Bloody Paws

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

We made it to my grandmother's in a little under fifteen minutes. It took a hell of a lot of convincing to get Jack to keep going after I threw his phone out of the window. The only reason he didn't turn around is because we both knew my grandmother had some answers, but to what is what we didn't know. 

"I'm sorry, Jack. Darren just gets under my skin! He thinks he can boss me around and I don't play that at all. You know me!" I pleaded.

"Yeah I do know you but you need to understand Darren is an Alpha. He is use to giving orders and you are his mate now. He is just trying to keep you safe."

"Well he needs to learn I am my own person. I can take care of myself."

Jack just shook his head. "Let's just go inside okay? We can deal with Darren's anger later, which by the way may involve a lashing for me!"

My eyes bulged as I looked at Jack, "He wouldn't dare!"

Jack just glared and I really wondered if my stunt would get Jack in trouble. If so, Darren would get his own lashing from me. 

I got out of the car and we walked up to my grandmother's front door. Wind chimes covered the ceiling of the front porch, they swayed with the wind making a sweet song.

I glanced and Jack, he looked calm but I was worried. I haven't seen my grandmother in over a year but I needed to know what was going on. I just hope I could handle it.

I knocked and we both waited for her to answer. After a few moments I heard her call "Coming!". She opened the door, took one look at me and grabbed me, crushing me in a hug.

"Grace I have missed you!" she said.

"Hey Gran." I said.

She stepped back from me and looked at Jack.

"Well I was wondering when you were going to find them. Come in." She said and turned away back into the house.

I knew it!!!

We followed her into the house and into the livingroom that was directly to the right of the front door. She hadn't changed the house at all. It still had antique furniture from every corner of the earth, accented with a god awful Persian rug in the middle of the room. My grandmother was sitting in a chair, pouring three cups of tea.

"Come, sit." She gestured for us to sit on the couch across from her. I went and sat down and Jack stood behind me. I thought it was rude that he didn't sit but I blamed it on his furry instincts.

"What did you mean by 'find them'?" I asked.

"The wolves." she replied.

"How do you know that?" I questioned her. I knew this is what we needed, this is what we came for. 

"Because she is a witch." Jack spoke up.

I looked at my grandmother in disbelief as she extended a cup of tea towards me. Her face showed no emotion and that is when I lost it.

"What the fuck?" I cursed.