallowed nervously.          

“A-at the carnival, r-remember?” She stuttered and he growled low in his throat, making Molly slap his arm.

“Not helping anything.” She hissed and looked back to Mary.

“And before that?” Molly asked and Mary blanched, she tapped her finger on the table and her breathing quickened.

“Last week?” She said and winced when Molly gasped.

“They starved you?!” Molly screeched, her wolf howling in his mind.

“T-they said I-I was a m-monster. They d-didn’t want me to h-hurt anyone. So I-if I didn’t, I w-wasn’t a danger to a-anyone.” She explained, stuttering, tears coming to her eyes. As much as it angered him he couldn’t do anything about it, what was done was done. He couldn’t change her past, but he could help make her future a little brighter.

“You’re staying with us, tomorrow we’ll go into town and get you some clothes.” Molly told her and opened the pickles. They all sat in silence as Molly crunched her pickles.

“No arguments? Good, I’m changing your name too. All being done tomorrow.” Molly said and closed up her pickles.

“But wait. I like my name.” Mary said, her cute little lip quivering.

“It’ll be your middle name. I just don’t want those monsters able to find you.” Molly said softly and the girl nodded.

“Come here.” Molly whispered and Mary stood and walked over to her. He watched, in amazement, as Mary sat on Molly’s lap and put her nose in the crook of her neck. Her rigid body relaxed and she let out a sigh of contentment.

“You can pick your new name, if you want.” Molly whispered and Mary giggled lightly.

‘Guys, we need you all to come over.’ He whispered through the mind link and sent urgency. They were all there within ten minutes.