Chapter 66

All night, it played on my mind. Even when I woke up, I suffered from the lingering effects of the dreams this knowledge caused. I had dreamt so many possible scenarios, my dreams plagued with nightmares of each one. I needed to figure out how everything links because I am positive there is a connection in some way.

Axton believes it doesn’t link with what is happening now, but I think it somehow does. Some incessant nagging voice in my head that for once wasn’t Lexa telling me we were missing something. Something vital. Just seems like too much of a coincidence that all alphas are linked to Stiles, whose missing. And those same alphas are out to stop Axton? And now

me…

Axton passes me a thermal cup full of steaming hot coffee. He had

meetings today and is debating whether to cancel them. My mother and I still have a fair bit of packing up to do, having not finished everything yet. We still had to drag out the last of Sondra’s stuff from her room that survived Marco from the other day, we would chuck everything in storage to be sorted later.

“Are you sure you’ll be fine?” Axton asks me for the hundredth time. It’s almost like he believes I can’t survive without him holding my hand.

“Yes, it won’t take long. We’ll follow the truck back,” I tell him.

“If I finish early, I will come out and help,” he says, leaning inside the car and pecking my cheek while I start the car. I place my thermal cup in the cup holder while he pulls his jacket on. I watch him climb in his car before reversing and heading to the borderline to pick up my mother and

Luke.

This morning its particularly chilly; the rains coming, and a storm was brewing silently; I could feel it, that strange, bizarre instinct to take cover settling over me, and the faint scent of moisture in the air, the dampening smell lingering in the breeze.

over the front

rubbing the seats. He doesn’t seem to mind as he coos at his nephews while clicking in his seatbelt. My mother climbs in with a clothes basket of cleaning

the place, not filling it with more junk,” I tell

want to leave the place clean,”

out there

used to be the same back home. The house would be spotless before the cleaner came, and the poor girl would scratch her head, wondering what to do. I used to

me drag the bouncers and playpen inside to set the boys up while we get to work. Checking each room is empty while my mother frantically cleans every inch of the house. Heaven forbid the cleaners actually had

sweep the cobwebs from the banisters. I set the box by the front door before stopping to drink some of my now

owned the pack. Stiles came to me and said he believed the pack was safest in my hands; I was trying to find something to use against your father anyway,”

know Stiles was going to report dad?” she

news to

“What?”

and Dad were arguing. That is why Stiles wanted

brows furrow, and I can tell

wanted a divorce. He said your father wouldn’t let me leave and that I needed leverage, so he overrode the system so I could send off the change of titles. I never put it in my name; I sent it off for it to be placed in your name. Your father didn’t know until after I left, he only knew about the divorce. Stiles signed the

those papers?” mom nods her

would come under fire, that he was glad because he was worried about what would happen to the pack, so he offered to help me forge the documents, kept them sealed from the other council members, or tried to, but somehow he found out. So I rejected him, and well, all hell broke loose,” she sighs, glancing toward the living room to look

papers.

the porch could make your legs burn so badly? I’ve trudged up

ear and shoulder as I start rummaging for the nappies

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