The Werewolf's Chapter 289: Just need a break

Chapter 289: Just need a break

Blue

He parks the car in the parking lot of the trailer park. We are on the bad side of town, just comparing this place to the estate is a milestone. I am used to living in the outskirts. Jules lives in the woods and I stayed with him in seclusion for a year plus. I know how it is to be alone but this place is bad. I just know the person will definitely be up to no good.

Is this a good idea?

My wolf asks . I feel the hesitation deep down. I don’t know if this is a good idea but I am all out of ideas. I don’t know how to get them out of the ss that they are in because of . If there was another way to do this. I would have done it.

"We’re here,’’ Mage tells

calmly. He doesn’t even look scared.

"How dangerous is the person we are here to see?’’ I ask him in a way that doesn’t make

sound too terrified. I might act tough like I have my shit together but I am far from that. Half the ti, I don’t even know what the fuck I am doing.

He laughs at my question, almost like it is unwarranted "EM is not dangerous. He is just not like you and ,’’ he assures

as he gets down from the car. I follow him at his pace as he walks over to the door. The trailer is in the middle of other trailers. It looks old and tainted—like it could use so renovations. The door to the trailer opens before we even get close to it. An old man steps down from it and watches us.

He is dressed in a pair of black pants and a black t-shirt. His hair is white on his head and he has a full set of beards, you know the kind that joins with your mustache and hair. He looks straight out of a scary movie. One of his eyes is shut closed. He only has one good eye. If I was to just him on his appearance, I would say that he can’t help

but I don’t want to be too quick. I want to see what he has to offer before I cancel him.

"Mage, is that you?" he asks. His voice is deep and croaky. He looks to be about sixty.

Experience is usually the best redy and he looks like he has a lot of experience. Mage walks closer to him and they embrace. I watch them with unsure of what to do "I brought a friend. We need your help.’’ he tells him once they pull apart. The man looks at

and his one good eye flinches as he analyses . a smile sprawls up on his face.

"I know who you are,’’ he mutters calmly.

I furrow my brows with a faint smile. "You’re Jules’s son, aren’t you?’’ He breathes out as he adds. How does he know my father?

"How do you know my father,’’ At this point, Mage is looking at

with curiosity, which makes

think that he didn’t know before bringing

here.

The old man—Em, smiles warmly "I lead him to you. the only reason why you even know of him in the first place is because of ,’’

To him, this feels like an accomplishnt. Like sohow, he did sothing that I should be thankful for. I don’t know the story of how Jules found . All I know is that one day, he ca to the coven and demanded to see . This is not a story of

feeling like I was missing sothing. I didn’t go looking for him, I didn’t even know where to look. I would have lived my life never even knowing that he existed. The fact that I even t him in the first place is sothing I will always be grateful for. Just thinking about the life I lived before my Lycan side, makes

sad.

"Where are my manners, co in,’’ he grabs my hands and pulls

up the two steps into the small trailer house. My eyes go around the small room. Everything in this house is implicating. All his potions and book of spells are out on display. It seems to

like he doesn’t really invite people in. the fact that he is open to his magic just ans there is a part of him that is nonchalant about it.

"Have a seat,’’ he tells us. Mage sits down on the only chair in this very tiny room. I feel like the walls are closing in on . the longer I stay here, in this uncertain situation. I don’t know if he will be able to help

but I am willing to do anything. I don’t just want to know who hurt him. I want to be able to undo whatever was done to him.

The old man walks into a closed corner in the room and drags a foldable chair to . I watch him as he places it next to

"Sit, sit, would you like sothing to drink?’’ he asks .

We both shake our heads at the sa ti "No thank you,’’ I mutter obediently.

He smiles "So what can I do for you. the fact that mage brought you here ans that you need my help for sothing."

I nod.

His smile widens like he didn’t expect anyone coming and asking for help. A book on the shelf calls out to my attention. Sohow, in the midst of all the potions and artifacts, it is the only one that shines. I don’t know if it is a good idea that I feel this way but I can’t help myself.

"Yes sir,’’ I breathe out, answering his question.

He nods his head and rubs his hands together "what happened?’’ he asks

curiously. I feel like this is the only excitent he has had in his life for a while. The fact that he is so willing to help

right now.

I close my eyes as I prepare to tell him everything. he watches

with an intense look as I explain everything to him. His eyes never leave my eyes. I talk and hope silently that he will be able to help .

I just need a break.