Filed to story: The Alphas Contract Novel by Taylor West
“Blair!” An older man calls as he comes out of the forest. “Let’s go!”
She rolls her eyes and stomps in his direction. Neah’s half sister. Not a Kitson. An ex prisoner of Coopers. Thalia would have hated her just from the way she spoke. But then again, she didn’t have many friends and now I questioned why.
*I would keep your distance from that one.” Dane tells me as he walks up behind me.
*She is a problem, isn’t she?”
*She has her moments. She didn’t exactly get off on the right foot when we first met her. She is part of the reason why Jenson did what he did to Raven. He marked Blair because she looked like Neah. Then Blair slowly made his life not worth living, but instead of it ending there, Jenson took his twin down with him. Blair is very lucky to be alive after the shit she has pulled, but she is trying. A lot of people despise her.”
*This family is a mess.” I scoff. The only sane thing seemed to be Dane and Neah’s mate bond.
“Welcome to the club.” He smacks me on the back.
*You were listening to all of what they were saying, weren’t you?”
“Yes. I was on my way back to the hospital and heard the commotion.”
I shove my hands in my pockets, Dorothy told me that I don’t have a son.” I frown, it sounded wrong to say.
“Okay.”
“And that my brain is foggy.” I sigh though I felt fine. “Lyall doesn’t agree.”
*Clouded.” He mutters.
*She told me to look for the light?” I mutter in confusion
“I know.”
“Damien already linked you?” I ask
“Yes.” He dips his head
“I just want to know the truth.”
“Maybe there is a way we can find out.”
Dane
I walk a few steps to Damien’s house and knock on the door.
*How am I going to find the truth in there? Silas demands
“I said maybe there is a way we can find out. It’s a long shot, but it’s all I have right now. Witches are not exactly easy to find and the one reliable source I had is likely no longer with us.”
Damien pulls open the door and I already see Dorothy sitting at the table, shoving food into her mouth. “She said she will try and help. But if she gets upset or it’s too much, we stop.”
“That’s fair.” I nod. She was still young, it was unfair to put this much on her, but it was the only thing that I could think of that might help him. I was certain that her abilities were more powerful than Brax’s and there was a reason Neah had Dorothy sit in with her when the Lycans were arriving. “We will stop whenever she wants.”
He lets me in and Samara offers me a coffee. A fresh mark sits on her neck. I cast a glance in Damien’s direction, ‘Happy?’ I link him. I hoped this was the right choice for him.
His eyes lock on mine and he nods as he moves behind Dorothy. Damien places his hands on her shoulders.” Anytime you say stop. We stop. I promise. No one is going to make you do anything that you don’t want to do.” Damien had told her those exact words so many times since he rescued her.
*I know Daddy. I want to help. I can try to look.” She smiles and those dimples appear.
“Sit!” I order Silas. He rolls his eyes at me and settles into the chair opposite Dorothy.
‘Hopefully this will be what he needs to hear.” Aero murmurs. He was fed up with trying to convince Silas and has told me several times to let him go so he could figure it out himself.
I watch Dorothy chew on her bottom lip as she stares at Silas.
“Dorothy,” Her green eyes shift to me, “why do you think his mind is clouded?”
She refocuses on him, her brow creasing while her shoulders drop. She wrinkles up her nose, “When there is thunder the sky gets dark. I thought it was bad, the noise scares me. They are so loud. Daddy told me it’s just hiding the blue skies and the sun.”
“What is that supposed to mean?!” Silas’s booming voice makes her jump and I see how Damien glares at him.
“Your light is blocked.” Dorothy tells him. “I can see a little bit, trying to break through.” Tears appear in her eyes making the green of her irises shine bright. “You are full of sadness.”
“I miss my family.” He tells her.
She shakes her head at him. A tear rolls down her cheek. Damien is quick to wipe it away. “We can stop,” He whispers.
She shakes her head. “I’m a big girl.” She takes a sip of juice and settles her attention on Silas. “I don’t know why you can’t feel it. You are sad and it will hurt.”
“I do feel it.” He tells her. “I feel it everyday.”
Dorothy shakes her head at him. “Not really.” She turns to look at Damien. “I don’t know how to say it.”
“I do.” Samara quietly puts her mug down and turns to Silas as she takes a deep breath. “I was thinking about what you said and now, listening to Dorothy, it makes perfect sense. You are not allowed to feel what you are supposed to feel. The clouded head. Unable to recognise it, unable to feel it, unwilling to believe it. You have some sort of spell on you, but not the kind that makes you lose everything. The kind that makes you blind to the truth.”
Silas glares at her. “It’s…..”
Dorothy shakes her head at him, the tears threatening to spill over. “The Witch is bad. She’s not who you love.” Everyone’s attention shifts to her, but she doesn’t notice. I glance at my twin, who was Dorothy talking about? Who did Silas really love? He had only ever expressed his feelings about Thalia and his sons.
*I’ve loved Thalia since I first met her.” Silas protests. He drops his gaze, a frown appearing.
*The clouds are working hard to make you forget. Blocking your thoughts” Samara mutters. “Was there someone else before Thalia?”
*No. Thalia and I have been together for five years. I…” His brow dips as confusion fills his crimson eyes. “The twins…” A part of me felt sorry for him. Why were there so many people in this world acting like this?
*When?” Damien asks him. “What date did you meet her?”
*L…”
*You should be able to remember,” I add, “It’s a Wolf thing. Dates stick in our heads.”
He shakes his head at us. “It’s not clear. So many things are not clear anymore”
*Look for the light. It’s trying to grow.” Dorothy mutters. She looks up at me. “Don’t worry uncle Dane, it’s not dark. Just fuzzy clouds.”
Silas keeps his mouth closed, his jaw clenched as he stares down at his balled hands. I could see him crumbling as his breathing changes. Breaths become deeper and quicker, his body trembles. He opens and closes his fists as a low growl rumbles through him
“Dorothy let’s go!” Samara pulls her from her chair
“Okay.” She nods as she eagerly takes Samara’s hand. They are quick to get up the stairs and out of sight.
*Silas. It’s okay. I can help you.” I had been waiting for this. For the truth to finally settle in his mind, though it was likely temporary. I also knew that the aftermath was going to be messy.
His fists hit the wooden table with force, splitting the wood right down the middle, sending the table crashing to the ground. His chair flies back, slamming into the door. He stands tall and his bones start to crack.
*Shifting won’t help you.” I snap
“I need to go back!” He growls at me.
*No you don’t. You need to stay put, let Brax do what he has to do.” Damien tells him.
We both position ourselves ready to pin Silas if needed.
“My life is a fucking lie! My children. My mate. Everything that I have ever known. I grieved for Jarret and it is all one big lie.”
*Not everything. Dorothy said you love another.” I remind him. “Who is she?”
His crimson eyes flicker to mine. “I don’t know. I don’t see them. I just see…
*Thalia.”
As soon as Damien mutters her name, there was no stopping Silas from shifting. His clothes rip at the seams. He drops down to all fours as the remnants of the material fall from his large black Wolf.
‘Is Silas’s Wolf bigger than me?’ Aero mutters
‘Later!’ I snap
Silas pauses to stare at me and then breaks through the door, charging out to the forest.
Damien runs after him. Removing his clothes as he moves while into his large Lycan.
Chasing my heartbroken twin through the forest was not what I was expecting. I thought there would be more chaos. The need to fight. Anything but running away. But we had finally got through to him.
I could hear Damien running on two feet and a set of four feet that clearly belonged to Silas. It sounded like Damien was gaining on him.
