Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 57

Chapter 57 – Папа?

Evie

I chewed through my piece of rye toast, topped with the last of my cheese omelette, reading over everything Astennu and Badru had given me on the tablet. Lucy had sat perched over my shoulder, reading out to Tamlyn as I ate breakfast, trying to digest everything; the food and the information.

How does a pack of wolves that walk around on two legs, stay hidden, then suddenly come out to the world and then vanish?

‘Kamchatka peninsula isn’t exactly local to anything,’ Evva sighed, straining to make sense of things as my finger ran along the map image on the screen. ‘Who exactly would spot them out there? The reindeer?’

‘True… but I wonder what made them go into hiding and why did they stop hiding?’

Aside from a few human populations, there were no other pack settlements east of the Ural Mountains of Russia. The peninsula’s landscape was dominated by volcanoes, active volcanoes. They could have stayed hidden forever and the world may never have known they ever existed; outside of the myths and rumours, that is.

As I finished my last slice of toast, Lucy took the plate from me, busying herself tidying up. She did this when she was stressed.

“How did you like it? I tried making the eggs with some different flavours this time,” and she began rambling about the cheeses she had used.

“Lucy,” I grabbed her hand to stop her. “They were perfect, just like everything you make.”

She had come to my room with breakfast, not long after the twins had left. The omelettes had smelt like heaven. Every scent held a slightly sharper edge now that I was beginning to pick up on all the nuances, as my senses settled into place. Lucy said she was doing fine, but she looked on edge. A permanent crinkle was etched across her forehead and she seemed to flinch at sudden movements.

In 24 hours of being unconscious from shifting, I had missed so much. She may have been free of the mate bond and a mate that was unworthy of her, but what had it truly cost?

“Can we see?” Lucy’s eyes flitted down to the blurred picture of what was thought to be a lycan. “Your wolf?”

Tamlyn snorted, “yeah, just whip it out, miss lycan.”

“I suppose, but not here. Evva gets a little big,” I eyed the ceiling of my small room. “Let’s head out to the forest.”

Out in the woods at the back of the pack house, I began to strip. Lucy instantly turned her head, muttering about nakedness. She had to be the most prudish werewolf I had ever met when it came to nudity. I handed my clothes to Tamlyn to hang onto while I prepared myself for the shift, praying it wouldn’t be as bad as the first.

It wasn’t, but neither was it pleasant or easy. This time, it was akin to having my limbs slowly torn off, rather than the addition of my skin set alight in flames and thousands of searing needles puncturing my bones.

Evva took control over our wolf form once we stood, stretching and shaking out our fur, loosening our muscles. Our breathing came out in deep grunts, resonating from deep in our chest.

“That had better be your wolf breathing,” Tamlyn commented at the sound.

Lucy steadily cracked an eye open and her jaw along with it when she saw us. “Oh my goddess!”

Evva slowly pirouetted on the tip of our toe, giving our audience the show it deserved, as she put it, despite the fact that there was only Lucy to see it.

“What! Come on, describe,” Tamlyn rattled her arm.

She stepped forward with her hand out as Lucy described our appearance, her finger sliding up and down our fur.

‘Whoa, hey,’ we jerked away from her hand when she inadvertently dropped lower. ‘Save that for Suzanna at home.’

“We should all go for a run together,” Lucy’s face lit up.

“Shoot, I’m down,” Tamlyn used her cane to guide herself to the nearby tree and hung my clothing over the low branch, along with hers.

I closed my eyes for Lucy’s benefit, so she could shift to her strawberry russet wolf, Lobelia, and I heard Tamlyn shift to her wolf, Tomoe. Poor Lobelia, her tiny wolf looked like a little stuffie next to Evva. Tomoe’s glossy black wolf was quite larger, but still dwarfed by us.

led. Tomoe and Tamlyn gripped the tip of our tail’s fur when we reached the steeper and more uneven inclines. I finally felt like a real wolf, instead of feeling like I was an imposter. To not just run with my

back. Being an Omega, she

Where are you?’

back to the pack house? I just

patrol with his brother? He didn’t sound as though he was hopping on the mind-link

you get there, stay there and wait for me.

crashed down my spine. Were we in

can feel your panic,’ he quickly added. ‘Don’t worry. It’s nothing bad. It’s about as opposite

the familiar tingles play across my temples and dance along my neck. As my head poked out the hole, a pair of strong arms swept me off my feet, Badru, crashing his lips to mine in a kiss so deep, my tongue was almost

was a Gone With The

can hear the suction,” Tamlyn wrinkled her nose and clapped her hands

“There’s no other way to say this. There’s a man that came to our borders. His name is Konstantin, he’s on his

laughed in my mind,

sure? What if-” Lucy

all we needed… you look and sound a lot like him, minus the beard and

focused solely on two words, my father. There had always been this lingering pull that something was out there. I had always assumed it was my wolf,

waiting for?! Go!” Lucy

requires

glanced over his shoulder, but my feet were on autopilot, guiding me in a

the feeling I now had a name to. The trees blurred past in hues of browns, greens and white from the snow. I knew Badru followed closely, pulling me out of the

stood two figures, recognised for two very different reasons. One was Astennu, and my heart skipped a beat as it always did when he was near. The other? A deep profound recognition took hold; my wolf’s spirit identifying his… our

carried on the breeze along with his scent, solnyshko and heartwarming smell of the mountains. Both were an echo of some beautiful memory. I couldn’t blink as I drew nearer, afraid

a pair of thick eyebrows, my eyes were reflected back at me, in identical hues of grey and blue. I could see the hint of a scar

rooted to the spot, our eyes never once dropping the other’s intense

my father whispered, his heavy Russian accent

and the first tear slipped, followed by another, as he raised a trembling hand to

Evgeniya…

croaked, a missing puzzle piece falling into place for

his thumbs wiped under my eyes, even though the shimmer in his was just as

mine, nuzzling against me just as I had

me, wrapping around my back and he peppered my hairline with kisses. It was the sort of safety that I had always wanted, one I never thought I would ever experience. Not the security that came from a mate. That, I already had, twice over. This was the security only a

did you know?” I

to him. “When your wolf…”

“Evva.”

she appeared for you, I knew it would only

is normal for lycans to get their wolf before they

you have felt, lycan shift is not pleasant,” his brows furrowed deeply, most likely

was a bag of d***s,

waited 23 years to give this,” my father opened his coat, looking for an inside pocket, and retrieved something shiny and silver-coloured.

it over in my hands, spotting the stamp for white gold. Flipping it over,

Евгения

вереск

Константин

traced the top line. “Yours.” He traced the bottom line next. “Mine.” The middle name, his thumb lingered on.

a little faded, but it didn’t detract from the beautiful woman it depicted with shiny ginger hair and pale hazel eyes. Her name, Heather, suited her

for a brief moment, I had completely forgotten we weren’t

wary, not suspicious of the offer, but

No one is about to

pack house did not end well,” he stared down at the picture of my