15. I'm Sorry

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Sethan:

My daughter tried to spike my orange juice with a laxative.

She'd made dinner when she'd gotten back from her friends house since my father had already left for his flight to locate Aiden and Daryl, and finish what I would've already done had he not demanded my audience. I'd killed witches who'd murdered approximately a hundred of innocent people in the last three years, if not more, and I'd somehow been wrong for not asking permission before ridding the earth from those abominations.

Instead I was stuck playing leader in my father's place, something I thought I'd enjoy but I was bugging out because of last night's events. Kaitlin had been in my dreams, beneath me, warm and with clear want in her eyes. There was no mistaking that look for anything but that. I'd been snapped awake by a blast of cold that raked through my link with her, and now could no longer feel her at all. The link had crumbled. I should be happy but I was convinced the events of my dream had been ruled, but when I saw her, she gave no indication. 

You had her by the throat, my wolf growled. 

Because of Maya, I defended. You were pissed too. 

I told you we were going to use our words, he argued. 

"And then you threw the vampire," I laughed but there was no humour in it. I'd seconded that decision. 

Kaitlin's eyes had been popping in my mind, both her light blue ones and nearly white ones when she was angry, and was one with her magic. It's potency had almost been enough to make me drink the orange juice.

Almost.

The laxative had been scentless but the way Maya tensed up when I joked about dinner being poisoned had snapped me out of it. I had been livid and only managed to demand more details out from her because her betrayal had hit deep.

I had been quick to leave and direct my anger at the witch.

Why was she a witch... Snap out of it, Seth. I growled to myself and continued pacing.

When my wolves that had been watching her told me where she was, I'd broken my phone. Again. I prayed it wasn't true and that she wasn't plotting against the pack with the vampires and fae but the vile she sold Maya was directly proof of that. When I'd gotten there and saw her about to kiss a parasite, my body reacted on it's own. My beast took over. He was angrier than I and this time I gave him reigns over me. 

I couldn't function. 

I shouldn't have thrown that blood whore... He looked fine with it then and didn't appear to take it personally but I knew it'd be temporary. 

I'd simply wanted him away from her. 

I regretted it as soon as she explained reason to me.

The rest clicked into place.

Maya wanted to escape with that scum she'd been torturing me by seeing. She'd bought a laxative to buy enough time to leave with him. She knew there were no other wolves besides me in the house to stop her. We were supposed to go watch that movie about the blond lawyer who likes to dress in too much pink. It would've been the perfect night. It had also been the first time she'd cooked for me since she'd first started learning. That had been years ago. Back before she first really started showing a real interest in boys.

That was around the time my stupid father caved and bought her make up. He even joined her to get his toes done while she got both a manicure and pedicure.

Where the hell is that damn witch?

Fight club, seriously? Does she have a death wish? 

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