Chapter 62
62 – My Half – Sister Is Playing Games With Me
Madeline:
The good thing about this library was that everything was detailed and organized.
There was a gray book that Graham picked from one of the shelves, and we both sat between the aisles on small stools.
“This is it. Look, it says ‘The Gray Wolf. “ ” He opened the contents and pointed to one of the headings.
A strange excitement rushed through me.
Growing up, I was told so many times that I would never have a wolf that I began to believe it.
So when I first transitioned and Graham told me my wolf looked different, gray in color, I felt thrilled.
Maybe now people would talk about my wolf the way they once talked about how I didn’t have one.
I was lost in thought while he searched for the page about the gray wolf.
His loud sigh and a confused grunt pulled me back to attention.
t is it?” I asked, shifting anxiously on the stool.
s odd. The pages are missing,” he said, making my heart skip a beat.
Not from excitement, but because anything connected to me always seemed to go wrong.
“There must be other copies of this book,” I told him as I stood and walked toward the librarian.
Unfortunately, she didn’t have good news.
She said this was the only copy, which in itself was strange.
“But there has to be another way to find it,” Graham said as he joined me.
He explained that we needed it urgently and that if they didn’t have it here, another library must.
“I’m not sure,” the librarian replied, adjusting her glasses. “We never received any other copies. What seems to be the problem p>
“Some of the pages are missing,” Graham said, placing the book on the counter,
She stared at it, then at him.
“Why are you interested in the gray wolf? Do you think it’s related to the children’s sickness?” she asked, clearly recognizing us from the news and our mission to save the children.
“No, it’s just-” Graham stopped.
The look she gave us was unsettling, and neither of us felt comfortable explaining the real reason.
“We thought we’d study different wolves to understand why someone might be causing the sickness,” I said, stepping out from behind Graham, not entirely making sense but continuing anyway.
The librarian studied my face, then pouted and shrugged.
“I don’t think a gray wolf could help much. From what I’ve heard, they’re disasters anyway p>
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Her casual remark made my back stiffen.
“Do you have any information about the writer?” Graham asked, ignoring her comment.
“I’m not sure, but I can check if you’d like,” the old lady replied, offering him a faint smile.
We walked out of the library in defeat and told her to give us a call if she found any information on the writer.
“Don’t pout like that. Did I ever tell you? You look really cute when you’re upset and lost in thoughts.” Graham’s teasing made me look away awkwardly.
“Come on, don’t be so uptight. You know you still can’t resist me.” He leaned close, his voice brushing my ear. I stepped back and raised an eyebrow at him.
“I didn’t know better back then. That’s why I had a crush on you,” I replied, watching him roll his eyes. Typical of
him.
“ You will fall for me the minute you stop lying about having a husband,” he remarked, once again flexing about his looks.
“Well, trust me, that’s not the case,” I replied, shrugging my shoulders. “If you saw my husband, you’d stop asking whether I could still fall for any of you p>
When I finished speaking, I looked at him. The expression on his face was enough to satisfy me.
He looked jealous.
“You keep talking about this husband of yours,” he said, lifting his fingers to do air quotes. “I’d love to meet him one day. Maybe in the mirror with you, ” he added, his gaze deepening.
I shook my head at his attempts to charm me.
“We should head back home. My kids will be waiting for me.” I excused myself, trying to get away.
The thing was, I understood that he’d sacrificed a lot for me, but I didn’t know what that meant anymore.
I forgave him for the past, but I couldn’t pursue anything with him.
The issue wasn’t that he hadn’t accepted me before. He had saved me, chosen me, and said he loved me.
The problem was that I no longer had feelings for him, at least not that kind.
As we started walking away, something caught my eye. I stopped and did a double take.
In one of the cafés across the road sat two women.
I immediately recognized my half–sister, but the woman sitting across from her held my attention.
“Sherry?” I whispered under my breath, narrowing my eyes to make sure I was seeing clearly.
“What?” Graham asked, stepping closer and following my gaze. “That’s your half–sister, right p>
“Yes, but look at the woman next to her.” I pointed toward the reporter.
Graham gasped and began to growl in anger.
“No wonder she appeared in the cabin with the cameras,” I muttered, stomping my foot.
“Oh, I know. She tried to ruin your reputation and start a rumor about an affair between us, so that-” Graham
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suddenly went silent.
But I caught his words, and I planned to confront him later.
For now, I had someone else to deal with. Without wasting a second or letting Graham guess my thoughts, I crossed the road.
“Hey!” Graham shouted, still grumbling as he moved to stop the cars so I wouldn’t get hit.
I didn’t even glance sideways before entering the café.
The bell above the door jingled, and everyone looked at me, except the two women who were too busy talking.
Everyone here thought I was human, but with my wolf awakening, I wondered if they could sense it.
Maybe not until I was marked by my mate. That was the rule here, no scent without a mark.
I reached their table and folded my arms, waiting for their attention.
My sister looked like she’d seen a ghost.
“ I was wondering how you showed up at the cabin and decided to live broadcast without any permission, ” I began, my tone stern.
“But now I know how and why,” I tapped my foot on the floor, watching the two of them look completely guilty.
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