Violets and Ash

Chapter 4

I rounded the corner and appeared in the dining hall just in time to spot Elijah and the woman who I’d

only seen in photographs.

For half a second, they were wrapped up in their own world. One of his hands came to rest on hers as

he said something that made them both laugh. Elijah had been right when he said the camera didn’t do

her justice.

His phone couldn’t capture the bounciness of her glossy brown hair, or the beauty mark above her

perfectly symmetrical lips. If it weren’t for the charcoal pants suit that fit her slender figure as though it

had been tailored for it—which it probably had, I would’ve thought she were a model and not the Luna

of an entire pack.

“Ah, there she is.” Elijah’s eyes lit up as he spotted me at the other end of the table, hovering just a few

feet from the doorway. When Sylvia turned to face me, he gave me a look that said he knew exactly

where I had been and what I’d been up to. “Sylvia this is Violet.”

“I’ve been looking forward to meeting the girl Elijah’s told me so much about, although—you’re not a

girl anymore, are you?” Her eyes settled on my face, and while they were firm and assessing, I was

surprised at the lack of intimidation I felt.

She approached me and took in everything from my pinned back curls and tattered jeans with a single

look. It was instinct for me to notice how long her eyes lingered on my scars, and I couldn’t help but be

taken aback when they flitted over them as though they weren’t even there.

“I suppose not.” I shook my head, hoping my manners weren’t too rusty from how much time I spent

tucked away in the cabin. “It’s wonderful to finally meet you, Luna.”

“Oh, call me Sylvia. That title will be useless to me once Xavier remarries in the spring.” She waved a

hand, gesturing to the table in a silent command. The diamond bracelet around her wrist twinkled from

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“Has he told you much of what I do for a living, Violet?”

“Well, I didn’t know about the Luna part until today. Elijah has told me about your work with the

hospitals in the area, and that you own a research center, but I’m afraid I don’t know much else.” I

admitted somewhat reluctantly, already determined not to disappoint this woman.

“Oh, it’s perfectly fine. It just gives me an excuse to explain, and I always take an opportunity to go into

my work.” She said with a proud smile.

I gave my undivided attention, nodding and making sounds of interest as she explained her life’s work

and passion. The fervor in her voice made it impossible not to get sucked in. The title of Luna was just

another achievement under her belt, one that came with her marriage to Alpha Xavier. Science and all

things unknown were her true passions.

“If you don’t mind my asking, Violet. How much do you know about the rogue gene?” Sylvia’s hands

were clasped together as she waited, and as I looked down at them I couldn’t help but notice the very

obvious tan line where her wedding ring once was.

“I know some things…” I told her, swallowing back the sour taste that filled my mouth and threatened to

ruin my appetite. “Like how it’s caused by wolves reproducing with someone other than their mate.

There’s no way to test for it, and it can suddenly appear at any point during adolescence and make

them go crazy. It’s impossible to prevent and can’t be stopped or slowed down. Well, not permanently

anyway.”

Only wolfsbane, a potent and addictive substance to our kind, had some semblance of an affect on the

gene that made werewolves across the globe turn feral.

Pride like golden fireworks filled her eyes, turning them a myriad of dazzling colors. Her lightly painted

lips tilted up in a wry smile as she said, “Elijah told me you can keep a secret. Is that true, Violet?”

Thankfully, all she wanted was a nod because I wasn’t sure I could trust my voice.

Sylvia leaned forward in her seat, her voice taking on an excited tone. “The scientists I employ have

found a way to test for the rogue gene…” For a split second my heart threatened to break free from my

chest. Its rapid beat was deafening in my ears, but subsided when she said, “…but only after the

patient has completed their first shift. We’re so much closer to coming up with a way to determine how

strong the gene is before it’s activated.”

Lost in surprise, I hardly noticed Horace come through the kitchen doors, pushing a large metal serving

cart full of steaming plates of food.

Only Alphas could reproduce with someone other than their mate, since they were required to have

children that could take on the duties of the pack. Hundreds of years of history and research proved

that an Alpha’s genetics were simply too strong to be affected by the rogue gene.

