Chapter 152 Audrey

My stomach twisted into knots into knots at the sight of that peeling paint, that overgrown lawn, those cracked windows. letting in the cold late-autumn air.

The sight of my childhood home brought back a flood of memories I had tried hard to forget. The house looked even more dilapidated than I remembered, the porch sagging slightly and the windows clouded with grime.

Edwin pulled up to the curb, and we just sat there in silence for several long moments. My throat bobbed painfully as I stared up at that place through the windshield. "We don't have to do this, you know."

The sound of Edwin's voice, smooth as butter, caressed the inside of my head. I turned to look at him and saw a gentle, if not pained, expression. I had warned him that my childhood home was... a mess, although I hadn't dared to send those images through our bond.

I didn't even want to remember them myself, let alone burden him with them.

Drawing in a deep breath, I shook my head and said softly, "It's fine. We just need to grab a couple of things and then we'll leave.

"You sure?" He covered my thigh with his hand. His touch sent a wave of warmth through our bond, trying to soothe my anxiety.

*Positive." I nodded, even though I felt my wolf curl up tightly inside of me as if trying to.. hide.

Edwin nodded, his jaw set. We walked up to the door, dodging weeds that had sprung up through cr**ks in the concrete path

I didn't bother knocking. As we entered, the musty smell of neglect hit me harder than ever scent of stale cigarette smoke, old food, and something unidentifiable made me wrinkle my nose.

with

my

enhanced senses.

The

My parents were in the living room, as usual, my father glued to the TV and my mother absently flipping through a magazine. Neither looked up as we entered.

"Mom, Dad," I called out, my voice wavering slightly as we stood in the doorway. "Tm.. I'm home. This is Edwin, my fated. mate"

gave Edwin a once-over, her lip curling slightly in distaste.

meet you," she said, her tone anything but welcoming. She turned back

I exchanged a glance, and I

parents in the living room, we climbed the

either side if he stretched out his arms.

my *

first

desk in the corner, surprisingly, still piled high with high school notebooks and papers and drawings. The walls were

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cold winters in here with nothing but that one blanket to keep

warm.

began rifling through my desk drawers. "It has to be

along the drawings and posters taped to the walls. He still hadn't uttered a word, although I could feel a heady mixture

connecting us.

"What are these?

to see him pointing at a cluster of fashion magazine pictures that had been cut and pasted

cluster of sketches that resembled those Frankenstein- esque creations. "Eventually, I taught myself to sketch

he reached for the sketch. "May

and he plucked it from the wall with the utmost care, studying it closely. "You were talented

my work then, if only to hide the tears that sprang to my eyes. But as I rifled through some old papers in a drawer, looking for anything resembling a birth certificate, I felt Edwin's arms wrap

this,"

burying my face

this," I said softly. "My

floorboard creaked. We turned to see my mother standing in the doorway, her eyes narrowed. She looked between us, her gaze lingering on Edwin's arms

now?" she asked, her tone flat. There was no curiosity in her voice, no concern or interest. Just

me. I straightened, meeting her gaze, remaining in his embrace. "I always have been.

wondering if she'd have any questions, or even **k a smile at the fact that I'd found my fated mate. But she just

told me sooner," she said,

extricated myself from Edwin's arms, turning to face-her fully. "I just found out myself. But even

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