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"

lip curling slightly in distaste. Her eyes

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

exchanged a glance, and I rolled

in the living room, we climbed the creaky

could easily touch each wall on either side if he stretched out his arms. The bed was just a cr***was

my *

first

school notebooks and papers and drawings. The walls were dotted with mold

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cold winters in here with

warm.

I began rifling through my

uttered a word, although

connecting us.

"What are these?

magazine pictures that had been cut and pasted together; a model's smiling face taped onto

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

he reached

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

eyes. But as I rifled through some old papers

like this," he

turned in his arms, burying

said softly. "My first home was much nicer

creaked. We turned to see my mother standing in the doorway, her eyes narrowed. She

her tone flat. There was no

in his embrace. "I always

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

me sooner,"

finally extricated myself from Edwin's arms, turning to face-her fully. "I just found out myself. But even if I'd known before, why should

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