Nick's POV
“What if they find out who we are,” Kyle asked in a concerned tone.
I had earlier told her that we would be attending my father's burial that has been scheduled to hold the next day.
“There is no way they can know that we are the ones. Aside from the fact that we will be changing our looks, we are also going to be changing our accent, and we need to look for harry” I said in a calm reassuring tone.
Up till now, we have been searching for Harry, there is no sign of him around the pack and I am beginning to fear the worst.
Aside from the fact that I want to go and bury my dad, I also plan to secretly search the packhouse to see if he is been held, there. I won't forgive myself if anything happens to him.
I can sense she is still worried, as she starts to unconsciously bite her nails. Simeon on the other is also terrified of going back to the pack.
Poor guy.
One can only imagine the level of torture he went through. He sometimes tries to state his opinion, but it's difficult to hear him because his tongue has been chopped off.
Thinking of the inhumane act done to him by my evil stepmom makes my Tommy boil with anger. From what was done to him, It is obvious that he was going to be framed for the murder of my father.
His tongue was chopped off, so he won't be able to defend himself while they accuse and sends him to his untimely death.
I am glad that we were able to rescue him just in time before any of that happens. We have tried using magic to grow back his tongue but every one of our attempts has been fruitless.
We also noticed that it's very difficult to communicate with him through the mind link. Although my spirit guard has said that his wolf is silent now due to the trauma he went through. But, once he sees or feels something that makes him very happy, he would be able to break the trauma.
We have been camping in the woods for the past five days, it's been difficult controlling the anger within me but I don't intend to invade the pack while they are still mourning my late dad's death.
I have my concerns too, I know I can fight as my way through to the throne, but I do not want any of my pack members to be killed senselessly because of my ambition.
I can't have the people I am supposed to love and protect get killed in my quest.
I plan to go to my father's burial and perform his final rites as his only legitimate son. And also to find out how many rogues we have to eliminate, in other to rid the pack of those untamed beasts.
Another major concern I have is the fact that I may have to hurt Miranda if the need arises.
I know she would do all within her power to try to stop me from taking my rightful position as the alpha.
Even though I know that Miranda has wronged me badly, I fear that I might not be able to hurt her because she is kyle's mother.
Miranda may be the most wicked person I have ever known, but I do not think I would want to have her blood in my hands.
I know kyle is very angry right now with how Miranda has treated her in the past, but that does not change the fact she is still her mother.
How would she be able to live happily ever after with me knowing that I was the one that sniffed out life from her mother?
But if need be, I must do what is required of me when the opportunity presents itself, I would rather be the one to kill Miranda than have kyle kill her mother.
Killing someone brings darkness into one's soul that is capable of consuming one. Even if the prophecy says that kyle would be the one to kill her mother, I would have to change that fate.
If that prophecy ever comes to pass, it would destroy kyle, she would never be the same again and that is not the type of life I want for the mother of my kids.
“What about simeon, what are you going to do about him,” she asked, her voice bringing me back from my thought-filled mind.
“Simeon is going to be our favorite pet, you can pick any animal you like most and you will have it,” I said as I tried to conceal the cocky laugh that almost escaped from my lips after seeing Simeon's reaction.
His reaction clearly shows that he disapproves of what I had just said, but clearly, he has no other option. As we can't afford to leave him behind.
“A pet of my choice?” She asked teasingly while looking at simeon who returned her gaze with a cold stare.
I watched as a little smile played around her sweet soft succulent lips which soon parted to let out electrifying laughter.
Thinking of her lips makes me realize how much I have missed them. I reminisced on how tender and warm they were against my lips.
She notices I was staring at her lips and she turned her face away shyly to hide the heat that had turned her cheeks pinkish.
I could also see simeon from my side eyes rolling his eyes in a duh-like manner.
I had to take in a deep breath to enable me to concentrate on what I was doing.
It appears she likes the idea, even though she still looks bothered by a million and one things she is yet to talk about.
After some time, I noticed her attention was divided. I followed her gaze outside the hut to see grandpa roaming around once again.
Ok pardon me, I know you are beginning to wonder who the fuck grandpa is. Well, grandpa is a very old man probably in his late eighties or early nineties that lives around here.
We do not know for sure his actual place of residence, but what we do know is that he has been frequenting this path quite a lot.
We first noticed him a day after we moved here to build our hut as hid out. We have not communicated with him, but most times, we leave out food outside our circle of protection for him to go with.
I wonder why such an old man would be roaming around the woods all alone. The good thing is that I do not feel threatened by his presence.
Even though it feels weird seeing him often, his aura seems accommodating and nice.
I do not plan to establish any conversation with him as I am yet to tell if he is dangerous or just a lonely old man.
The old man moved carefully and mostly supported himself with a walking stick. He must time do not stop or linger around for long but I am a bit surprised to see him looking straight in my direction, to my eyes if I am not mistaken.
Kyle notices this as she shares her stares between us.
“Do you think he can see us,” she asks in whispers.
It's very unlikely that anyone sees us since we were still under protection, I was about to go outside to talk with the old man when I saw him walking away.
“Why was he staring at you?” kyle asked.
“I don't know, it could be that it was just a coincidence or that he wondering why he didn't get some food at his favorite spot today," I said trying to conceive kyle that there was nothing to be scared of.
“He was looking at you directly in the eye,” she said, emphasizing each word so I know she knows what she is talking about.
“Okay calm down, don't go overboard with what just happened, I promise I will go and find out what he is doing here when next I see him, I said to kyle reassuringly.