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"

her lip curling slightly in distaste. Her eyes flicked over me, and I thought I saw

anything but welcoming. She turned back to her

glance, and I rolled

the living room, we climbed

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

my *

first

papers and drawings. The walls were dotted with mold along the top,

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cold winters in here with nothing but that

warm.

just take a minute," I said as I began

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

connecting us.

"What are these?

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

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

softened as he reached for the sketch. "May

it from the wall with the utmost care, studying it closely.

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 around

like this," he murmured, pressing a gentle

turned in his arms, burying my face

wasn't always like this," I said softly. "My first home was

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

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

meeting her gaze, remaining in his embrace. "I always have been. My wolf

or even **k a smile at the fact

wish you'd told me sooner," she

felt anger rise in my chest, and I finally extricated myself from Edwin's arms, turning to face-her fully. "I

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