Sarah looked like she was about to break down and Harold wanted to say that she had had enough. Obviously, he could see it clearly. Sarah had heard more than her mind was willing to absorb.
“Yes, dear, but you also must know who your father is.”
Harold didn't see the point. He didn't see the point of any of it, until he heard the name. He got a little cold inside when he heard the name.
Frederick O'Hare.
Sarah must have picked up on something because she looked over at him and asked him if he knew who that was.
Harold was nervously looking over at the witch. He wanted to believe that she wouldn't rat him out, but he had a feeling that she would.
The witch was enjoying it far too much. Not only that, but he was also now beholden to the witches. There was no telling what they were going to ask for before it was all over. Or when.
“Are you going to tell her, or should I?”
Harold was looking bothered now. He didn’t want to have that conversation any longer. He met Sarah’s eyes and sighed. He really didn’t want to tell her.
“I do know your father. He is actually the reason that I am no longer in my rightful place. My pride was taken from me because of your father.”
Harold sighed again, more to himself this time. That wasn't true. Her father was just trying to protect his alpha. That's who Harold had been going after. His stepmother Katie had got him whipped into a frenzy about some of the choices his father was making. Harold knew now that she was just riling him up, probably trying to get him to take out her husband so that she could then have the power. Harold really wasn't 100% sure what Katie's intention was, just that it had completely destroyed his life.
His stepmother was still with his father, still the alpha’s queen, and he was left out in the cold. It didn't seem fair then, and it still didn't seem fair now. But more so, the idea that he finally found someone, and she would be that man’s daughter, was a bit much. That was a bit more than he was prepared for. Harold needed time to think. They both did. Sarah was likely going to have a lot of questions.
“You need to explain what happened, Harold. She needs to know what you did to her father.”
Harold sent a warning look, not caring what kind of power she had or what she could do to him. He wanted to wring her neck right then and there.
“I almost killed him. He got in between me and an enemy, and I about killed him. He was second in command to the alpha, my father. I went after my dad, probably would have done it again if given the chance.”
Harold bit out the last part. He had been truly upset to find out that he had hurt him so badly. It had not been his intention to hurt Fredrick, and the worst part was that he would have likely made him his own second. He was loyal to a fault, which was demonstrated that day.
He hated that he had never gotten the chance to tell the man that he was sorry. He had been sent away almost immediately. He never even got to see how he healed up. Or if he healed up. All he could remember of Fredrick was that he was reduced to a bloody pulp that was carried away by several people. Harold was glad that he didn't have to get into that sort of detail. He didn't want Sarah looking at him the way she was then. It would have been worse if she would have known.
Sarah was dying. She wanted to get out of there and so did he. He wasn’t stupid though, and asked the same question that Sarah had. It seemed to work well for her.
“Is there anything that I need to know?”
The witch smiled. “Now you’re learning.”
“So, what else do I need to know?”
“Your stepmother doesn’t have your wellbeing in mind.”
“I know. She is all I have, though.”
“That is not true. You need to talk to your mother, your real mother.”
“How is that possible? She's been dead since I was five.”
“You know that there are ways, Harold.”
“What will that cost me?”
“It will cost you nothing. I would like nothing more to than to give you a little peace of mind. And I want to say something else to you, something that you must know.”
“What is it that I must know?”
Harold was starting to feel like Sarah looked, overwhelmed and done with all of the information coming his way.
