Savage Hunt by Jane knight

Chapter Forty-Seven: Talking with Mom 

Mom and I walked up the stairs and I could feel my mate’s gazes on us. I didn’t look back at them. I didn’t want them to see the pain that my parent’s lies were causing me.

They knew about shifter and neither Scott nor my mom had told me anything.

If I had known about shifters and mates, the other night would have gone so differently. I wouldn’t have been so hurt about Jake cheating on me because I would have understood things that better. I didn’t blame him now after Jason, Ryan, and Travis had explained the mate thing to me a little better. But if I had already known, I had a feeling that I would have known about Charity as well.

That maybe I wouldn’t feel betrayed by her for not telling me what she was.

If they would have told me about shifters. I wouldn’t have thought Jason, Ryan, and Travis were crazy for talking about werewolves and shifters. I wouldn’t have accused Travis of spiking my drink. I might still have run after the three of them claiming but then again I would have been better prepared for what happened.

Mom wrapped her arm around my waist and I looked over at her. Her hair was pulled to the side in a heavy braid that was draped over her shoulder and she had on a loose floral dress. Crystal necklaces were looped around her wrists and neck, but I noticed something that I hadn’t noticed before. Beneath the pink and purple stone necklaces was a scar on the side of her neck. It was faded with time, but the skin was pale and marked deep with a bite.

on my throat. Like the one that Travis had left on my

wanted to relax against her. To let her comfort me the way her touch usually did. It didn’t. All I could think about was that she had been lying to me for so long. My mom and I had been best friends my entire life. It had been us against the world and she had raised me by herself after the sperm donor she had

feel like

could they be lying to

It was so quiet between us that you could have heard a pin drop. I walked over to my overnight bag, shifting the knit throw around so that I could pick up my bag without the blanket falling. I grabbed the handle, lifting it

voice soft like she

I took

I’m so sorry.” Mom said, stepping deeper into the room. “When I met Scott, you were fourteen and I didn’t want to put more stress on you. He

I said, sitting my bag down and tugging the zipper open. I pulled out a pair of panties and the sexy lingerie that I had brought with me got caught on the unsexy underwear before getting caught on the zipper. I looked up at my mom as I tried to stuff the silky garments back into my bag. My mom’s eyes widened and I felt my cheeks burn, knowing how she had found me when

Jake… Was it because you met those men?” She asked, her eyes

the way you think,” I said, worrying the inside of my cheek with my teeth. “Jake found his mate, which I guess

right for you anyway. Til.” Mom moved to the bed, sitting down