For the rest of the evening, Aila's frustration grew, and she beca restless, to the point where she would stare out her window at the darkened surroundings and long for running outside again. However, she didn't know what was happening with the new wolves on their territory as Alpha Damon sent a pack mind-link to each mber, informing them to stay inside.
A long sigh left her lips as she looked outside once again, this ti watching the guards change shifts. Aila began to feel a little imprisoned, almost as if she had switched one prison for a more luxurious one without the brutality. Her eyes then caught her own reflection in the window; her face soured after seeing her eyes begin to glow from the simring anger she felt beneath.
Turning away, she walked towards the wardrobe to see if there were any clothes she could use to sleep in. As soon as the doors opened, she saw a few pieces hanging up, all in her size.
"Now that seems a little too familiar," Malia smirked, reminding her of the room she stayed in for a day at the hunter's base camp. Aila grumbled to herself while she went for a shower.
Once she was out, her hair hung wet and loose over the silky pyjamas she wore. A knock at the door gained her attention, stopping her from drying her hair with a towel. She tensed for a mont, believing it could be Alpha Damon, then she shook her head in denial. He would just walk in if he wanted to see her. Opening the door, she was surprised to see her mum at the door. Aila gestured for her to co in before closing the door behind her.
"I heard your wolf has returned, and you shifted," Her mum turned abruptly to look at her, concern laced in her voice and on her face.
"Yep, I went for a run earlier," Aila smiled gently, hoping to smooth away any distress her mum was feeling. Though she did not know why her mum was concerned, she knew from her two days of wolfsbane injections that the next phase would be for her to shift. Her mum sat down on the sofa, gesturing for Aila to join. Once she took a seat, her mum stopped looking at the room and put her full attention on her daughter.
"Aila, dear. We are going ho tomorrow," She spoke gravelly to her.
However, Aila did not comprehend the full extent of what her mum ant; creasing her brows, she asked, "Can we not stay a bit longer? There is so much I need to know before I return-"
"Aila," Her mum interrupted, taking her hands in her own, rubbing her thumbs soothingly over her hands, "you cannot co with us. You need to stay here. It is not safe anymore for you to be in Oakton."
Aila's eyes widened, "But how can it be safe for you? Shouldn't you stay here also?"
"We are perfectly fine there. The pack still runs there, and Alpha Damon has guaranteed more warriors on patrol. The hunters do not know who we are, so they will not attack us." Her mum held her hand up, stopping Aila from interrupting her, "Your place is here. You are a Cross, and once you find your way.. you will be ruling like a true queen."
Queen!?
Aila gulped as her eyes widened. Malia rolled her own eyes at her; she was pumped and ready to take on the role.
"Oh honey, don't look like that. It's in your blood. You will find your own way of ruling, and once you et your mate, they will be strong enough to rule by your side," Her mum squeezed her hands reassuringly.
Aila nodded her head glumly, deep in thought about being queen and ruling not just one pack but many. Was it as simple as it being in her blood? Sure, she was captain of the ice hockey team at University, but that was a team of six players at a ti, not hundreds or thousands.
The remainder of what her mum said just registered with her, "What's it like?"
Her mum looked at her confused, so Aila reiterated, "What's it like eting your mate? I take it that you are dad's mate. He is still a werewolf.."
Her mum smiled before staring off to the side, her eyes softening at the fond mory, "Yes, your dad is my mate. He was the first werewolf I had ever t. I knew of them, of course. Your grandma had many grimoires and books about them."
She chuckled to herself, causing Aila to smile at the thought of her grandma and her quirky ways.
"I was in the shopping centre with my friends. They went into another shop while I went to grab a coffee, I wasn't watching where I was going, and we bumped into each other. Almost as if it was fate. As soon as our eyes t, everybody else seed to disappear. He took my breath away. Everything seed to snap into place, and I knew then that this man was who I was ant to marry," Aila's eyes lit up. She had never heard the story of how they t before.
"That sounds like sothing out of a romance novel.." Aila trailed off with Malia nodding in agreent.
Her mum chuckled, "Well, it wasn't fate at all! I found out later on that he sniffed
out the mont he entered the centre. He didn't wait for a second and purposely bumped into ."
Both Aila and her mum burst out laughing, "That's so typical of him! He's so impatient."
"He said once he slled my scent, there was no going back. He just HAD to et . That was all he thought about," Her mum smiled again before looking at Aila, "Are you worried about eting your mate?"
Aila sighed, "I nearly t him, but Kane got in the way and then Alpha Damon.." Her cheeks burned, and she looked away from her mum, hoping she would not see. Malia snickered at her embarrassnt.
"So, you already saw Alpha Damon?" Her mum's eyes were wide with excitent before they beca concerned, her eyebrows creasing together, "That can't be right. I thought he would be.." She muttered to herself before sealing her lips.
"I didn't really see him. I just.. felt him. I an, I felt his presence there. It was too dark to see him," Aila stuttered; she looked down at her nails, playing with them as though they were more interesting than the fluttering butterflies in her stomach at ntioning her rendezvous with the Alpha.
Malia was now roaring with laughter, the noise almost too much for Aila to listen to. She rolled her eyes at her and shushed her as her mum began to speak again, "Oh! So, you never made eye contact?"
"Nope, your daughter was far too interested with what his hands were doing than to see his beautiful eyes," Malia snickered, causing Aila to bite her lip, holding back a small giggle from her wolf's lewdness.
Although, Aila was now more focused on her mum, whose eyes shone in excitent from the discussion. Aila narrowed her eyes at her, "No, we never made eye contact," each word was said slowly, suspicion creeping into her voice, "why, dearest mother?"
"No reason! Oh, look at the ti! I need to finish packing," Her mum jumped up from the couch, excusing herself. Aila wanted to ask more after her mum acted so strangely, but she resisted the urge. She always knew more than she let on, and now Aila knew her mum was a witch. She did not want to pressure her if it was not needed.
Her mum walked towards the door and suddenly stopped; turning around, she brought Aila in for a hug. Pulling back, her eyes searched Aila's features, "You are so much stronger than I ever anticipated. Such a strong and brave girl.."
"Mum.." Aila groaned playfully, "I will see you in the morning before you leave."
"Yes! Don't be late! We have lives too, you know. We need to get back to the shop and reopen it," Her mum spun back around and closed the door behind her.
Her parents owned a cute little bookstore nad "The Occult
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