Saviour

Chapter Nineteen

     Gideon and I jogged down the porch steps and towards our car that was parked on the side of the street. It was quiet and the roads were dark; winter was fast approaching and along with it came the frigid air and eerie streets.

Despite the darkness, it was still early enough in the evening to pay Bee's best friend Agatha a visit. We followed our GPS two blocks over only to find ourselves standing in front of an enormous estate manor. It looked ancient and almost royal. It reminded me of buckingham palace... although maybe a little creepier.

The accents on the home were black and the wood siding was painted a dark grey; that, like many of the houses in the area looked like it had begun flaking off years ago.

"Well then," I drawled out, staring wide eyed at the building. I hadn't expected this. Gideon made an uncomfortable grunt beside me, obviously thinking the same thing about the place as me.

"Gideon, maybe meet me back here in about two hours? If I finish early I'll just take a look around the neighbourhood for any signs of witchcraft."

Gideon paused for a moment, not liking the idea in the least. "I guess you're the boss." He gave me a wink as I slid out of the car. Rolling my eyes at him, I waved absentmindedly as I headed towards the iron gates at the front of the driveway.

Before I had a chance to wonder how I was going to get past them, they slowly creaked open making a painful squealing noise. They obviously weren't opened often. There didn't look to be anything electric about them. The thought made me shiver. My abilities as a pack doctor and healer were worlds apart from actual witches.

I hesitated, part of me expecting a trap or for Patrick to be waiting on the other side. Shaking my head with determination, I pushed through and headed up towards the enormous doors at the front of the manor.

I nearly ran down the stairs with my tail tucked between my legs when I lifted my hand to knock and the door merely creaked open in response. It seemed to be a common theme in this house.

"Oh, I hate my life." I muttered darkly as I peered through the dark entrance way. My breath caught in my throat when candles began lighting one by one, illuminating the grand foyer in a warm, flickering light.

Sighing, I sent a small prayer up to the heavens that I wouldn't be hung or beheaded in this very house by any ancient witches... or any alive ones for that matter either.

I slowly made my way through the room, allowing myself to be very nosy. I was sure that Agatha must have known I was here by now. How else would the candles have lit and the doors opened when I first arrived?

But why hadn't anyone said anything yet?

There was unease pressing against my chest, but I fought to ignore it. I was hoping Greyson would have been able to call me by now. I had forced him to take a cell phone with them as they traveled towards my old pack because I wasn't part of their pack link yet and therefore wasn't able to communicate telepathically with him.

I had promised myself I wouldn't call him. I knew he needed to focus and move as quickly as he could with as little stops as possible. I would ask Gideon for an update as soon as we got back to my grandmothers' house.

The word still felt foreign and strange floating around my head. I had gone my entire life thus far thinking that we didn't have any surviving close family members... yet here we were.

A part of me was extremely disappointed and hurt in my mother and my father for not telling me the full story. The more reasonable, understanding part of me, however, knew that they must have had their own reasons for not telling me this side of the story. Either way, once this was all over and we rescued them, we would have plenty of time to talk about our family issues.