Merida
We will either find a way. Or make one.
From one wall to another, I pace back and forth.
Back and forth.
Melody is riled again. Something within him, wanting, no needing to run to Mia. Something is wrong. I don't know what but something is horribly wrong.
But the only thing currently keeping me at bay, well the second thing, was a phone call from Father earlier.
He told me to stay in the pack, and that under no circumstance was I to leave here. That he'll explain once he got back.
Typically, I would have no problem obeying an order such as this. There was something tense behind his tone that tipped me off. But shortly after we ended the phone call. Melody became agitated for some strange reason that he wouldn't tell me.
But we know.
Somewhere deep within my soul, I could feel something was off with my mate. She was panicking.
I should call her.
I should definitely call her.
But want the hell would I even say?
Where would I even think to begin?
It's not like she left me on good terms.
We growl in frustration. My Father is telling me to stay yet my wolf is telling me to leave. But why? Mia could be panicking for many reasons. Perhaps she forgot something, or she's probably rushing to catch a bus.
"Maybe we're just misunderstanding." I tell Melody in hopes it might calm him down. But my attempts are futile as Melody nearly takes over in anger, yet I pull him back at the right time.
Running my fingers through my hair, I ponder what it is about wolves that makes them so stupidly secretive about everything.
Taking a deep a breath, I attempt to organize my thoughts. Okay, one, it's possible Mia might have magic, a type similar to the people Dr.Scott mentioned.
Two, she left with Alex to deal with something.... Something that she's currently she's panicking about. The thought sends a growl from Melody through me. Okay, change that, it's probably not even related.
Three, Father told me to stay in the pack. So it seems, tracking Mia's father Desmond's letter and visiting the old house bared some results. Whether those results are good or bad, only time will tell.
Father wants me to stay, but my instincts to see Mia is pulling me otherwise.
I look over to a small family photo hanging above Father's fireplace. Two sets of blue eyes stare back at me. One from my mother, Natalie, and the other from my older brother Elijah. If Eli, were still alive, it'll be him running the pack temporarily instead of me. Hell, if he were here, I'm sure Father would've sent him to establish ties with other packs.
Something I'm currently not able to do, though it has nothing to do with me specifically and more on the how the packs themselves view things. Which frustrates me even more.
Some packs won't acknowledge an heir who isn't first-born or male, some don't acknowledge same-sex mate bonds. One pack, in particular, won't even see a wolf as a true wolf until they've killed a person.
If Eli were still alive, I doubt he'll have to worry about any of that. He'll have a beautiful female by his side and won't have to worry about her running off to God knows where. Hell, they might even have a kid on the way. He'll have his head on straight, his mind clear. He won't make mistakes, or make the wrong decision. He'll have everyone and everything in line.
He would've been an Alpha that any Father would be proud of.
If this were him in this situation, what choice would he make? How would he resolve this internal turmoil?
Elijah might ...
Kristen bursts into the office, causing my head to spin. I'm ready to scold her for her interruption, but she stops me short, telling the one thing that sends my body moving before I could even think.
"It's Mia." She bursts out with tears in her eyes. "They called- one of them is hurt. Dead maybe."
I snatch a jacket from the door, not caring whether it's mine and mindlink the Beta.
Take over till I get back. No one leaves the pack till Father returns.
Understood. He shot back.
I take the stairs into the pack's downstairs garage. Driving would take a day, day and a half at least. That's too long. Pulling a set of black keys from the wall , I pick the fastest car in the garage. I hop in and immediately send a call to our private jet staff, on one of the smaller runways in the area.
Just as I hang up, Kristen hops in the car beside me with a duffle bag in hand. "I'm going."
I don't have time to question, nor do I care to, as Melody hits the gas and we floor it.
Somewhere deep in the back of my mind. I know with a solid certainty. I didn't know how I knew but somewhere deep in my soul it told me that Eli would've done the same, regardless of the consequences.
And that feeling only grew stronger with every mile as we headed west.
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