Her Rogue

6. Grandma

Back to the story, it was 6 am, and I was trying to make contact with my grandma. Margot was already awake and was glaring at me since I told her that I haven't called my grandma.

Margot was my surrogate mother, at first she would be the one who took care of me after my parents' death. During the few months after the last attack, I was a wreck. I was only 14 and it was awful. 

I would drink, sleep, and cry. It was an awful pity party and grief.

My grandmother was occupied with all the problems that happen when your pack is attacked. She had meetings after meeting, with different law enforcement, political figures, and other pack Alphas that were there to help trap my uncle. 

He was now wanted for mass murder, kidnapping, treacheries, and lots of other national and federal offenses. Wanted in every corner of South America.

She is with my aunt Victrix and Julian, on a work trip. 

The last time I talked to her, they were in Phuket, Thailand. 

You know, just enjoying her retirement. My uncles are with her because my aunt is working as a representative of the Blood Crest as an attorney for less developed countries. Because even though we weren't open to the rest of the world, we would still do the neighborly thing and help the needy.

After my parents' death, she helped me around with everything, until I was 16, I could handle myself and she got tired of her position, she needed a break. I can understand the need to stay away, I would too if I wasn't an Alpha.

I rang Julian three times before he finally answers.

"Well, hello my dear niece! How are you, yer little minx?" He said in a cheery but tired voice, slurring a little, his Scottish accent still strong after all these years. By the looks of it, I have waked him up.

"Hey uncle Jule, how are you? Did I wake you up?" I said trying not to laugh. His red fiery hair was all over the place.

"Yeah, yer did, kid, but it's all right," He moves around to get more comfortable 

"So who did you wanna talk to? Your grandma or your aunt?" He knows me all too well.

"Who said I wanted to talk to them? Couldn't I only speak with you?"

"Sweetheart, for a decade you've been calling this phone just to talk to your grandma or your aunt," He says laughing. 

He was really a great guy, he is 6'5", with red hair and blue eyes, always wearing jeans and a colorful shirt, like the stereotype tourist. 

He didn't know about werewolves, until a year of relationship with Victrice (he found her naked in the forest shifting to a wolf). He took it very well.

"Who is it, baby?" I hear my aunt's voice, off-camera, she sounds tired.

"It's Angel," Julian hollers back, winking at me, making me laugh. My aunt adores us, she and Julian can't have children, so she spoils me, Morgan, James, and Aliénor. 

So every time we call, or they call us, Victrice becomes a doting mother that has to know everything about everybody.

"Oh, my goddess! My dear baby!" She squeals, running next to her husband's side, where I could see her. I only have the time to smile, when she starts with the thousand and one questions. 

"Oh my, you have lost some weight. Is Margot not giving you enough food? Are you eating enough? You are overworking yourself, aren't you? That is the face of someone who hasn't had a good night's sleep. Does she look skinny to you, Julian? Do you want me to send you more recipes? I can send you recipes, Angel," So there is where James takes his talking.