His Promise #Wattys2015

Chapter 7

I'm writing this via my phone so be very patient with me and spelling.

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"Is it really her?" The voice sounded worried and familiar.

"Eli you of all people should know. Even back when you were kids you had a pull to each other. Which is very rare." This voice was harder and sounded much older another male voice.

Rosemarys eyes were closed and yet she was conscious and awake listening very quietly. When she first met Eli his face was familiar to her. Then suddenly the turn of events that led her to be laying quietly listening to Thierry conversation camping flooding back to memory.

Sitting up suddenly her eyes open in shock caused Eli, his father and mother to watcher. Eli's mother sat at the end of the bed by her feet while Eli and his father stood at the door.

"Shh hunny your alright." The little old women smiled lightly patrig Rosemarys leg. Technically she wasnt old, but considering she was his mother....

Eli closed the distance between them and knelt by the bed. "Are you ok?"

She looked down at him, "what happened?"

"You kinda passed out as we spoke to you. Are you ok?" His eyes were worried as she nodded her head in response.

"Where are we?"

"My parents house....my mom's a historian and knows about all the pack family's I brought you here to help you find out who you are..."he trailed off on the last part as a small smile played at the end of his lips.

"Who I am..? I was adopted when I was 5 my step or adopted mother couldn't have children after my brother...I was hidden away for most of my lift till last night I finally got to see outside my bedroom window." She rubbed her temple as her head started to hurt, thinking back. That's all she could remember really was the family she had now and when she spelt dreams of a wonderful couple who loved her and the little boy in the picture Eli had showed her earlier.

"Hunny you don't remember anything before you were adopted?" Eli's mother asked her face frowned a bit.

Rosemary shook her head. "No mam."

"Oh sweet heart call me Andy...I was your mother's best friend you use to call me Anma."

Apon hearing her words rosemarys head begane to throb and her vision blurred and another scene was unfoled.

A younger version of Eli's mother stood chopping apples on the counter, as Rosemary tried to peer into of the counter to watch. The child was to small as she bounced and pulled up on the counter to see.

Giggling Andy watched the child. "What is it dear?"

"Anma I can't see! Up please!" and Andy bent down and put the child on the counter talking to her as she chopped more Apple's.

The vision dissipated and Rosemary was now facing a worried looking Eli.

"I'm sorry I'm fine...just."

"Just what Ru?" Eli whispered his had caressed the side of her face, and where he touched her toggled.

"Matthew bring me the pictures." Andy gestured to her husband, as he turned away and came back moments later with a box.

"I also brought the paperwork." He grunted...he seemed so serious.

Rosemary looked from Eli to his mother while still holding Eli's hands.

"I will show you, your family." She pulled out some photos. "This is me and Lorrie, she was and still will forever be my best friend, and here was her Mate Erick he was a handsome young fellow." A small growl came for Eli's father and Andy chuckled. "Ignore my husband, but these two people were your mother and father." She handed a couple photos to Rosemary.