Darkest Howl

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Unlike all the other Werewolves out there, I know who my mate is. However I do not know where he is.

I’ve known for two years and for both those years Him and his pack have been on the move. No-one knows where they stay. Ive hired a Private Investigator to try and find them but seems like the pack itself may be a myth. The worst part is that I don’t even know if he is even looking for me.

My heart rate spead up as my thoughts travel to how he might look or the colour of his eyes. How big is his wolf? Would he accept me?

All of this continuously running through my mind like a broken record ; not once slowing down or disappearing. Unfortunately the hope of ever finding him has already vanished.

Small thuds of feet could be heard running up the stairs and down the corridor to my bedroom. A tiny body flopped against my own. “Mommy”

“Hey buddy”. I held my son’s face tightly in my hands. Chubby cheeks puffing up while he tried to smile. Small giggles could be heard through his slightly parted lips. Chocolate eyes glancing deeply into my green ones.

“Wonder where daddy is”? One soft hand lifted up and pointed to the closed office door.

“Well then let’s go say hello” I lifted up my aching body from the mattress. Bruises lined my skin. Hiding my body from my sons view I placed a thick robe over it.

The office door is a thick oak, stopping any sound from escaping. My hands makes small soft taps on the door. Making sure to not be to loud and disturb him.

“Come in”

The large door swang open with ease revealing my Husband’s tall and intimidating form. The office holds a well furnished area a combination of brown and red lining the walls. Large windows behind thickly drapped curtains. Boxes stood high up on the floor and desks. My husband’s blond hair is neatly styled into place not a single strand flying astray, the look is finished with a Italian black suit and shinning shoes. However the niceness stops there. A ugly and hard scowl lined his face with a phone placed over his ear. My stomach dropped, he is mad and nothing good can come from him being mad.

My hand tightened over Aarons shoulder pulling him closer to my own body for savety.

“Thank you Mr Miller. See you tonight” He ended the phone call, with a large smirk on his face.

“Good Morning everyone” I let the breath that I held out. He is in a better mood today.

“Daddy” Aaron ran from my side and into his father’s open arms, laughing as his sides are being tickled.

My mind started racing thinking about all the things I still needed to do this day.

“I’m going to start breakfast, any special request “?

“Pancakes ” Aaron beemed up at me. I laughed. He has a simple diet he will eat anything as long as its pancakes.

“I agree on Pancakes but let’s go out this morning instead.”

Shock replaced my previously happy face. We normally never go out. It would be a good change.

" Sure sounds good. Let me just get dressed quickly ” I reached towards Aaron but Lucas pulled him away.

“Dont worry I’ll change him. Gives you more time to get ready.”

To other people it may seem sweet that he is giving me more time but instead its his way if saying I dont look suitable for the public right now and I will need the extra time to fix my appearence.

I left not bothered to give him a further response.

A long summer dress fall across my body. Hugging me at all the right places. However I heaved from the effort of putting it on as my sides still ached. I wound my hair up into a large bun. Keeping any loose strands from escaping, just how Lucas likes it.

Aarons voice drifted upstair, not particularly saying anything specifically nor to anyone specific. Lucas’ back was towards the staircase while I was decending. Good. I didn’t need the added pressure from his judgemental eyes. I grabbed Aarons dinosaurs nappy back. Which contained a extra clean pair of clothes, snacks and nappies not that he needs that as much anymore.

" Any special reason for the unplanned breakfast ”

“Mr. Miller” Lucas shook his head and started laughing, I allowed a smile to form on my lips. “The dumb shit has finally grown a brain and has now settled which intern dropped the lawsuit against him and his company.”

“Well done love, I had no doubt in my mind that you couldnt win this ”

" For a slite minute I thought I couldnt but I pushed through. And.. Because I sorted this law suite so quickly the company gets a large bonus.” He beamed up at me. Proud of himself and for gaining more money to sustain his large hunger.

“Its a fantastic day” He announced whiles driving. At the red light he leaned over to kiss me. I wanted so badly to pull away but I stayed put wanting his good mood to stay happy as long as possible.

He drove faster along the main road enjoying his new toy, a sports car of some sorts. My fear for Aarons safety increased the faster we traveled, luckily the trip was short and we are all alive and save.

“Azalea are you listening to me”!

“Yes of course I am” I unbuckled Aaron from his seat. This allowed him to jump to the ground with ease, excitement evident on his beaming face.

“You were speaking about how Mrs Miller is so rude towards you and Mr Miller. ”

“Exactly. I mean this women is unbelievable she refuses to cook Mr Millers meals. She shows not a ounce of respect towards him” We took a seat at a comfortable booth near a play area for Aaron. “No wonder he is such a wimp, his own wife runs circles around him on a daily basis. ”

I nodded to everything he says, not really caring about the matter at all. The meals were ordered as soon as the waitress stood at our table. Aaron jumped down his high chair and run to the nearest play set. I watched him go making sure nothing bad happens to him.

“Look I know you dont cook, there is no need for you to because of the chef but I was thinking maybe you could cook for our guest tonight “?

I stared at Lucas, surprised at his proposal. “You want me to cook? “. My hand rose to my mouth automatically hiding my extreme surprise from view. Thats a terrible idea, I havent cooked in years.

“Yes.”

I rolled my eyes, glad that he wasnt focusing on my action rather on the food infront of him. I normally only do breakfast the simple things, the chef cooks most of our meals and Im afraid I might burn the kitchen down.

Lucas wiped his mouth making sure there is not evidence of the breakfast left. “Maybe ask the cook to help you, as you are a little rusty”.

Oh God, I really dont want to cook today. Especially because he will probably want some glamorous meal to show is status or something like that.

“When do our guest arrive”?

“Tonight at 7 O’Clock. The sooner they are here, the sooner they can leave “.

On the way home, Lucas started speaking to a collogue on the phone about a new client that hired him.

My own phone beeped, indicating a new text message has arrived. Its from the PI, he must have something for me.

Austin

07/20/17 Tue

I have information on your mate. When can we meet.

10:26 AM writing here…