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.

the surrounding forest, keeping our pace to match Lucy’s small wolf. She wasn’t the fastest, but she was agile enough to cope with the craggy terrain our path 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 mates, but to run with my friends, just

Lucy were starting to slow, so we decided to head back. Being an

are you?’ Badru

to the pack house? I just went for a run with

brother? He didn’t sound as though he

wait for

of panic crashed down my spine. Were we

added. ‘Don’t worry. It’s nothing bad. It’s about as opposite as bad as you can

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

was a Gone With The Wind level

get a room, you two. I can hear the suction,” Tamlyn wrinkled her nose and clapped her hands

came to our

awkwardly laughed in my mind, ‘where’s the

you be sure?

Badru cut in. “A thirty-second conversation was all we needed… you look and sound a lot like him, minus the beard and thick

this lingering pull that something was

you waiting for?! Go!” Lucy shoved me, smacking

Lucy’s security if she requires it and

Tam,’ Badru glanced over his shoulder, but my feet were

The trees blurred past in hues of browns, greens

lining one side. And on the far side, stood two figures, recognised for two very different reasons. One was Astennu, and my heart skipped a beat as it always did when

and heartwarming smell of the mountains. Both were an echo of some beautiful memory. I couldn’t blink as I drew nearer, afraid if I did, the vision of the

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 that ran down the left side of his face, not that I cared or focused

the spot, our eyes never once dropping the

his heavy Russian accent apparent all

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

Evgeniya…

croaked, a missing puzzle piece falling into place for the two of

eyes, even though the shimmer in his was just as strong, his tears disappearing into

forehead against mine, nuzzling against me just as I had seen so many parents do

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

did you know?”

my chin up to him. “When your wolf…” he paused,

“Evva.”

I knew it would only be matter of time till you

to get their wolf before they shift?” I sniffled, wiping at my

As you have felt, lycan shift is not pleasant,” his

a bag of

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

in my hands, spotting the stamp for white gold. Flipping it over, I noticed three words delicately, but somewhat crudely,

Евгения

вереск

Константин

thumb traced the top line. “Yours.” He traced the bottom line next. “Mine.” The middle name, his thumb lingered on. “And your mother, Heather, moye tsvetochek, my

from the beautiful woman it depicted with shiny ginger hair and pale hazel eyes. Her name, Heather, suited her well. There were a few similar features we

for a brief moment, I had completely forgotten we weren’t alone. “We’ll get you

My father looked wary, not suspicious of the offer, but

be our guest. No one is about to question

in a pack house did not end well,”