Chapter 0609
Neah
“You are overthinking again,” Dane loops his arms around me to stop me from pacing and presses his lips to my cheek. “Damien and Eric have set traps. Everyone else has been wamed to stay out of the forest, or if they do go in, to go no further than a mile.”
“You can’t smell them,” I mutter. “The Wolves cannot smell the Lycans. Then there are the new arrivals.”
I knew I was more jittery than usual, just like after the boys had been born. It is a feeling that is hard to describe but makes you feel constantly on edge, as though there is a threat around every corner. It passes eventually, well, it did with the boys. Now I worried about other things with them.
Dane’s arms tighten around me as I glance over to our sleeping girls. They looked so tiny and fragile.
Dane’s lips linger over my mark, his breath teasing my skin as he asks, “Do you trust Brax, and do you trust Klaus?”
I close my eyes, lean back on his chest and sigh, “It’s not about whether I trust them.”
“I
agree.”
I turn in his arms to look at him, not understanding why he would ask me if I trusted them. “Who do you think I trusted when I walked into Moonshine?” he asks.
“Eric and Jenson,” I mutter. They were the ones who were there with him when he came to collect me.
He smirks at me. “Eric, yes. But not Jenson; I merely took him along to keep him out of trouble here.” He rolls his eyes. “The only person I truly trusted was myself. That is why I came alone on my first visit. Yes, I listened to others, but other than that, I didn’t trust anybody other than Eric. Now, I have added a few more to my inner circle. Damien and you. What does that tell you?”
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“You could say that, but I believe it has done me well all these years. It’s kept the pack strong.”
“There is still a war looming,” I mutter. It was obvious Thalia was going to come here. “She can’t win.”
“She won’t.”
You need to start finding your faith, Nyx murmurs. We haven’t lost yet.
“You are always so certain,” I mumble, answering both Dane and Nyx.
Pulling away, I go to check on our sleeping daughters. He pulls me back into him and cups my face, locking his eyes on mine, “I believe in you.” He looks behind me, “The girls are fine; I can hear them breathing, I can hear their hearts, and I know you can as well. Now I need to know what happened with Samara. You haven’t mentioned one word about it, and Nyx is keeping me out.”
“She has agreed to be my Beta, but only for the stuff with White Cliffs. She doesn’t want the rest of it, even though Dakota is telling her to do it.”
He nods at me, but a frown appears.
“She thinks it’s a mistake,” I tell him.
“Fighting with White Cliffs?”
“No,” I shake my head. “That she is being offered this role. I get it. She… her history makes her feel differently. I tried telling her that I was the same and denied it. She said she thought we were cursed. Me being raised the way I was, and her being raised the way she was.” “Cursed?”
I nod, “She called it ‘The Kitson Curse.”
Moving away from me, he sits on the edge of the bed, “What do you believe?”
Ishrug.
“Neah, talk to me.”
I glance over to the girls, “I wondered if she was right. Aldous Kitson was a leader of a great war. But besides him, no other Kitson was recognised until I came along. Klaus managed to do a family tree that matched the one in that book I found, but none of the other names are known.”
“That doesn’t mean…”
“Doesn’t it? Don’t you think it’s a bit of a coincidence that both Samara and I have had shitty upbringings, both kept from who we really are. Neither of us knew where we came from, yet I am supposed to be the last fernale Lycan Alpha, and she is my Beta. It is almost like someone was trying to get rid of us the moment we were bom, and when that failed, our identities were wiped…”
No! Surely it couldn’t tie all to her?
‘I think you might be right. It all adds up.’
‘Everything?’
‘Minus that dickhead, Roan.”
“Neah?” Dane cocks a brow at me.
“Everything that has happened has been one problem after the other.” I stare at him. “Do you
think Cassandra knew Thalia?”
‘I bet she did,’ Nyx grumbles.
“No, that would have been years ago. It would mean Thalia is a lot older than Silas suggested,” Dane scowls.