Page 85 of The Alpha and His Song: Volume One

May disagreed, “He’s not.” I asked, “How would you know that?” May faltered, “Uhh, Keith told me. Yeah, he texted me.” That actually made me feel a little better even though she clearly lied about how she found out.

I asked, “Does Keith know how Isla and Justin are? That wolf clawed up her leg. Do you think it will scar? Justin was unconscious so that’s bad.” May said, “Isla and Justin are ok. Keaton’s dad knows a really good plastic surgeon who works at the hospital Chase owns. I don’t think Isla will have a scar.” I whispered, “That’s good.” They were both ok.

I fell asleep before I reached the door because it hurt too much to be awake. I was in a field when I woke up. I sighed, “Great. Am I going back to the ocean?” Wolves came running up. One wolf I was immediately drawn to.

I commented, “You’re pretty. I’ve never seen a wolf with green highlights. What am I saying? Of course I haven’t, this isn’t real but you’re pretty. The wolf was black with green stripes on the tips of her ears, and in a diamond around her head. She had two light stripes on her sides too.

Another wolf whined at me. I laughed, “Are you jealous I’m not petting you? I met some red eyed wolves today.” They both snarled. The big black one licked my face. I snorted, “Ok, maybe my dreams want me to get a dog so I’m not alone anymore. Although you’re huge, like dire wolf huge.”

The black and green wolf started convulsing. I screamed, “What’s wrong?” The black wolf was licking her face. She looked at me and the pain in her eyes made me cry harder. I asked, “How do I help you?” She slowly faded from view. I yelled, “Where did you go? Come back!”

Four more black wolves were joining the first black wolf. I whispered, “Wait, I know you.” They were in the field before with that red haired woman. Hissing sounded and I was flung backwards. They chased me, but I was gone into the abyss.

I questioned, “What is going on?” Then I heard a seriously evil chuckle. I turned around and came face to face with an older woman. She had gray hair and vacant eyes that reminded me of the people in the psych ward.

I don’t really blame myself for screaming. She looked like a villain in literally any movie made ever. Then she smiled, which was scarier, “Don’t be scared, child. You are interesting, aren’t you? You just keep trying to get around my magic. You and those inside you.”

I told her, “There’s no one inside me but me.” The creepy lady tisked, “I do not agree with keeping you in the dark on such things. You were always to know. It’s why your little visits to those places and trying to get around my magic will remain between us, my dear.” Seriously? Is she a movie villain? Like my own personal one?

I said, “Well, magic isn’t real, and neither is this.” The evil lady laughed, “It is. You’ll learn about that soon enough. Well, maybe not. I look forward to seeing which future unfolds for you. When you were first brought to me; I went to see a Seer afterwards about you.”

I snorted, “A Seer?” Her eyes flashed with danger, “Don’t interrupt me again child, or I’ll take your voice. That would be quite comical.” Ok. Whatever. I didn’t say anything. Silence enveloped us. She smiled, “Better. You have two paths, and I am quite curious which you end up on. We see each other again either way. You won’t like me, but that’s ok.”

I raised my hand. The Evil Lady snorted, “Speak child.” Well, she said she would take my voice if I did! Raising my hand seemed the way to go here. I asked, “What’s your name?” She smirked, “Valdoma.” I shrugged, “I don’t know you.”

Valdoma threw something on the floor then turned into a doctor I did know. I screamed and ran away. She was the one who dosed me in that place. Valdoma laughed, “I’ll let you go for now, child. When we meet again remember, I do find you interesting.”

I did not care what that woman found interesting. She smirked at me as I cried in pain while dosing me with those drugs. Valdoma obviously enjoyed my pain. Her interests were not something I wanted to know about.

I woke up screaming. Immy grabbed me, “Katie, hey! It was just a dream. Did you dream about the red eyed wolves?” Obviously, that's what I was going to say I was dreaming about. The actual dream was crazy.

So, I nodded while Immy rubbed my shoulders comforting me, “That was frightening, I’m sure.” I looked at my phone. I said, “Immy you need to go home, it’s late.” Immy argued, “I don’t want to leave you.” I told her, “I’m used to being alone.”

Immy hit my shoulder with hers, “Well, you’re not alone anymore. I’m here. So, you’re stuck with me. I’ve decided we are friends for life.” My friend smiled broadly then handed me an alcoholic drink and a slice of pizza. I snorted.

Several drinks later, my mind was loose, and I was depressed because I missed Keaton. Immy fell asleep while I stumbled into my computer room. I opened the laptop and signed into the email I had signed out of.

It was time to see if the mob family is still contacting me. It’s possible they lost interest in finding me. Everyone loses interest in me eventually. I’m just not that interesting. Though, in this instance that could work for me.

I did NOT need the mob to find me interesting, they could find me boring. I would be a little sad since they said we were family, but overall, it was probably for the best. I took another drink and set it down. I snorted, “Over two hundred emails. That’s a bit excessive. Oh look, the Mob Boss sent me a lot of emails. There’s Lux Vennox, and WHAT?! This is unexpected. NOXUS?!” I clicked on that one first.

Odette,

I heard you think I’d be upset with you and wanted to assure you; I am not. In fact, when I heard about you, I had lovely thoughts of what could’ve been. For all intents and purposes, I should’ve been your stepfather.

In another life, maybe even your father. Then you wouldn’t be you though, and that would be sad. My sons and I are worried about you. Please let us help you, Odette. Let me protect you as I would’ve if you’d been raised with us.

I hear you’ve met a boy who makes your head sing, hypothetically. He’s probably not good enough for my little girl, but a higher power thinks he is. I can understand the lonely life you have likely had, more than most really.

Your mother used to be different. I imagine she acts with you how her stepmother did to her at first. Unfortunately, she probably went even more extreme with you after swearing she’d never be like that. I fear that is truly the case.

Your mother is complicated. Things happened, hard things. Your mother’s and I are officially over. You were the nail in that coffin, but not for the reasons you think. It’s not that you exist, it’s the things she’s trying to do to you.

There are things you do not understand. Things that cannot be explained or believed in an email. I can explain that I cannot hold onto the love we once had for each other when Morgana is treating an innocent child the way she is. Your mother very well knows if she’d come home to me with you; I’d have protected you both. You would’ve been raised as my daughter.

I want to tell you something I know your mother has never told you: You are special and rare, Odette. Your mother was the first female born in her family line in generations. No one expected a girl in the family for quite some time.

You are more surprising than you think. Definitely more than the brother you know about. My sons are overjoyed that they have a sister and new brother to love. While they are simultaneously very worried for you. Also, they are very angry they haven’t gotten to know you for sixteen years and your brother even longer.