Commanded by the Alpha

20: A Detrimental Decision Was Made

"Allison, may I speak with you for a moment?" I'm surprised to see Lance, of all people, stood behind me with a smile as I ungraciously shove a piece of toast in my mouth.

"Sure!" I muffle, probably spitting crumbs everywhere.

He leads us away from the kitchen into the library the other side of the house. He shuts the door behind us and follows me to a table. I sit awkwardly across from him, now that there's silence.

"Allison," Lance sighs, sitting straight in his chair compared to my lazed posture. "I know about what happened."

I frown, honestly confused. "What are you talking about?"

Lance glances at me sharply, trying to read my expression. "How you were sent away as a baby, raised by another woman."

I swallow the sudden lump in my throat. "Well I shouldn't think that is any of your business to address, no disrespect." I turn away, focusing on the bland worn books lining the grand library's walls.

He sighs again, the chair creaking as he shifts uncomfortably. "My apologies, no it's none of my business. Although, as a close friend of your father's, I am obliged to tell you that he is a good man."

I stare at him incredulously. "I know that, he's my father."

Lances shakes his head with a small chuckle. "I mean, look past for a moment that he is your father, and see the man he is."

I shrug, unsure of what it was he wanted exactly from me in response. "He's just the same. Pardon my bluntness, but where exactly are you going with this?"

Lance stands from his chair frustrated. "Just listen for a moment, will you?" His tone has risen in both pitch and roughness, although not harsh.

I nod my head silently, sinking back again into the chair.

"A few months after you were born there was a rogue attack. Every pack from the surrounding area had the same suspicions that something was going to happen weeks before," Lance pauses to glance at me momentarily, before continuing, "and we all were struggling to prepare for battle. Your father had a much larger issue to withstand however. You."

I frown, although stay silent and wait for him to continue on.

"He contemplated over and over how to keep you safe, how he was to ensure you wouldn't be found by the rogues, if something were to have happened." Lance leans against one of the shelves, his eyes cold. "You see, Allison. Rogues are savage, revenge-hungry beings who won't stop at anything. If they were to have heard word of your birth, you would've undoubtably been under a lot of danger."

I nod again, my father had once told me rogues were wolves gone stray, kicked out and banished from their pack. As I've also been told, a stray wolf instinctively becomes savage as a means to protect itself if any threat should occur.

Lance clears his throat and proceeds. "So your father did what none of us could have done, and he sent you away. You were young enough to be able to grow up without knowing about us, about werewolves." Now Lances sits back down across from me, his hands interlocking on the table. "Your mother was so against the idea, and rightfully so, you are her daughter. She had you on close guard, taking you everywhere with her. She was adamant on letting you stay."

Lances pauses to think, leaving a long silence between us. What Lance was sharing with me was in much greater detail to what my father had told me. Of course, he had told me about the rogues and why I was sent away, but not in the way Lance was portraying the story. He was educating me on the harshness of the situation, and the decisions made in the lead up to my departure. Something my father seemed to have missed out.