According to scientists like the ones Sylvia employs, the rogue gene had various levels of severity. The

worst was what the warriors protected us from, the beasts no longer able to take form of a man,

frothing at the mouth as they werewolf and human alike. A mild case might look like some severe anger

issues and a disposition for trouble.

“Do you think it’s possible to erase the rogue gene?” I asked, flushing at how clueless I sounded.

The mountains that surrounded our town, the ones that provided endless snow and freezing winds,

they were what protected us from the rogues who had lost their human forms.

“Erase? Unfortunately, no. Our goal is to eventually isolate and neutralize the rogue gene entirely.”

Sylvia clasped her hands together. “It’s not that we want to encourage having children with another

unmated wolf, but it’s an option our kind deserve. Even with the find your mate programs, there are

thousands of werewolves whose mates have passed or who are in engagements of their own.”

“What is the find your mate program?” I tried and failed not to sound too curious, but I had never heard

of such a thing.

“I knew you would be interested; everyone is.” Sylvia laughed. “We get together with packs around the

country, and have our unmated citizens meet in a safe environment. Over time affordability has

increased exponentially. Even our low-income citizens, students, and elderly, can apply for the

program.” Her smile turned brittle and dry, “Ask Xavier who was responsible and he’ll tell you he

backed my ‘little program’ for months. Only when he saw its success did he even care to turn his head.”

“That’s amazing.” I took care not to lie, because Sylvia seemed like the type of woman to see through

that in a minute. “You’re going to change things for everyone.”

Finding my mate was an innocent fantasy fueled by the daydreams of an outcast who wanted more. It’s

not that I’ve given up hope, but with years came the understanding that not everyone was destined to

find their mate in this life.

What I now wanted was companionship, a partner that could see past the scars marring my body, even

if it didn’t come with a mate-bond attached.

“That is the plan.” Sylvia nodded proudly, but then narrowed her eyes at the empty seat beside me.

“Where is that boy…Horace, have you seen—”

“I’m here, mother!” A young voice shouted from down the hall, followed by the fast patter of small feet.

A head of curly brown hair rounded the corner, followed by hazel eyes, and flushed cheeks. “I’m here!”

It was the boy I had caught raiding the pantry, who I now knew was Sylvia’s youngest son. He pulled

out the chair beside me, his little huffs loud in comparison to everything else, and sat down. In his

haste, he had skipped over a button on the shirt he wore. The cuffs were undone as well, flapping at

his small wrists.

“Graham, I thought I told you to change as soon as you got home from school.” A frown twitched at the

corners of Sylvia’s lips. “It’s impolite to show up late and half-dressed when we’re expecting company.

We will talk about this later, once your brother gets back from his trip. It’ll save me from giving the same

lecture twice.”

“Sorry, mother.” Graham smiled sheepishly.

I had no problem waiting a couple days to meet the future Alpha of this pack. The one in our old pack

was only kind and empathetic when his Luna was within sniffing distance. It was her soft spot for me

that kept him from tossing me back into the woods.

Thick trails of steam curled and danced above each of our plates, forming faces that winked and smiled

before dissipating. Sylvia took a small spoonful of soup in front of her and brought it to her lips.

“Norma is from Louisiana. She visits her family there occasionally, and always comes back with new

recipes. She’s incredibly stingy with them, but I think it’s because she doesn’t trust anyone to make it

better than her.” Sylvia’s laughter was warm.

It was impossible for me not to notice the small garden salads placed in front of Sylvia and I, or the

heaping plates of jambalaya and lack of salad Graham and Elijah received.

‘Is that shrimp on Elijah’s plate?’ Lacey whined, the sound a low whistle in my head.

‘This isn’t our house, Lacey. Let’s not be ungrateful.’ I scolded her.

The salty and spicy taste of soup danced across my tongue, heavy with herbs and what I thought might

be a dash of hot sauce. The thin broth warmed my mouth and soothed the snarling of my stomach.

I forced myself to slow down and match Sylvia’s pace as she turned to her son and said, “This is Elijah,

the man I’ve been telling you about, and his adoptive daughter, Violet.”

No matter how impervious I’ve become to harsh words, some part of me always tensed when meeting

new people—especially children. They had no filter; no problems voicing their curiosity and often

disgust.

