Page 22 of His Sunshine Baby

I turn around. Bianca, a young girl from the group I usually train, is walking up to me with a smile.

“Hi, Bianca. What are you doing here?”

She shows me a pile of vinyl she gathered.

“I’m looking for new pieces for my mix.”

Oh right, she’s an amateur DJ. I’ve heard her sets a couple of times at Pepe’s nightclub. Not bad, though her style might be a bit too futuristic sometimes, well, you can tell she’s the new wave kind of girl, with her blue hair and piercings.

“Elena, did you go see Granny Reagan?”

What? I almost drop the CD I was holding to face her.

“Wait, Granny Reagan is back?”

Bianca nods.

“She just came back this morning, I thought you knew!”

“No! Where is she?”

Bianca frowns, trying to think.

“I saw her at the main house this morning, but she didn’t stay long. She’s probably at the pub, you know, the one that belongs to Henry. She said she wanted to drink.”

I can’t believe that old hag is here, and no one told me! I thank Bianca quickly and almost run to Daniel across the shop. We almost run into each other, but before he can protest, I yell first.

“Danny, Old Reagan is in town!”

“What? That old hag? Since when?” he asks while putting the records he had in his hands back.

“This morning! Come on!”

We both run out of the shop, and head to the northern part of the territory. Henry’s pub is only a few blocks away, I can’t believe I almost missed her!

Reagan is an old woman, who left our pack many years ago. She hates to talk about it, so no one but the elders really know what happened for her to leave. The only thing I know is that she had a big fight with the former Alpha, nothing else. Now she leaves on her own, as a wild wolf most of the time. However, she comes back from time to time, when she misses a real bed and food. She’s a grumpy old lady that complains a lot and doesn’t like anyone. She doesn’t have any family left in the pack, and only a couple of friends can endure her constant bad mood.

To me, however, Granny Reagan is much more than that.

She’s the one who brought me to Silver City and the White Moon clan, almost eighteen years ago.

I reach the bar after a few minutes of running across the streets, Danny right behind me. When we enter the bar, Henry, the barman and owner, raises his head.

“IDs?”

“Oh, come on Henry, you’ve known us since we were pups!” sighs Daniel.

Ignoring them, I walk straight to the old woman by the window. She is drinking a pint of local beer. She looks exactly like I remember; disheveled gray hair, worn-out leather clothes, and clear green eyes. When she sees me, she rolls her eyes.

“You again.”

“Hi, Granny Reagan,” I say while sitting at her table.

“Don’t call me that and don’t sit here, kid.”

I don’t move an inch and even better, Daniel comes to sit right next to me. She rolls her eyes and grumbles something before taking a huge gulp of her beer.

“It’s been a while,” I say. “Why didn’t you tell me you had come back?”

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