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Chapter Thirty-Eight

A/N: I forgot to publish the chapter and only noticed it.

Chapter Thirty-Eight - Christian Sanchez

KARA

Finally, lunchtime. I made a mental note to bring a meal down to the cells for Christian. It may seem like I'm trusting him a little too fast, but it's the complete opposite, actually. I'm wary about him, but for him to trust and be comfortable around me, I have to act as I trust him.

After finishing my food, I picked up his lunch, reassured Connor and Jake that I would be fine, and went down to the cells.

The warrior opened the door and I walked in, placing the tray of food beside Christian who was sitting on the metal bed.

"Eat up, you look as skinny as me."

He chuckled before shoving the food down his throat like he hadn't been eating in months. I leaned by the door, waiting for him to finish and mind linked the border guards.

There's a meeting at four. All border guards on duty when the ambush happened, please be there ten minutes early. – Kara

Yes, Luna. – Border Guards

I felt Connor poke my mind and connected.

Amore, how's it going down there? – Connor

Just waiting for him to finish his food. – Kara

What're you planning to ask him? – Connor

Probs just talk, get to know the guy, and see if he's trustworthy. – Kara

Are you sure you're alright down there? – Connor

I'm okay, no need to be worried. Finish your paperwork, I'll be up soon, meeting at four, okay? – Kara

Yeah, mom. – Connor

I silently laughed before disconnecting. I looked over at Christian and noticed he finished his food. I picked up the tray, handed it to the warrior outside, and sat beside him.

"So, how about we get to know each other?"

He nodded. I nudged him and signal for him to go first.

"Siblings?"

"A late elder brother."

He looked at me and frowned, "I'm sorry for your lost." I put my hand up, "It's fine. You?"

"Only child."

"How about your parents?" I asked.

"I was raised by a single mother. She told me that my father was a piece of shit."

"Seriously?"

He nodded, "You?"

"My mother passed when I was born and my father was killed the next day."

He looked stunned, "You had a rough childhood?"

"Well, my brother and I were raised by one of our good neighbors until he passed when I was six, then they raised me till 13, and put me in foster for a few days until my fosters now took me in."

"That's...tough."

"I manage."

"Wait, I thought..."

"I was the Alpha of the Night Moon pack?"

He nodded. I laughed, "I didn't know I was a werewolf until earlier this year." His eyes widened, "Yet, you're able to take on two packs and be a Council at the same time."