Anything for our Lord

~ Chapter 12 ~

On the book shelve stood a book about Babylon. I remembered that Alexander was turned there. If my thoughts linked everything together correctly then I thought that maybe there was something about Alexander in it. Quickly I took it from the book shelve and let myself fall into the armchair. I started to read about Babylon's history and added notes to everything I read. When it became the next day/night, I found something about an Alexander. It was Alexander the Great. He was born in Pella which lays in Greece. All the information about him fitted perfectly to the information I had received from Lord Ambrose. I tried to find everything out about his life before he was turned. That was the moment I found the names from his wife and son that were killed. It was true that his own men killed his son which I found rather brutal. I stopped reading since I felt myself getting closer and closer to just cry all day long. After a few minutes of just sitting in silence, I decided that I should take a walk around in my wolf form. When I went outside, I saw my mother getting undressed I walked towards her and asked, "What are you doing?" She answered, "Just taking my clothes off. I do not want them to get damaged. They cost me enough and only in emergencies I would even dare to think of ruining them." I asked, "Are you going to take a stroll around? And if yes, would you mind me joining you?" She looked at me confused and answered, "Yes, I will and you should get undressed already." While I unclothed myself, she saw the bite marks that were all over my body. She asked, "Oh love? Did you get a cute vampire girl to sleep with you?" I answered, "No. It was a hot vampire guy. Quite an attractive man. Oh, and he tried to be careful with my body, which I appreciate." She laughed, You have to introduce him to me some day. Then I can tell him how my love should treated. " I replied, "Oh. I asked for all of them." She giggled, "I am quite sure you did and I am also quite sure that he liked giving you them. Especially down in your private areas." I quickly hid them and asked ashamed, "Mother! Where are you looking?" She laughed it off, "A moment ago you seemed to be very proud of them but when I notice them, than the baby is suddenly embarrassed. For your information. There is nothing that I have not seen already. Now turn already." With that she turned and shortly after I turned. The wolf form of my mother was a beautiful one. Her fur was a dark chocolate brown and her eyes were a bright amber colour. They were shinning even in the shadows. We walked around for a while till we came to a small lake. As soon as we saw it, we raced towards it. I was much faster than her and the first one in the water. She looked at me as if she was telling me, "You know that I am much older than you and can not run as fast you." I gave a look to say sorry, when she just jumped me. We playfully fought and got us successfully completely wet. After a few minutes of fighting I noticed another wolf on the shores of the lake. It had raven black fur and sapphire blue eyes. My mother also started to look in the direction when she noticed that I was distracted and in that moment the wolf laid down on the shores. We both knew that it was my father. He was always a few metres behind my mother just to make sure she was safe. We both gave us a look and ran towards him. When we arrived at him, we jumped at him. He just looked annoyed but let us do our thing. My mother got a little annoyed at him for not reacting so much and notched him. He put his head against her before turning into his human form. We did the same. My father raised his hand immediately for my mother to calm down without saying anything before starting to talk himself, "You two could have stayed in the waters. I was just looking out for the two of you." My mother responded, "You could also just have joined us. I would have loved to play with you." My father replied, "Next time." she did not like that respond and kicked him in his private area. He asked hurt, "Why would you do that?" She angrily answered, "I hate when you do stuff like this. I want to do something with you and I can beg all I want, but you still say next time AND the next time you STILL say next time!" He apologized, "I am sorry, tesoro." She walked away and turned into her wolf form. I asked, "Are you still fighting about that?" He nodded and went after her in his wolf form. I decided to just let them be alone and went on my own stroll in my wolf form. After a while I arrived back at my clothes. Quickly I changed back and put my clothes back on. I did not want anyone else to see the marks. It was a wonder that my father had not noticed them at all. The more I thought about it I came to the conclusion that he did notice them but chose to ignore them. As soon as I walked inside I asked by one of the servants if I would like some tea and some biscuits. I declined quickly before returning to my room. After I arrived there I decided to change into the clothes that my father chose for me. I knew that he had to be the one or else I would wear something far uglier and without the family sigle. My father was very proud of his name. He not only made a name for himself as a werewolf but he was a Scottish royal. Lord Ambrose and my father could exchange stories about being royals. The only difference would be that my father never became a king. He was only a prince when he was turned. His brother was the king though. My father was turned by a knight that belonged to his brother after he was injured in a war. He never wanted to be turned but his brother did not want to lose him so quickly. His brother was never turned himself because he thought that it would be the cruellest fate a person could suffer but he thought that already when he ordered for my father to be turned. All historical records of my father were destroyed shortly after he was turned. For some reason did my father never hate his brother. It was rather the opposite. He loved his brother. The immortality was not for everyone. If Maximillian or I had to choose for each other, we would have probably let each other be turned but would have also let ourselves be turned. Somehow my thought spiralled down into a very dark path. In the end I ended up crying to the thought of Maximillian letting me die. After a few hours of crying to myself my mother came in. As soon as she saw me her facial expression changed into being worried. Quickly she came towards me and stared hugging me. Then she asked, "What is wrong, love?" I muttered, "Everything." She replied, "You have to be more particular, love." I explained, "So first I started to cry on the thought of Maximillian just letting me die and then I thought about Lord Ambrose again and got even sadder. What if he never returns?" My mother comforted me, "I am quite sure that he will and when he comes, you will jump at him and- forget it. You two will live a happy ever after." I asked, "Do you think that he will return soon?" She answered, "Maybe. It depends on how fast he can be done with the business that he has been dealing with." We stayed cuddling for a couple of hours till we heard my father search for my mother. She screamed, "In here, Nolan!" Quickly he came in and got just as fast worried about me. He asked, "What is wrong with him?" My mother answered, "He is lovesick, Nolan." My father asked, "Did someone break his heart? If yes, where do they life?" My mother answered, "No, Nolan. He is missing the person he loves." He asked, "And where are they? And what is the fastest way to them?" I started to feel warm around my heart. My mother answered, "They are away since they are dealing with some business, and we can NOT go after them. We received a letter to keep Sebastian save until they return. You got the letter too! We read it together!" Just a quick 'oh' left the mouth of my father. My parents cared dearly about every single child of theirs, which included me. This was one of the examples of where their love for their children showed.