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Jackson Hale is a mythical werewolf that rules the school as the future Alpha. But when the current Alpha decides that the supernatural and the humans need to learn to coexist, Jackson is pushed into secrecy, along with the others, at a...
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* 18
SPENCER MURDOCK
"Dad," I warn him. "Stop talking about Jackson, it's a little creepy."
"He's a good man, he seems pretty strong." He smiled at me.
"And that's all you care about," I grumbled, crossing my arms in front of my chest.
"I mean emotionally, baby." He informs me. Why would Jackson need to be emotionally strong?
I sigh and sit on the couch next to him. Dad's body tenses as he feels the dip and looks at me weirdly. I haven't really shown this much affection towards him in years. Vice versa. So it was also a little weird when he leaned closer to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders.
The tv showed in front of us and my dad took a deep hesitant breath. He turned to look at me and I smiled back. His smooth features lighted up his beautiful dark eyes that I got from him. His blond hair still gelled from work and his suit a little winked from our position.
"You look a lot like your mother." He admits and looked at him confused.
"I think I look a lot like..." I pointed at his chest, my gaze following there, and then back up at him, "You."
"I'm sorry." He apologized and I chuckled.
"It's fine, you're pretty good looking so thank you." I joked and he bellowed a laugh. My dad looked down at me with his large smile and crinkled eyes that genuinely showed happiness.
"You're just like her." He whispers.
"Tell me." He looks at me confused. "About Mom." He nods.
"Your mother was... very friendly. She smiled all the time and wasn't afraid to talk to new people. She was as confident as they came. She was also so kind and caring. I couldn't even imagine how patient and forgiving she was to everyone. I was just thankful because God knows I fucked up a bit." I laughed.
"She would always give me this look when I would be so caught up in my work. It was a mixture of... disappointment and hope. Every time I saw it I knew that I choose the job over my family. It killed me to know that I left my perfect wife and amazing daughter at home to what? Do paperwork? She kept me on my feet. Made me be a better person, the one I've always wanted to be."
"She sounds like she was looking after you," I commented.
"She was, I don't know what I'd do without her." He whispered, pulling me closer to him. "I think she's trying to give her face from the beyond."
