The Golden Prodigies

Chapter 29

Everyone in the comments thanks me for this story and for WAM, but honestly, there would be no story without the support of my readers. Without whoever is reading this, I probably wouldn't have made it this far. Writing is my hobby, passion, and hopefully a career. It's such a special feeling to share it with strangers from all over the world, and help you to connect through one story, no matter who you are! Thank you for your unconditional love, you'll always have mine.

- Sian

"What?" Anthony said with raised eyebrows, showing an expression similar to Hunter's when he realised Sam and William connected a bond. "Seriously? Couldn't it have happened sooner? Then that little witch he was dating wouldn't have got him shot in the leg."

"That happened for a reason," a familiar voice said from the doorway.

"Hey, Nan!" Hunter rushed to take a suitcase from her grip, then crouched to hug her.

"My handsome grandson," she beamed, kissing his cheek and rubbing his back. "Where's my other grandson?" She motioned for Jacota to join their embrace. "You may still be shy, but a hug from nana Flora will do you no harm, you know that by now," she muffled against the God's shoulder.

"What're you doing here?" Anthony asked, in the kindest way possible.

"Well, Margo told me about what happened to poor William, so I am here to offer any support," she said while Alfred appeared behind her, dragging a big yellow and pink spotted suitcase on wheels.

"How long are you staying?" Anthony said, seeing how large the bags were.

"As long as you need us." Flora looked around, eyeing the tire marks in the grass.

"It's chilly," Alfred said, rubbing his hands together. "You should get those windows fixed very soon. It's forecast to snow again tonight, and the temperature will drop for sure."

"They'll be fixed by this evening," Anthony said, zipping up his coat, standing behind Margo, and stuffing his hands into her pockets. "It's important to keep the house warm. It won't help William if he's shivering up there, and he's human, so he'll feel the cold more than us. Though it is cold, isn't it?"

Everyone nodded in agreement, while Veronica focused on what the old lady had said.

"What did you mean when you said it happened for a reason?" the demon questioned, not feeling the harsh air at all. Demon's and angels are numb to any types of weather.

"You see, a werewolf who is not an Alpha wolf is not guaranteed to find a mate. Lunar love will only provide them with that luxury if they prove themselves as worthy. Sam proved himself years ago when he risked his life to help Hunter, who was betrayed by his Omegas." She saw her grandson cringe at the memory. "It was then William's turn to prove himself, and he did by risking his life for Sam."

Scott handed her a cup of tea, and Alfred helped her onto the stool.

"Do you think it was Beth who was behind the shooting?" Alfred asked.

"I do, and Scott's Beta wolf Flynn found out that her father was the one who shot at the house, and he was also William's old college friend."

"He killed his own daughter?"

"She was telling Will that they had to go, and it wasn't safe for him to be in the house. This was only a minute before it happened," Jacota said, fidgeting with his sleeve as he thought about why he reacted so slowly. He should've used his telekinesis to stop the bullets, or at least push the gun from the man's hand.