His eyes flitted down to the thick scar along my neck, and to the one across my shoulder, ending just

above my collar bone. The long sleeves and jeans I wore covered the rest. Even though I vowed not to

hide the evidence of my forgotten past, I wanted to make a good impression this one time.

I didn’t look away from Graham, even though I could feel Sylvia open her mouth to scold him for

staring. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Elijah place a hand on hers and shake his head softly.

“Like the color?” Graham inquired, the same curious expression on his face as he had in the pantry.

“Just like the color.” I nodded, an amused smile blossoming across my face. “You’re Graham, right?

Like the cracker?” I swallowed a nervous giggle at my own horrible joke.

“Exactly! That’s what mother named me after.” He grinned proudly.

“Nice try, but you’re named after your great-grandfather.” Sylvia smirked playfully and turned to me with

remnants of humor dancing in her eyes. “I apologize for my eldest son’s absence. He and some of the

others at the University are on a late summer break of sorts. They’ll be returning within the next few

days.”

“Oh, its alright.” I replied, eating the last few bites of soup, silently wishing it were something more

substantial. “I can’t begin to imagine what all of that must be like, running a pack and going to

college…”

“No, I don’t suppose you could.” Sylvia said thoughtfully. Her words threw me off a bit, but I

remembered what Elijah said about her meaning well. Sylvia moved on from her half-eaten soup to the

garden salad that sat beside it. “If you don’t mind my asking, what are your plans for the future? I

understand this pack and my family’s wealth are foreign to you, but we aren’t without our opportunities.”

The spicy broth lodged itself in my throat, making me sputter and reach for a glass of water. Instead of

guzzling the icy liquid, I forced myself to drink slowly, giving it time to cool the fire that stung my cheeks.

“I—I finished homeschooling a few months ago, but I haven’t exactly thought of what to do afterwards.”

My voice was small, but Elijah’s encouraging smile brought me the faintest shred of relief.

After the assault that made me snap, I withdrew from school. I hid from the pack and the rest of the

world. Feral was what they called me, like I was no better than the rogues that stalked this pack. They

claimed that was how I slipped past them at ten years old, because how else could a child venture

miles through the mountainous wilderness and evade every single rogue she came across?

It didn’t matter that Elijah had been studying me the past nine years, looking for any hint of aggression

that might lead to my having the rogue gene. Even when he found nothing, I was still condemned.

“I like to cook—I’ve thought about possibly having a restaurant someday…” I trailed off, feeling silly for

spouting dreams I had never intended on working towards. “I also love reading. I’ve thought about

writing, I just never seem to find the words once I sit down to try.”

Sylvia gave me a long look, and I now understood why Graham squirmed under those intense hazel

eyes, churning with splotches of emerald and honey. I had a strong feeling that even without the title of

Luna, Sylvia was a force to be reckoned with.

“Everyone who steps foot into Darkling University becomes something. It’s the oldest and most prolific

school in the world. The only way into Darkling is by knowing someone important who knows someone

even more important.”

“Oh, I could never afford something like that, and I’m not sure I’m cut out for a school that

prestigious…” I sounded breathless, even more so when I let out a nervous laugh. “Maybe there’s a

community college nearby?” I suggested, cringing when her nose wrinkled with distaste.

“I will not have a member of my household attending a community college. It’s in poor taste. I took the

liberty of pulling your school records and as far as academics are concerned, you have what it takes to

keep up with the workload at Darkling U. I hold a seat on the school board, so getting you in would take

little effort.” Sylvia said, a satisfied look on her face as though she just solved a complex problem.

Noticing the look of surprise on Elijah’s face she tutted and said, “I had her best interest in mind,

darling. I didn’t want to embarrass her if her grades weren’t up to par. Really, I’m sure she doesn’t

mind.”

It took me a moment to realize she was waiting for a response. All I could do was shake my head and

swallow back the taste of broth as it rose in my throat, covering the burn with a reassuring curve of my

lips.

“See? She’s much stronger than you let on.” She patted the top of Elijah’s hand, and I felt my chest

swell from the compliment. With a thousand-watt smile, Sylvia shook my hand and said, “Without

further adieu, I am honored to present you with Darkling University’s first ever scholarship. Welcome

aboard, Violet.”