Chapter Hundred and Twenty-Two – Rude Old Man.
Jaden’s POV
It’s either my mother’s journal was written when she was sleepy or the farm had been cleared.
Ralph sighed tiredly, pacing around. “The address led us to a building. It was supposed to be a farm!” he grunted.
I shared his frustration but I couldn’t help but think he somehow blamed me for it. Perhaps because I wanted to be the one to direct us.
I shoved the journal on his face. “If you see any other direction on the book, do tell me.”
He took the journal with a small smile and felt around it. “This book is almost fifty years old.”
Was that what he should be checking?
I cleared my throat and he opened the pages, squinting his eyes to see the tiny letters. “The farm should be right here though.”
I snatched the book from him. “Exactly! And since it isn’t, there are chances it was cleared by the owner of that house.”
He looked up at the building and his eyes enlarged. “Yes, yes, they may have cleared the farm to build a house.”
My shoulders fell, it took him that long to figure? Sometimes he was more theory and no practical. “Let’s go say hi.”
He held me from moving. “Why should we say hi? We should ask about the cure! It’s the second day already and Chris is still blind…”
“I mean we should go talk to them. ‘Say hi’ was figurative, Ralph!” I screamed on his face.
He let go of me. “Oh.”
I couldn’t help but think he acted oblivious just to piss me off.
“Let’s go say hi then.” He trotted towards the house. I sighed then followed.
We knocked on the door. I looked around and found the house quite deserted as there’s no other house for miles.
“Who the hell now!” a gruff voice screamed.
Ralph frowned at the impoliteness. “Well, why don’t you come check and learn some manners while at it!”
That’d take a while. I smiled at my own joke.
The door finally opened and a middle aged man peeked out. He adjusted the glasses on his nose and sighed. “What bills haven’t I paid?”
“We aren’t here to reprimand you for any bill. We are here to ask about the farm here, where is it?” Ralph asked.
I blocked him, pushing him back. What did he mean by ‘where is it’? It’s obviously cleared out.
“What my friend meant is the farm, before the house, the plant grown, is there a way we can get it?” I grinned.
“Well, my relatives took the seeds of the plant and went downtown. They sell the extract at Boots and Rivers market now.” He shrugged.
Ralph looked down, realizing we were closer to the cure than we thought but had to travel for it.
“Why do you ask?” the man asked.
“A friend of mine got blind in a fight so we were asked to look for a solution.” I replied. “Thank…”
“Was he fighting a Lycan? Does those beast till exist? Hmmm. Joanna wasn’t worth the hype after all.”
I zoned off for a while. The fact he interrupted me, with his annoying gruff voice, was infuriating as it was.
Then he was calling my mother by his first name and insinuating she was underrated!
My mother, in her journal, had referred him as a friend. She’d be so disappointed to hear how he valued her in front of strangers.
“Joanna? Like my Alpha Joanna?” Ralph frowned. He turned to me. “Did you hear him?”
I did but it was best to let it go. We got our answer.
“Your Alpha?” the man chuckled. “That old lady was still an Alpha. What about her sons? She can’t trust men to lead her pack? Pity.”
My fists clenched by my sides. I turned and stomped out. Ralph stayed back, glaring at him.
“You’re a pathetic old man, abandoned by his kin, but still badmouths a successful woman.”
That was deep.
“Ralph!” I hollered. “Don’t do that, let’s go!”
The old man, went back, holding unto the door. “Ralph? You are Ralph under Alpha Joanna? Isn’t that her Beta in training?”
I pulled Ralph with me but the man pulled him back. “I need to talk with him, I have a message he needs to deliver to Joanna’s son.”
“Actually, I am very sure he doesn’t care about your message.” I responded.
“He should. It’s about the whereabouts of his father and the Lycan his mother fought.”
What related my father to the Lycan? Did my mother hibernate my father cause of the Lycan?
“The Lycan that made her blind?” I asked.
“Yes, Logan Paul! An Alpha Lycan King. Your mother killed all his sons! You really need to talk to her son. That Lycan will come back!”
Logan Paul? My hands on Ralph loosened and the old man, still pulling Ralph, fell with him.
As I speculated, the Lycan was actually Logan. And my mother killed his sons? News around said he killed his family.
This old man might be my mother’s friend back in the day but his memory might be worse than his manners mow.
I groaned, dragging Ralph off the old man. “We will be leaving now. Thank you sir. Goodbye.”
Was Logan back for revenge? He didn’t have a motive for his attack all the while. Could it really be revenge?
“If it was, then he should be raiding our pack, but so far, he only hits the weaker packs harder. Like a coward troublemaker.” My wolf noted.
I had to agree. If Logan had a bone to pick with my mother, he should come to her pack.
And my mother wouldn’t kill innocent sons because their father was a bastard, unless they deserved it. But I still doubt she did.
It wasn’t in her journal.
“And now I remember, I haven’t started my own journal.” I smiled.
It was a tradition within Black Rose Alphas to know the adventures of the past Alphas.
Ralph dusted his clothes and hair. “I haven’t met a crazier, ill-mannered, and lonelier man in my whole life.”
I admitted with a nod.
“What do you think? Logan was here for revenge?” my Beta asked me.
“I don’t think so. He barely attacks us.”
“So he’s delusional, depressed, and seeking attention?” Ralph enumerated.
“More like seeking death but yeah.” I tsked.
Ralph sighed, taking the journal and flipping through it. “I still think your mother should return, at least to finish this fight with Logan.”
“She doesn’t need to.” she had her son to do it. And this was basically Rihanna’s destiny now.
When I think of it, Rihanna acted a lot like my mom. I smiled. Those two deserved the world.