Forever (Book 1) (Editing)

Chapter Twenty Five

I followed after my father with my head hung low. Lady was mad at me again and I couldn't even blame her. I'd been about to force my mark on her, and it was for such an unimportant reason. Why? Because she'd told me not to talk to her the way I had. She’d had every right to tell me off, I shouldn't have snapped at her like that but I was angry, angry the Greg had put his tongue on her body. I’d been extremely jealous over that small fact and whether he was her protector or not I truly hated that he’d done something so intimate for her. I know he did it because he had to, because she’d been badly hurt but it should have been me who’d done it to begin with. It didn’t matter that she hated me or not, Greg had crossed a line when he’d healed her that way, especially since she didn’t carry my mark.

In that moment on the terrace my wolf had taken over, he’d demanded that I mark her and make it known to the world that she was mine. I’d lost control yet again and had almost done something I knew I would’ve regretted. I owed Greg for stopping me. As much as I hated to admit it he’d done what he’d had to. My wolf had backed down when Greg had pinned me to the ground. Even my wolf knew we’d almost crossed a line with our mate. She’d only just begun letting us in and yet we’d managed to give her another reason to keep us out. She could’ve demanded that I leave when she’d told my parents her story and I would’ve had no choice but to listen, father would’ve enforced it, and yet she’d accepted that I was there and had told it to me as well. It was the first time she’d willingly shared something about herself with me, even if she didn’t quite believe the story herself.

Nick had shown up and had answered my question from halfway through the week. He was a prophet within our pack and legends from our past were that prophets were only born in times of great need. They helped to guide their packs out of the bad times and toward the good on the other side. They were an important part of our survival and the fact that Nick was a prophet only led me to believe the story that Lady had told. He’d declared at the end of her story the difference in time, but a few years didn’t matter. From the things she’d said every wolf here would need to be strong and would need to gain control over themselves completely. They needed to train to be able to react on the spur of the moment rather than a thought out plan of attack.

Very few of us had trained over the years; just the guardians who monitored the barriers had been trained. Even the training that I had been given wasn’t the same as theirs had been, I’d been trained to lead this pack, not to fight. We’d had very little reason to fight here. No other wolves tried to claim our territory; they wanted nothing to do with the attention that it attracted. I knew how to fight things like vampire’s with the other’s but when it came down to one on one I was at a loss. Sure we spared against each other sometimes but we were the same species, we had the same weaknesses and strengths, we knew how to take each other out. These demons we didn’t know much about, we didn’t know how to defend against a hoard of them but I was sure Lady and Nick both did.

So thinking back on something Nick had let slip I came to the realisation that Lady could read the future to a certain extent. She could see some of the things that were going to happen, but unlike Nick her vision changed with each decision made. She’d unwillingly told me that when she’d responded to his comment. It was interesting to know that she could do so much, to know that the magic running through her was strong but I really wanted to know what she was and it was bothering me that everyone seemed to know except for me. I knew my parents had an idea but didn’t have the confirmation but I knew that Greg, Liam and Nick all knew what she was and what she could do. I could sense that she found it important for me not to find out but I didn’t know why.

I followed my father down the stairs through the house to his office on the first floor. He was staying silent and I knew he was upset about what I’d almost done. My mother was walking along silently behind us and I dreaded the words she was bound to throw at me. No one said a word as we walked into father’s office and sat down. Everyone was dwelling in their own thoughts, thinking of what had been said and gone on upstairs.