“So where is your mummy?” I asked, taking a sip of my coffee.
“She died when I was born. Ari looks after me. Has since I was born,” she stated matter of factly.
“What about your dad then?”
Lily got all nervous. Her shoulders slumped, and her heart rate picked up. She was scared. I could smell it on her coming off in waves, so I quickly changed the question.
“How old are you and what grade are you in?”
She immediately relaxed. “I’m six, and I’m in grade one.”
“And your sister?”
“Ari is nineteen.”
So, she has been looking after her sister since she was thirteen? What about school,
I thought to myself.
“How old are you?” she asked.
“How old do you think I am?” I asked in return. She smiled.
“Old,” she replied. I laughed at her answer. Kids always say the first thing that pops into their minds.
“I’m 28,” I told her.
“So, you are old.” She giggled.
“You won’t think it’s old when you are my age. So, it’s just you and Aria?” Lily looked up. I could tell she was mind linking. Her eyes glazed over before she nodded. I knew her sister would have been listening in our my conversation.
“Aria said I shouldn’t talk to strangers.” I looked over to her, she was talking to the owner who just stepped in. Lily noticed my stare, looked up, and saw Zoe. She squealed before running over and wrapping her arms around the woman’s waist.
I observed my mate. I could tell she was very protective of the pup, but there was something else I just couldn’t put my finger on it. I knew she was a wolf, but she didn’t seem quite as affected by the mate bond. I knew she felt it when I touched her, and she leaned in, inhaling my scent, but most wolves can’t help but be all over each other like an elastic band that keeps pulling them back together. But for the most part, she seems unaffected unless she is close to me.
“She hasn’t got a wolf,” Ryder spoke up in my head.
“What do you mean she hasn’t got a wolf. She is a werewolf?” I asked him.
“Yeah, she is, but she has no wolf. I have tried talking to her wolf, but it’s like there is a blockage, or maybe her wolf died somehow.” I could feel his sadness spilling into me at the thought of her not having a wolf, so I pushed him to the back of my mind.
Aria came over to clean the table. It was now dark outside. She placed Lily’s stuff in her bag before wiping the table over.
“Aria,” I asked.
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