Her father was a wolf, too. And just not just an ordinary one, but the leader of some pack.
“That’s ridiculous,” she murmured in uncertainty.
Marco Farkas left every month for business trips because of his company. He loved to eat meat because it was his preference. He was strong and healthy at the age of fifty-seven because he had been taking care of his diet and exercised regularly. He didn’t want her in the woods because he was protective of his only daughter.
He did all of those things because he was human – and a father – not a wolf.
No, it can’t be.
“And Franklin, your father’s assistant, is one as well,” Brandon added, as if it wasn’t obvious that she didn’t want to hear anything from him anymore. “He’s your uncle, actually. But a distan-“
“Stop. Stop!”
“You don’t have a choice.”
“And what do you want me to do? Nod and believe every word you say?” she scoffed, her blood pressure rising.
“Look, your father has been missing for three days. The pack is in turmoil because of his absence. And there is something odd about this storm,” he said, just as a sharp spark of lightning flickered, followed by a loud boom of thunder.
Allison pressed her eyes shut and covered both of her ears. “I can’t hear you,” she muttered childishly, rolling her eyes in annoyance when the thunder died down.
Brandon gave her a mocking grin.
“You’re twenty-three and still afraid of thunder and lightning.”
“So?”
“Nothing, I just find it funny. Marco is a brave man. And as an Alpha, he imposes fear amongst other wolves. And here you are – a scaredy-cat.”
She frowned.
“I’m sorry,” Brandon raised both of his hands. “As I was saying, something is odd about this storm.”
“Of course, it’s weird. It’s summer,” she retorted sarcastically, shooting him a deadly glare.
“No, it’s odd because we never experience storms around here. Heavy rainfall, yes, but no storms. This forest is under the blessing of nature fairies, and they maintain the weather here. Storms are bad omens.”
Allison felt her heart beating wildly inside her ribcage. “What do you mean?”
“Storms only happen when a wolf dies – in the forest.”
A sudden rush of anxiety and loneliness filled her heart. She was not yet ready to accept the idea that her father was a wolf. But she silently prayed that Brandon meant was wrong.
“We need to find your father. ASAP.”
“I know,” she mumbled, agreeing with the wolf-man for the first time.
“Rest. You can sleep in the bedroom, and I’ll stand guard.”
With that, the handsome stranger was replaced with the snowy wolf – leaving his clothes on the floor. Its green eyes watched her before taking its big stature to the empty couch.
“I have to say that I like your wolf form better,” Allison stated, finishing her tea, “because I can’t understand what you’re saying.”
Brandon whimpered before rolling his tongue out.
“You’re a good doggy.”
Chapter 3
