Chapter 25
25 –Heading Back To My Pack
Madeline:
After that day, they didn’t appear before me for two days straight. When they finally did, it was after I had interviewed my children.
I had done it myself, and I was glad they didn’t try to intervene.
Now, I was sitting in Graham’s office, where the other two had arrived as well.
It was even more awkward than before, because we were all acting like nothing had happened between us, as if they were meeting me for the first time.
“There’s something all my children confirmed,” I said, mentioning my three kids.
The thought of all three of them being sick was already too much for me.
The Alphas watched my face intently, holding their pens, ready to write everything down.
It had come to the point where any new information was too much for us, too significant to ignore.
“My kids said that whenever someone takes them to the woods, there’s this one place they’re always led to. It’s a purple autumn tree,” I explained, watching them exchange confused glances.
The moment I mentioned the purple autumn tree, Baxter lifted his head sharply, locking eyes with me.
“Where the heck could that be? Do you think it’s a fictional place?” Graham wondered, suggesting that maybe the dreams didn’t have any real meaning and that we were going in the wrong direction.
“Could be. Because what the heck is a purple autumn tree?” Elgin continued, siding with Graham on the idea that it might be a made–up place.
“It’s a place in the woods of the Majestic Claw pack,” Baxter spoke up, grabbing both Elgin and Graham’s attention as he mentioned my previous pack.
“It is? How come we never knew about it?” Graham complained, looking between Baxter and me.
I tried my best not to make eye contact with Baxter, but whenever I looked up, I found him staring at me.
The reason was simple, the purple autumn tree used to be our place. That was where we met and hung out, just the two of us.
Somewhere along the line, Elgin must have put two and two together, because he snapped his head toward Baxter, then at me, almost looking upset that we hadn’t included them in our secret hideout.
Thankfully, I was long past the phase where I felt the need to answer them.
“Anyway, this is the place my kids have been seeing in their dreams. I was thinking maybe–just maybe—we might find some clues there,” I said, focusing on what truly mattered rather than any old tension that didn’t
anymore.
“Well then, we should start packing. We’ll be heading to the Majestic Claw Pack and staying there for a while,” Graham stated in a cold, restrained tone.
Both Graham and Elgin suddenly looked drained of energy.
My friendship seemed to mean nothing to them, yet every time they realized I was closer to one of them, they
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reacted so strongly and I could only guess why.
It was their Alpha ego.
They wanted to be better, to have more than the others.
Sadly, I hadn’t realized that before, but now I knew it had nothing to do with me.
Their possessiveness and aggression were never about me.
“ Why would you want to leave your pack behind? I’m already headed to the Majestic Claw Pack, so I’ll accompany her,” Baxter added softly, once again stealing everyone’s attention.
“Sure,” Graham agreed without resistance, and Elgin simply shrugged, not arguing or questioning it.
I had already told them I didn’t want any arguments.
I wanted them to take this matter seriously and focus only on saving the children’s lives.
Although I didn’t want any of them to accompany me, I guessed it was the right thing to do since they were part of the reason I was in the werewolf land.
These three Alphas were the ones who paid for my residence, handled everything, and convinced the council that they had done their research on someone from the human land who could help.
Hence, one of them had to accompany me, and sadly, it was Baxter.
I didn’t like his aggressive energy. Hoping he would behave this time, I packed my children’s bags and loaded them into the car.
When Baxter’s car arrived, I noticed his warrior starting to take out my bags.
“Excuse me, I can drive myself,” I said, holding on to the strap of my bag from one side while the warrior held the
other.
Baxter jumped out of his SUV, walked around, snatched the bag from me, and handed it to the warrior.
“The world has changed a little. Werewolves aren’t the same as before. Sometimes, when they see an Omega or someone weaker, they attack. Mostly the rogues do. They’re out of control now, and I need to make sure you and the children are safe because you’re my responsibility for this trip,” Baxter explained without looking at me while his men continued loading our bags into his SUV.
“What happened to never wanting rogues around? Seems like all your plans failed,” I taunted bitterly.
Even though I was the one who once suggested working in a peaceful environment, I could never stop myself from being toxic whenever I was around them.
“Yeah, it seems like that. Anyway, take the kids and sit in the car,” Baxter replied.
For someone like him, he was eerily calm and didn’t match my bitter tone.
But his eyes gave him away, he did a double take when Bodhi stepped out of the car.
He stared at Bodhi for a little too long before I stepped in front of him, forcing him to break his gaze and look up
at me.
“Anyway, come quick,” he muttered, walking away toward his SUV.
I took my kids to his car, strapped them in the backseat, and then sat in the passenger seat beside Baxter.
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I knew I would feel something the moment I stepped back into that pack.
So many memories would rush back, and as for my house, I had no idea what to expect, only that seeing any one of them again would be too much.
“Mommy, where are we going?” Bodhi asked from the back, making me shift in my seat.
“We’re going to a pack where your mother grew up,” I replied, instantly turning to look out the window and biting my bottom lip as a distant memory resurfaced.
“Oh, is that where your parents are? Are we going to meet them?” Bodhi asked excitedly, and the others cheered
too.
I couldn’t respond, because how could I tell them that their grandfather was the one who wanted to kill them?
“And no, we’re not meeting any of those assholes again,” I muttered under my breath, too silent for them to hear it.
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Sara Lili
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.