Nix came back.Loki said yes, he has done magic in front of everyone here.
I stood up. “Grandma. I need you. I have questions.”
Everyone else stopped talking and turned to me. “What is she talking about?” Someone whispered.
A soft voice caused me to spin.. “Oh.”
“Grandma.” I faced her as she looked around the room.
“Well then.” She sighed as her eyes met mine. “By the look on your dad’s face, I can only assume you have a lot of questions for me.” She sighed.
“Who the fuck is that?” One of the Alpha’s whispered and I laughed. Because what else could I do?
I turned to face the men sitting. “As you know, my father has magic. His magic stems from his parentage. As I assume, you all know. His mother, my actual grandmother, was the daughter of the first family. The first line of wolves. What you probably didn’t know was that the first wolf was a son of a witch. A powerful line that had settled in the area years before anyone else. The three faced goddess couldn’t save her son, so the moon goddess did. But his father…Garith, is the son of a witch who fell in love with a wolf.” I turned to my grandmother. “This is his mother.”
“The witch?”
My grandmother smiled. “Yes, that’s me.” She reached out to cup my face. “How are you, my love?”
“Confused.” I smiled at her and raised my hand to hers. I couldn’t feel her, but I closed my eyes and pretended.
“That’s okay. Being confused just means you don’t have all the information.” Her voice was soft, and I nodded.
“Exactly.” I opened my eyes. “Garith…”
I watched her eyes flash as she took in a deep breath. Then she turned to my dad. “I wanted so much more for you, my boy.”
My dad swallowed past the lump in my throat. “He’s dead.” He said it, but his words rose at the end like a question.
My grandmother shook her head. “No. He’s not.”
My dad sagged. “How?” His voice was a soft whisper.
My grandmother walked over to him and tried to rest a hand on his shoulder. “You know how. He has magic, as much as you, even if he didn’t want to accept it.”
There were a few murmurs. “So he used magic to escape.” Thoth growled low.
She nodded. “Aye. He has been making the others that follow him dance like puppets. He was and still is a foolish boy.” She turned to me. “He hates you. He hates your father, but he has turned most of his wrath to you.”
My dad shot up. “Why?”
“Because she is a female who is stronger than he is. Smarter than he is. He hates when someone is seen as better than him.” She shook her head. “I raised my child to be forgiving, sweet, and loving. But when his wolf came, he shifted. His mind became obsessed with the first family. With the old King. The lycans.”
Thoth snorted. “So this was all because he wasn’t a Lycan?”
She shook her head. “I don’t know why he turned out this way. He was always accepted in this pack. Always cared for. But his obsession turned dark, and I knew we couldn’t tell him the truth.”
“The truth?” Alpha Tim questioned.
My dad tilted his head. “That’s why my mother commanded me to never tell him we were the first line.”
My grandmother nodded. “He never loved her. He just wanted the power that came from this pack. But he was focused on finding the first. Or some way to trace back the power to the Goddess. He never suspected that the thing he was looking for was right under his nose. Your ma’s father made sure of it.”
The others in the room watched as my father processed the idea that his dad was still alive. “My mom?”
My grandmother pursed her lips but shook her head. “He didn’t want or need her anymore.” She looked down at the floor. “She wasn’t his first victim, nor his last.” He nodded once.
“Why did he stick around so long if he didn’t want to be here?” Ronnie questioned.
