Kennady's POV
Flash foward an hour and we are now all asembled in the family living room of our floor of the pack house, trying to make sense of things. I am sitting on the stone bench thing part of the fireplace, Sebastian is perched anxsiously in the couch across the room in a similer fashion as me, and our parents are pacing the floor, Mom very frazzled and still panicky, and Cal with his arms behind his back, muttering to himself.
Cal had called in one of the elder wolves in our pack for insight, and the 361 year old man now sat calmly in a chair beside me.
I honestly didn't know people like him existed outside of books and movies, with his white beard that flowed passed his bellybutten and little round framed glasses perched on the end of his nose, a pipe between his lips (I kid you not, it blows bubbles. Actual freaking BUBBLES!) A white butten up shirt and red suspenders holding up his worn brown pants.
His name is Henry.
Cal finaly stops pacing and turns around to face Henry. "Well?" he asks Henry.
Henry just calmly looks back at him, contentedly blowing bubbles. He takes the pipe out of his mouth for a moment to answer.
"Well, what?"
Cal's eye twitches. "What the heck is going on, is what!?" he says in exasperation, wildly guesturing between Seb and I.
Henry quirks a bushy white white eyebrow at him. "Exactly what it looks like. These here have both been blessed to have found their mates so early on in life, and they just so happen to mated to each other." he says casually.
Cal is getting even more frustrated.
"But why?! How are they mated to each other if we are their parents?! Just.. how? Isn't that kind of screwy? Is it cosidered incest!?" He says.
Henry just throws his head back and laughs until there are tears in his eyes.
"No, Alpha" he maneges to get out once he calms down."They are only related by Marraige and fate. You are not her father and your mate is not his mother. This is what can happen when you go against the fate planned out for your best interest. Life has a funny way of reminding us.
"I've actually seen this before" he continues into the silence.
"You have?" Cal stutters out, still reeling.
"Oh yes." continues Henry. "More than once, believe it or not. In fact, the same thing happened in my family. My parents weren't mates, and neither were my mate's parents. Each of them lost their spouse though, so after the death of my mother when I was 12 years old, my father packed up me and my three younger siblings and sailed from Scottland to Ireland, where he met his mate. His mate had lost her husband 5 years bofore that to a fever, leaving her with their 2 children, my mate, Ann, and her younger brother. Ann was 9 years old when we met. Our parents quickly recognised eachother as mates and married the next day. We all lived together as a family from then on. My seventeenth birthday came and went without any sign of my mate, untill three years later, on the night of Ann's. Running through the woods as our wolves, in celebration of her birth, the moon reached it's peak, and as I turned to wish her a happy birthday, our eyes locked, and the whole world just stopped. That night I lost a sister, but gained a mate, my other half, and I would not have it any other way." he concluded, popping his pipe back in his mouth and leaning back in his chair.
We all just sit there, too stunned to speak. Well, they do. I suddenly get hit by an overwhelming wave of lonliess and sadness and quickly try to stifle it. But I fail and a wail escapes my lips.
Everybody quickly turn to me in surprise, and I am suddenly full on sobbing for no reason. Seb springs to his feet and is in front of me before I can blink, scooping me up into his arms and cradling me to his chest. I burry my face between his neck and shoulder and inhale deeply between my shuttering sobs. His scent overwhelms my senses as he takes us over to the couch and sits down, wrapping himself around me while I sit on his lap. His scent sooths me almost instanly, and he coos nonsense in my ear, rocking us slighty. I am completely enveloped in the love and comfort of my mate, and it is the most amazing feeling ever. Better than cold lemonade on a hot day.
