Flee Omega Flee (Book #2)

(13) Flee Omega Flee

Chapter 13.

                Now noon, I walked down the stairs of the pack house, tugging on a grey sweater over my bare chest. Shaking my damp hair with my hand, I passed by women carrying large laundry baskets. They looked over at me, and nodded in acknowledgement before continuing their way. It once again reminded me how unhealthy the relationships in the pack were.

                Usually a pack would have many barbeques and gatherings to celebrate even the smallest of celebrations. It was always a way for younger members to find their mates, and older ones to meet new friends. Perhaps if we had those gatherings, I would have met London a lot sooner. We could have been childhood friend’s maybe, and my life would have been better. I could have been a lot happier a lot sooner.

                As I entered the kitchen I notice a few younger girls looking over at me with a glint in their eyes. Before they could approach me, I growled at them and they ran off. I was not in the mood for some fans that want to replace London, because that would never happen. She was my one and only.

                I grabbed a mug out of the cabinet, and paused when I heard someone bump into a chair on the kitchen island. My wolf was alert, and spun my body around before I could react. A low growl escaped, but I didn’t understand why. The minute it left my lips, and our eyes met I instantly regretted it.

                “Mom.” She was clutching her hip, obviously in a little bit of pain from bumping into the chair. Her violet eyes blinked at me, a strange light sparkling in her eyes, even though I had growled at her.

                Tears were formed in her eyes, and it looked like her cheeks were more sunken in than usual. I noticed something was different about her, but I couldn’t tell what it was. Her eyes were the same, she was wearing a white sweater that complimented her milky skin. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary but-

                “You cut your hair.” I smiled at her, noticing it was now a little longer than shoulder length and was oddly filled with volume. My guess was layers, and Paige must’ve added that to her usual flat looking hair. “You look beautiful.”

                Then the weirdest thing happened. She cracked a smile. It was something I’ve never seen before, a completely unique and different smile. It reached her eyes, and was filled with an exhilarating humor. Her smile wasn’t anywhere near cheesy, but it was beautifully simple. It showed her straight pearly whites. I could tell her smile was what made my father love her even more.

                The smile came as quick as it came, but she was still look at me with a new look. It was filled with not only respect but with love. I smiled at her, and I noticed the tears in her eyes had long disappeared. Maybe this is what she needed, someone to tell her things that were good, things to make her happy, she just needed comfort.

                I turned around and grabbed a second mug for her, knowing the only reason she came out of her room was to get another cup of tea. Once I grabbed both our mugs, I walked over to the stove and took the teapot from the flame. Hearing movement, I noticed she had grabbed two tea packages, and I couldn’t help but let out another smile. My mother was finally interacting with someone who wasn’t my father, she actually looked genially happy.

                I poured the water in the cups, and watched as she placed the two tea bags in each one. Once we did that we sat down at the kitchen island in silence. Occasionally I would glance at her when she wasn’t looking at her, and noticed things I never noticed about her. There were crinkled near her eyes, but they obviously weren’t from old age. They were wrinkled from when she used to smile, and she had knowingly squinted her eyes when she did so.