Chapter 67
67 –Going Alone On A Mission
Madeline:
After I told Baxter about the contract and reminded him that he could not act foolishly, I asked the two of them to leave me alone.
Graham immediately obeyed, but Baxter tried to resist.
He grunted, coughed, groaned, and stomped his feet–childish tantrums meant to make the children hear him and come out, asking me to spend time with him.
He did not realize I was one step ahead.
The moment he started all that, I had already closed the door to my children’s room.
I did not let him near them.
After he left, I locked the door and sat by the window, intending to have a glass of wine.
But my kids had already woken up from their nap, so I could not.
“How are you?” Nina asked after we had played with the kids, fed them. And now that they were watching TV, we had some time for ourselves.
I was holding the file in my hand, walking from one corner of the living room to the other.
“Just stressed out,” I replied, showing her the file, the case I was working on.
“I know I’m not the best person to give you any advice, or even suggest any theories about what might be happening. But I remember when I was a child, my father used to tell me stories. He said my mother was from a very ancient tribe of werewolves p>
Nina caught my attention the moment she mentioned a tribe.
“The ones that could start the fire with their hands?” I asked almost too quickly.
“No.” She shook her head in confusion, making me wonder what else it could be.
“Come on, have a seat,” I told her, taking her hand and leading her to the side where a large window stood, with two coffee chairs and a small table placed a little away from the children.
“Tell me about your mother,” I insisted.
“She was from an ancient tribe, like I said. My father met her in the woods. At that time, he didn’t have a wolf, which is why we ended up in the human land. My mother used to tell him stories about her tribe and how they could shapeshift.” She paused, watching my face as if waiting for me to understand.
“Shapeshift?” I questioned, confused.
“ Yeah. She said her tribe wasn’t very kind. They were malicious people who wanted what others had, and it was in their blood. That’s why my mother tried to run away from them. Even after generations passed, the tribe kept some of their magic and their hatred. I’m sure they’re still somewhere in the woods. If my mother was there, they must be too. ” Her tone wavered slightly, probably at the memory of her mother.
“It’s really saddening,” she said quietly.
I never got to sit with her and ask about her background.
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I only knew that her father arrived in the human land when she was five years old, and he was certain she would never have a wolf.
“Wait! So what happened to your mother?” I questioned, confused.
She began to play with the red thread around her wrist.
From what I remember, she told me this thread was from her mother’s old dress.
When she was born, her mother wrapped it around her wrist.
As she grew, she loosened it and adjusted it to fit.
“ Well, the tribe found her. They learned she was living with my father in the woods. They got to her and they killed her. That’s why my father ran away. He knew he was next.” She sighed, taking a deep breath and leaning back in the chair.
“ What do you mean by shapeshift? Isn’t it the same as being a werewolf?” I asked, and she shrugged.
“Maybe into some monsters,” she replied.
“My head hurts from thinking about all these tribes and ancestors. I just don’t understand why anyone would want to kill children,” I commented tiredly.
I leaned back, stretching my arms and tapping my fingers on the papers.
“I heard something,” she spoke softly, making me lift my eyes toward her.
“The two alphas that were here earlier? I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but I couldn’t help it. Your wolf woke up?” she mumbled, her voice barely audible.
The hair on the back of my neck stood up.
I swallowed hard, realizing that with her here, I couldn’t possibly hide the truth.
With the children’s sickness, word would spread that my kids had a wolf
So if they’re staying, I’ll have to tell them I have a wolf, so I can stay too.
“It’s complicated,” I replied. I guess that wasn’t a
y helpful answer.
“So you’re not coming back to the human land, then?” she asked.
“I don’t know. I don’t think they’ll let me in,” I replied.
I noticed how she anxiously straightened her posture in her seat.
“What about everything you created back there?” she continued.
All I could do was shrug. I had no idea what I would do in the future.
“All I know, Nina, is that I might not even be able to solve this case. There’s so much happening with the kids, and with the tribes getting involved, I’m not even sure we’re heading the right way,” I explained tiredly.
Then something popped up on my screen, the librarian’s number.
My eyes widened, and I grabbed the phone.
“This is an important call. I’ll take it, okay? Please keep an eye on the children,” I told her, excusing myself as I
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stood and rushed back to my bedroom.
Closing the door, I answered the call.
“Hello, did you find anything about the writer?” I asked.
“Yes, I actually got in contact with him. I’ve texted you his address,” the librarian replied.
As she gave me the good news, my energy returned.
I wanted badly to learn more about my wolf.
Remembering the librarian’s comments about grey wolves being dangerous, I was determined to find out whether it was true or just a rumor.
With that, I hung up and wrote down the address.
“I’m going alone,” I said, remembering how every time I took someone with me, something happened and rumors spread.
I couldn’t risk that anymore.
Once I decided, I put on black pants, a grey top, and a black jacket.
I tied my hair into a high ponytail, a few strands framing my face.
After placing the warriors around the suite, I left to meet Mr. Walter, the writer of the book. 1
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