New Wolf novel Chapter 78

The drive to my father's lair consisted three hours filled with continuous phone calls from Sage, which all I let go to voice mail, and over fifty text messages that I am yet to read. Hearing his voice would be too distracting and I needed to focus, so I ended up dispersing the phone amongst the car. Call me crazy but this way I won't be tempted to contact him. I could only image the pain he's enduring. We've just mated, after all, not to mention engaged- and I left him soon after. I'd feel abandoned.

I pulled up at the eerie looking saltbox house and just took it in for a moment. The paint was beginning to peel off due to overexposure of rain, but it could be that it was really old. The building seemed rustic now, with moss almost everywhere in sight and leaves carelessly falling onto the brown-stained roof. It was probably the creepiest house to ever come across, which might be a good thing if my father was planning to steer away the curiosity. But there was a time when the house was pleasant, and it was the first time I ever saw it. Now it just looked withering and abandoned.

I took a breath and pushed open the car door. The more time I waste reminiscing, the less I have to gather information.

As I neared the rotting door, I realized the first problem in my investigation. There was not only one, but multiple rusty locks and chains all over the house. My eyes scanned the area until they landed on a rock large enough to break one of them. I began hammering like a madman until I accidentally smashed my finger, breaking my nail in three places. I cursed every bad word in existence as the blood began to surface and the pounding sensation began. I hissed and threw the rock at a random location and marched up to the door. I closed in to see if I caused any damage but strangely, it didn't leave a scratch.

I was about to fetch the tire wrench from my car when a logo on one of the locks caught my eye. It was like the insignia behind my ear, four intersecting arrows, and two dots. I found myself reaching out to the dials and chose four numbers without my mind registering so.

4-2-6-2

"But your mother said it was better if we made you forget... still I knew it hurt you every time she left. Somehow I felt like you always remembered her, even when you didn't."

There was shuffling in the background before his face appeared on the screen. He was wearing the same mustard-colored shirt that I tried to make him get rid of for years, his grey-brown hair was tousled wildly and standing awkwardly in some places, the cigarette was just a bud now between his fingers, and it had me wondering when he suddenly picked up smoking. Overall, he looked worn out.

"I didn't think I'd be telling you this, well, like this..." he chuckled. "Being dead was something I always saw coming and, I really wasn't expecting them to come at me like this..." he frowned. "Just imagine, the Raider's former leader taken down by his own creation. Unfortunate isn't it." he paused. "I suppose you know everything now seeing that you're here. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you before and to make you find out like this. I swear the amount of lies I spewed at you should have you not even wanting to be here, that's if you figured them out yet. But you've done good for yourself this far, so I see you're getting there. I never wanted you to be a part of this, neither did your mother and if they can't trace us by tracking her, she had to stay away. Tylon wasn't a safe place with the Raiders taking over and they'd kill us if we ever came back. I knew we wouldn't be safe out here either but it bought us a lot of time, and I just wished I had a little more."