Rejected To Be Your Second Chance novel Chapter 70

　　　~Kade~

　　I was blocking the door. Tracey’s hands were jabbing at me, her eyes glaring in their golden hue, and her canines bared as drops of sweat formed on her forehead. Her father grabbed her shoulders and held her back against him, but she didn't stop trying to break free. Her parents knew the risk of going in blind; the chances of getting out were close to none. I had thought for myself many times, going in there and grabbing Layla, but if I failed, she would be the one paying the steepest price. "Think about your sister!" Her father said.

　　"I AM!" Her arms flew up, and she broke free from his hold.

　　Bolting towards me, I raised my head, and my wolf stepped forward.

　　"Layla will die, and her blood will be on your hands." Tracey stopped; her eyes changed back, and her lips fell in a pout.

　　"She’s all alone," Tracey whimpered. My heart shattered and fell into my gut.

　　"I know that, and I'm doing everything I can to change that."

　　"Let’s sit back down," Samira said and gently stroked Tracey’s arm as she led her back to the table. Watching their backs and their hunched necks had my feeling of urgency spiking to an all-time high. The door opened up behind me, and Mason walked in.

　　"Everything is ready."

　　I looked out over their heads; everyone was whispering, some were gawking, and others were biting their lips and tugging their shirts down. The she-wolves of this pack really had no shame; I thought it would bother the males, but they were staring in awe as much as the girls were. One punched another’s shoulder; they were getting riled up, howling, and laughing as they stared with anticipation. Little did they know this wouldn't be an easy change of leadership.

　　"Your former Alpha, Alpha Sebastian, will not be coming back. After a stay with me at my pack, things were said and done, and Sebastian, along with his family, will go on with their lives as rogues—" "So he’s alive?" Someone asked.

　　"For now." The smiles dimmed drastically, and arms fell heavily at the sides of their slumped bodies. "I am your new Alpha; if that will be a problem for someone, then feel free to either challenge me or leave the pack never to return. Is that clear?" People started looking around when a loud breach was heard. A row of members was being pushed to the side and grunted when they stumbled into each other.

　　"Where is he? Where is Sebastian!" It was that girl; what was her name again? I looked back at Mason; he leaned in.

　　"Missy," he whispered, and I nodded my head. Right, Missy, Sebastian’s replacement after he lost Layla.

　　Her hand grasped at her chest and her eyes were bloodshot red. She was heaving by the time she came up to us.

　　"Where is he?" She screamed at the top of her lungs.

　　"He’s preoccupied at the moment." I said. Her eyes narrowed down, and her lips tightened. Her shaking hand rose slowly and with a stick-thin finger, she pointed it at me.

　　"I swear that if you hurt him, I will—"

　　"Let’s continue," Samira was brewing coffee, and Tracey was just brewing.

　　She was biting her nail and kicking with her leg, but as soon as he saw me, she straightened up. She was clearly ready to plan.

　　"There’s something you need to know first, Alpha,"

　　"Please, just Kade," I said and gratefully accepted the cup that Samira placed in my hands.

　　They sat down with wary expressions on their faces, and their bodies turned stiff the longer that the silence continued.

　　"You see, we don't think that Layla is your ordinary Emberclaw wolf. She’s different. Whatever need they have for her is most likely connected to the powers she holds. Powers that I haven't heard anyone else possess. We were waiting for you to bring it up, to mention your findings, and that perhaps those powers would be mentioned in others as well, but you haven't so far, and I don't think you will."

　　"What powers?" I asked slowly. My eyes narrowed on Samira, my elbows pressed against the table as I leaned forward, and I saw the hesitation to continue.

　　"When Layla was little, she had these odd moments, beyond the others, where she would want something, and instead of saying it, she would—" Henry nodded his head and grabbed his wife's hand. "Instead of saying it, she would show us." Samira’s eyes hardened. "We would see it in our minds and know what it was that she wanted."