Tall Dark Stranger

Tall Drak Stranger- Chapter Twenty Two

I'm really really sorry for the long time I haven't updated. The schoolyear has been hell so far and trying to keep up my grades and my parents pressuring me into deciding what I want to study and where, I haven't really found the time to update. I'll try and update more often, and the fact that this story has over 10,000 reads is simply amazing. So, I hope you enjoy the next chapter. Please comment and vote.

My heart felt heavy as I looked from John to Morgan.

They were right. I needed to talk to my father. Maybe it wasn't the worlds best timing, but if I wanted to be able to lead this pack, if I wanted to remain focused, I needed to talk to my dad. Maybe to beg for forgiveness, maybe to find some closure, I didn;t know. What I did know was that my mind was all over the place and that I couldn't think straight.

Morgans words haunted me. My father had been broken he said. And I had done that to him. I had left him, knowing how devastated he had been at my moms passing. He had promised my mom at her deathbed that he'd protect me, keep me safe, instead of fading away at the loss of his mate like most werewolves did. And I had abandoned him. Left without any reasonable explanation. I had been gone for years, never looking back.

"Go" John said, looking at me with a look I couldn't quite decipher.

Sighing I started towards the door, glancing once over my shoulder to look at Morgan and John.

"Okay. I'll go. But I want you to call me if anything happens and I expect to be notified once the rest of the pack starts arriving" I said, trying to sound as strong as I wished I felt.

Once I was outside of the packhouse, my feet started carrying me towards my old house automatically. My mind was hazy, thought of my dad and Amalia running through my head. My feet felt heavy and my shoes seemed to be made out of lead. The closer I came to my childhood home, the heavier my heart felt. It was as If each step added another weight to my shoulders. What would I say? What would I do? Would my dad talk to me? Would he shut me out? Was there a chance he'd forgive me? Did I deserve to be forgiven?

That last question was the one that bothered me the most. I had left without giving my father a proper explanation, and I wasn't sure I would be able to give one now. I didn't want anyone to know about me and Cian. They could'nt find out. There was just too much at risk. He was the one who broke things off, but people would probably judge him anyways. Weres were keen on following rules, and for fullblood weres to be seeing one who hadn't found his/her mate yet was defenitely a no-go.

And I had something to lose now too.

I was now the Alpha of a huge pack, widow to Mason Bloodswell and a Beta to this very pack by bloodright. There was no way I'd want people to know the history between me and Cian. If there was even the slightest chance I would remain the Alpha of this pack I had to establish a strong position now. I'd have the support of Jasons old pack, and I was hoping for some of the members of my old pack to see that a change in leadership wasn't neccesarily a bad thing.

My mind drifting from one thought to the next, each one more disturbing than the last, I had failed to see that I had  already arrived at my destination. My eyes trailed from the wooden porch to the front door, which was slightly ajar.

That was odd.

Carefully I climbed the steps to the house where I grew up, memories of my mother coming to my mind, my fathers words sounding inn my ears as I looked up at the house. Taking a deep, calming breath I tried to focus, to concentrate, and then walked inside. Inside the house everything seemed to be exactly the same as when I had left. Somehow the house seemed lost, though, haunted even. It was as if it was empty, this feeling of nothingness lingering in the air, heavy and opressing. It was as if I was breathing under water, the whole ambience seemed frozen, remaining captured in time, as if waiting for me to return. There was this sadness that seemed to linger in the shadows, in the dust that gathered on every visible surface.