“Welcome again, everyone, to this meeting. I am sure that I am not the only one with questions. Well, we try to get as many answers as we can so that we can clear any misunderstanding between us.” Peter started, his eyes skimming from his mate, to his son, to Sheila and Lucille and finally to the group of seven which were just beside Lucille.
They had preferred to sit together. To him, Sheila seemed to be okay with the vampires. Was it because her daughter had come with them? Indeed, he would have to be patient to find out why.
“In that effect, each of our visitors, starting from Lucille, will explain their side of the story, so that we all can know the next step to take. Lucille dear, I am sure that you have done an introduction before, but for the sake of the new people, please do it again. I am sure they will appreciate it.” Peter said, eyes moving to Kane and Freya, who nodded at his statement.
They were curious about Lucille’s history, for entirely different reasons though.
Lucille let out a deep breath, tightened her grasp on Sheila’s hand, before rising to the occasion of her call.
Her eyes strayed to Kane who winked at her.
Damn that beautiful creature. She cussed, before turning her face away from him immediately.
She faced the crowd rather, choosing that over facing Kane or Derek who was staring at her, an apology well drawn on his eyes. She hated to think that he had not only rejected her sister, but also pushed her away from the pack.
“Okay. Hello everyone. Well, I don’t know…It feels weird repeating myself.” She muttered, a bit startled when she felt a hand squeeze her left hand.
She turned sharply, face down, knowing that her mother was by her right.
It was Freya. Her sister wanted to know.
Freya hadn’t been there when she had introduced herself. She breathed out again. This time nervously, wondering the next minute, why she was nervous.
Calm down cara mia. I’m here with you. If you don’t want to talk, you can tell the alpha to get the hell out. We can talk about you later when we leave the pack.
Exactly. It was him. Kane.
He was the one that was making her this nervous, and tongue tied. She couldn’t explain the feeling, but she felt overwhelmed under his gaze.
Could he stop looking at her for a second?
That would be impossible piccolo. I have searched many centuries for a life mate, and have waited through lifetimes. No way am I losing sight of you now. Should I lend you my strength?
Did he say centuries?
Lucille shook her head, not wanting any of Kane’s strength. She just wanted him to leave her alone. She didn’t like the fact that he was in her head.
“Lucille, are you okay?” That was Sheila this time.
She had noticed the look of apprehension on her daughter’s face, and was not liking it one bit. “It’s okay if you don’t want to introduce yourself again. You can do it when you play catch up with your sister.”
Lucille shook her head. No, she wanted to do it-not because she didn’t get her mother’s point, but because she wanted to challenge Kane. She refused to do any of his bidding, even the slightest suggestion. He seemed dangerous, and she didn’t want that.
Wasn’t there some cool mate around? And there was the fact that he drank blood?
Again, she couldn’t help but wonder what her sister was doing with them? Who exactly was her father? Did her mother sleep with a vampire? Was she mated to one?
“My name is Lucille, and I was raised by parents who I thought were mine until Sheila came over a few days ago. She explained to me that she had been in coma for more than 18 years, hence her absence. And well, here we are, in the pack that had ousted my sisters.” Lucille concluded her statement with a snort, aware of the gasp that had escaped Freya’s mouth when she had mentioned that their mother had been in coma for the past eighteen years, actually after giving birth to them.
Kane was smiling widely to the amazement of Blenda, who hadn’t for once seen him smile genuinely. It was beautiful.
She was amused too by Lucille’s sarcasm. It reminded her of Freya. The girl could be a darling, but sometimes, when she doesn’t have her way, she can be fiesty, especially with Yodah.
“Thank you Lucille.” Peter said, deliberately ignoring the sarcasm, before placing his eyes on Freya who furrowed her eyebrows before standing with Yodah since they had come to the pack the first time, at the same time.
She noticed that the attention fixed on both of them were sharper including that of her sister and mother.
For a second, she wished that Emma was with them.
From the look on Peter’s face just before he beckoned on her with his eye, he had thought that Lucille was a hard nut to crack, but she believed that Lucille didn’t even come close to Emma. That one was a stone, impossible to crack. She smiled at the thought.
They are waiting for you to speak. She heard Aiden in her head, and looked up, her eyes scanning the hall.
She wondered if she should greet, but then decided against it. They didn’t deserve her greeting.
“I am Freya, as most of you know. I am a hybrid. Not a werewolf of course. I am sure of that-glad I didn’t get that gene though.” Freya started.
“No offense mom.” She said, giving Sheila a side glance.
Sheila shrugged. She understood her daughter’s anger against the pack.
“I was trained by the dark witch, Leonarya. She has always been a mother figure. Well, she had told me that she was my mother, even though I had always doubted her words, seeing that she picked me from an orphanage when I was eight. I had no idea how I had gotten there. The matron wouldn’t say anything till date. Leonarya trained me from there on, sent me to high school. And then to college where I met Yodah, my best friend. I had connected with him like I had never done with anybody. With time, I found out why, especially when I met his family.”
Freya heard Aiden growl in her head then and rolled her eyes. The man was so damn jealous.
Why would you use the word close connection? That should be just for me and you. I’m already tolerating the best friend slogan. Why dump this on me?
Aiden asked.
Freya sighed.
The man was a big crybaby.
“The reason why we had connected so strongly was because I was of his kind, well partly. As I mentioned earlier. I am a hybrid.” she concluded, folding her arms across her chest when peter asked her a question.
“What kind is that? Who is your other part?”
“I am an ancient, and then a mage. I thought the last part would be obvious.” She muttered, aware that they all could hear the rude remark.