Chapter 0498
"She's winding me up about my short hair." I lie, completely and utterly embarrassed.
"Well Dakota." Damien mutters as he stares at me. "I think it suits her."
My stomach practically trips over itself. Compliments were never said to me.
He offers me a smile. "Are you ready?"
I nod when I don't seem to be able to form any words.
Dorothy holds my hand as we walk to the school. But I could see the looks. I could feel the judgement. A couple of days ago I had been locked in a dungeon because I wasn't trustworthy and now I was walking with the Beta to the pack school.
We come to a stop and I see Blair with a young boy. Her brother I assume. I watch him hug her before he hurries inside. As she turns to leave, she spots me. I could see the immediate anger in her eyes. She hated me for keeping her in the dark, for lying to her and letting her trust me.
I open my mouth to apologise, but she walks straight by without a single look back.
"She will get over it." Dorothy tells me as she lets go of my hand. Throwing her arms around me, she squeezes me tight and tells me to make sure Neah sees the sticker. And puts another one on the tshirt that I'm wearing
"Do I get a hug?" Damien mutters as Dorothy starts to walk away.
"You should hug Sammie." She smiles and runs in through the school doors.
He doesn't respond and just sort of stares ahead. Clearing his throat he asks me if I'm ready to speak to Neah.
"As ready as I can be." I had made sure I had eaten enough breakfast to last me a while, just in case she puts me back in the dungeon.
Damien doesn't say another word to me as we walk by the ruined packhouse. There were already people inside, clearing the rubble.
We stop at a house further along. There is a lot of noise coming from inside as Damien knocks on the door.
Dane answers. His strange crimson eyes casually drift over me before he invites us both inside.
Neah is sitting on the sofa with her feet up on a small ottoman. The twin that looks most like Neah is clinging to her while the other one is pushing toy cars down a little ramp and squealing as they shoot across the floor.
"How are you feeling?" Damien asks her
"Like I'm being watched constantly." She murmurs, looking at DaneContent rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.
"I'm just making sure you are getting what you need." He mutters back
She rolls her eyes and they settle on me. "How are you finding things?"
"Um, I've pretty much just been at Damien's house. I did go for a walk with Dorothy, but that's it. I promise." I really wanted to stay out of the dungeons, I hated being down there alone.
"No trouble." Damien confirms. "Samara has actually been quite helpful.”
There was just something about the way he said my name. He made me sound far more exotic than I am.
"But you have something to tell us?" Dane asks
"I told Samara about some of the things Eris said." Damien tells them. "Particularly the story that Eris is from a pack called White Cliffs." Damien gestures to me.
“Apparently that is where my Dad met my Mum." I blurt out.
"Your mother?" Dane asks
I nod. “And before you ask, that was all my father said. He never gave me any more information. I knew more about Cooper's mother than my own."
Dane starts asking the same
questions that Damien did.
Questioning why Wolves and Lycans
existed in the same location. If Eris had lied about her knowledge. They pretty much have the same conversation as me and Damien, only this time, Damien tells him what I had said.
I see Neah watching me, but I keep my mouth closed. It's easier that I didn't talk see how she moves the twin that is hugging her. He is fast asleep, yet he looks so much like her. He must be the one that can shift.
"White Cliffs were never mentioned to you?" Dane asks Neah.
"As far as I'm aware, I always lived in Moonshine. But then again, I don't know much, other than what happened to me." Creases appear in her forehead as she frowns. "Is that where the rest of my family are?"
"Not necessarily." I mutter
Her eyes snap to mine.
"You are the Alpha. You became Alpha because your mother died. She would have been Alpha too, right? But it normally passes down when either the parent has died or they've completed a ceremony, right?"
They are all looking at me.
"There might not be anyone there. But then there might be others, a wider family.” I shrug my shoulders. Deep down, I wanted to go. I wanted to know more about my mother. I wanted to know what she was like. Someone there must have known her.