Finding Love

Friendship

It's been a week.

I returned to the library where Naisie was very helpful with looking up records and old newspaper articles. She also gave me some more background on the going's on that she heard about from her aunt and other people concerning my mom. I met with her aunt who told me a lot of the same story but with a few more pieces filled in.

Apparently, my mother's father was a controlling bastard who had everyone under his thumb. My uncle eventually overthrew him in a dominance battle - something I still didn't quite understand. He fled the country with some of his loyal pack mates and has never returned. Supposedly, my uncle keeps tabs on him through some secret military-type operation. I guess he doesn't trust him to stay gone.

Thing is when my mom left, she was stronger than my grandfather, but refused to be alpha because she was pregnant with me and she wanted to be with my dad. Alpha, I've discovered, indicates the head of the pack or leader and is usually the most dominant wolf.

The story goes that my dad was from a different pack from another country and was visiting. He saw my mom, his wolf side came out and they ended up claiming each other - soulmates. They were going to leave to lead his home pack, but something happened - no one knew what, not even Naisie's Auntie Alice. They both disappeared, I with them. After my uncle took over, my mom and Alicecstsrted writing each other. It was forwarded through an unknown source on Alice's side at least, so she never knew where my mother was.

Then Jake and Jasmine were part of the picture and it was too dangerous to continue with the upheaval in the pack as their father, Uncle Mason, took over.

When things had settled, she tried to get in touch again but received her letter back: Return to Sender.

I'm headed to Little Belle's now to get a light snack. I'm thinking strawberry and Nutella crepes - I haven't tried those yet but they sound delicious.

I turn the bend and almost stop. Jas is sitting outside the cafe, two cups of coffee in her hands.

She looks up, probably catching my scent, and watches me come towards her. Is she waiting for me? Why would she be waiting for me?

"Here," she says, thrusting one of the coffees out towards me. I come to halt in front of her. "I asked Harriet what your usual was and she said you'd gotten this one the most often. Caramel macchiato." Harriet was the girl who rang up and made my coffee every morning.

I blink at her, then look at the coffee.

"I'm trying to say sorry," she says, looking away from me.

I look at her. Okay then. I accept the coffee.

She lets out a breath of relief.

I look at her over the top of my coffee as I sip it.

She waits for me to swallow before saying, "Want to sit?"

"Sure," I reply back. Might as well see what else she wants to say.

"Great," she says and sits back down in the same chair as before. I take the one opposite her.

She looks down at her coffee, then glances up at me.

She takes a deep breath before saying, "I should have listened instead of jumping to conclusions. Asked for proof rather than immediately calling Derek in. I wasn't thinking straight and you called me on it. You were right. I was acting like a little princess who doesn't know how to think past her own feelings." She holds my gaze the entire time she speaks.