Blair

My eyes focus on the brats playing in the front garden. They are spitting images of their father. They looked happy as they kicked a ball between them. Giggling and laughing until the younger boy slips on the ball, landing with a heavy thud.

The sound of their happiness is quickly replaced with cries and the elder boy screaming for his mother.

She comes rushing out of the house, an apron tied around her waist, a small dish towel tossed over her shoulder, her jet black hair tied up into a high bun. She drops to her knees, pulling the small boy in against her chest and rocking him. Promising him that everything was going to be okay.

She had raised them to be wimps. There wasn’t even any blood. If I had fallen from a tree at their age, she would have told me to get up and shake it off. ‘You’re better than this. Grow a backbone! Be better!’

They are all smiles and the tears have stopped as she promises them cake and ice cream. I roll my eyes, I would have been lucky to get a decent dinner at that age.

But here I was, needing a place to lie low, a place to think. I had returned to my mother’s home in the hope that she will welcome me in, even if it’s just for a night or two while I figure things out.

Forcing myself out of my new blue BMW, I straighten up, my bones cracking. I had only just managed to force myself to shift back yesterday. It took a lot, but for now I was back in human form and I needed to keep it that way.

I step towards the house, throwing my eyes up and down the small cul-de-sac. Every house here is full of Lycans. The remnants of what was once a great Lycan pack.

The white gate creaks as I push it open. I see the curtains twitch. A moment later, the front door is ripped open and there stands my mother’s husband, glaring at me with his deep blue eyes.

“What the fuck do you want?” Ryken demands

“Not you, clearly.” I retort, “I came to see my mother and my brothers.”

“She’s not here and the boys have no idea who

you are.”

He starts shutting the door, I stick my toe in the door and he glares at me.

“You must be stupid if you think I believe that mum’s not here. I just saw her.” I hated him so fucking much. Almost as much as I hated Neah and her little crew.

“What do you want, Blair?” He steps out of the doorway, making me back up as he folds his arms across his chest in a defensive stance. “You are not welcome here and don’t give me some bullshit about wanting to see your mother. You haven’t been here in five years. I bet you can’t even remember your brothers names.”

I take a deep breath. He wasn’t wrong. The youngest had only just been born when I left. “Maybe it’s time I get to know my brothers.” I offer

“So you can warp their minds too?” He snarls at me. I could kill him. I had thought about it so many times, but for some fucked up reason, I just couldn’t do it. He made my mum happy after she had spent so long being sad and angry at the world and I didn’t want to be the one that takes that away from her again.

“I know I haven’t been around.” I cast a glance up and down the street, I really didn’t want to be seen by the others.

“Thank fuck for that, you almost led that Hunter asshole to our door.” He runs a hand over his shaved head.

“I killed his family.”

“But you didn’t kill him. Big fucking mistake.”

“I…”

“Blair, this is not a good time.”

I hear a baby start to cry from somewhere inside. “You had another pup?”

“Yes. You have a sister.”

“Mum shouldn’t be having pups at her age.” I retort

He doesn’t answer me, though his deep blue eyes remain on me like he was waiting for me to say something else.

My mother appears, cradling a pup that’s less than a few weeks old.

“Blair.” She whispers when she sees me, but she doesn’t smile. “Why…why did you come here?” watch her hands tighten around the pup and she takes a step back, scared of me.

“Well?” Ryken demands. “Your mother asked you a question.”

“I already told you. I want to get to know my brothers… and meet my sister.” I force a smile

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“You mean you are on the run and need somewhere to lay low.” mutters. His blue eyes move to my neck “You have a mate now where you?”

is he? Why isn’t he prote

“Doesn’t matter.” I mutter in annoyance was furious with Jenson. I don’t know what he had done or what had happened to him, but I knew he was dying. I could feel it though I couldn’t link him or read his mind anymore.

“What did you do, Blair?” Mum asks. Her eyebrows shoot up her forehead.

“I fell in love with the wrong fucking man.” Her eyes narrow as I hit that nerve. History has a habit of repeating itself.

“Watch your fucking tone.” Ryken growls. “This is our home, you don’t get to bring that attitude to our doorstep.”