.Mate Problems.

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Ash's pov:

I was watching TV in the main house, it was where most of the vampires and the alpha's family lived, there was my great grandmother that was still around, my great uncles and great aunt with my great cousins, they were granny's siblings so yeah.

great aunt Ashley was granny's twin so I kind of know how she looks like but damn! they look young! they are only in their early 50s, as mom says granny had her young and she had me young so I guess it's not impossible.

I heard a knock on the door and walked over, opening it.

it was a blue haired lady.

"yes?"

"hello, can I come in?"

"first of all, tell me who you are"

"Ash, who is it?" I heard mom walking down the stairs before stopping as she noticed the lady.

"mom?" I asked, she ignored me and ran up to her, clinging to her in a big hug while I was a bit confused.

"what are you doing here?" she asked happily.

"I guess it was time to come back"

"mom?" I asked again.

"oh sorry sweet heart, this is you........... grandmother"

I stared at her in silence, she kind of looked different from great aunty, more muscles even at this age, no glasses and yeah.... now I can tell why mom and I have blue in our hair.

I did a 180° and walked away, out through the back door, I told you I didn't like her because of the sadness she put mom through.I walked silently through the forest until I came out in clearing where there was the pack's cemetery created after what we now called the great battle.

I plucked out two flower that was next to me, right next to a fallen tree trunk, two small purple wild flowers.

I sighed and walked passed graves stones, reading the names of the fallen, even the wolf that would attack the pack would be buried here but on the right side, the left side was for pack members...... like for example the wolf that killed my dad, his place was on the right.......

I stopped next to the two newest graves, grammy's and dad's, I only hate granny as I already told you, grammy sadly died in a lung cancer before I was old enough to remember her........ she died young.... she had mom at 17 years old because of granny, then mom had me at 24.... I was 6 when she passed away so at 46 and that means mom is now 42 because I'm 18....... it's sad to think she died so young without leaving me a single happy memory of her.... we do have a few pictures of her and a baby me but that's not the same.

and then there is dad, he was 28 when he died and mom was 29 so five years after granny left and grammy died, I was 11, there are still rogues around but they normally don't dare to attack the pack, it's huge, the biggest in the country, maybe the world, if not that will come soon.
but one day..... a medium group of around 30 rogues attacked, that was the last time I saw my father, he kissed mom and I goodbye before following the other fighters, I screamed and cried, not wanting him to leave........ I ran out after him and when caught up to me......... we saw him get cut down by a wolf....... mom completely broken down then and there while anger and hurt flared up in me, I ended up shifting earlier than anyone, at only 11, and then taking the wolf life, tears streaming down my face...... nothing could be done for dad, he died on the spot, throat ripped out.

I sniffled and noticed I was crying, I frowned a wiped away the tears in my sleeve but they didn't stop falling, silent sobs shaking my shoulders as I put one flower on each grave...... seven years......... seven years and it still hurts the same....... I want my father back....... I want him back....... dad (I started crying while writing this, oh jeez......well I'm a sensitive little thing so yeah)