Hidden Wolf

26 Tell Him

The walk back was quiet. I felt drained and defeated. I was really beginning to resent this conference and I haven't even been to it yet.

"Do you um, want to talk about it?" Sara asked tentatively. 

"No," I said flatly, scrunching up my face in disgust.

"Thank god," she said with relief. 

"I'd just prefer to put it all behind us and focus on this stupid fricken conference. There's always something, and it's exhausting," I mumble.

"It can't stay crazy forever," she says with a shrug.

"Please don't challenge fate," I groaned. 

Jace didn't come back to the pack house before dark. Chris asked me what happened, I told him we came to a resolution. 

He wanted details that I wasn't prepared to give yet, but he respected me enough to not press for now at least. He could see I was still upset. Today was apparently a history day as I looked at the bible like book he gave me.

This is the third time he's giving me this book. Apparently history only gets moderately more interesting when there are wolves involved. Which apparently isn't enough to keep me focused any better than human history.

It all comes down to one thing, power; who has it and who wants it. In the werewolf world, absolute power lay solely with the royals. Their bloodline was linked to the first alpha, the divine wolf. 

For centuries they guided the race in all matters, or at least tried to. This latest assassination attempt wasn't the first and won't be the last. I pitied Ethan; his life will never be easy once he claims his birthright.

He was born into a level of power that people dream about and kill for. The assassins were caught and killed but it never made sense. They never found who set them up.

In a perfect world he would have had a happy life raised by family and his uncle and his family would have ruled. But with their murders his father would have inherited the crown if he hadn't fallen in the last battle. 

Ethan was lucky to have Derek, who knows what would have happened to him otherwise. Even still, life hasn't been easy, but we try hard to make it as good as possible.

That's enough of that I think as I close the book and toss it on the bench next to me. I'm not 100% sure what I actually need to learn from this book to not screw up at convention. Clearly I can't be trusted to self study.

"Here," Jude says, passing me a wrap and pop. He picks up the book and reads the title before frowning. "This, has you so distracted you missed lunch?"

"Oh, sorry guess I was lost in my own world," I mumbled. 

"You've got a lot on your mind," he says more to himself. I just sigh, I don't want to talk about it with him either.

"Relax I wasn't going to ask how it went, I'm sure Chris has already tried." I nodded and relaxed slightly at that. "Just like I'm not going to ask about your bloody clothes in my bathroom that wreaked of Jace and fear. Or your blood in my shower, or your scent in my bed."

My heart stopped. I forgot how to breath and swallow, my body just quit. He slowly turned me to look at him.

"I'm not going to ask any of that because I know when you're ready you will tell me on your own." His voice was even and soft, his eyes were concerned, not angry.

"Thank you," I said with a small smile as I relaxed slightly.

"Just tell me you're ok," he said, locking eyes with me.