Page 115 of Alpha's Revenge Luna
“Emery?”
I chuckle.“Yes, Grandma, it’s me.”
“Emery!I can’t believe it’s you!Does that mean you’ve gotten away?Tell me where you are, and I will come get you,” she says just as a knock sounds on the door.
“Grandma, it’s so good to hear your voice,” I respond, my throat tight with emotion.
“Is everything okay?How are you?”I ask.
“I don’t know if you’ve heard, but Dion’s men came,” she tells me.“He killed a lot of people before fleeing.”
“That’s nonsense,” I reply quickly.Dion’s hand tightens on mine.
“You need to come see me, and I’ll explain everything.”Sighing, Dion gets up to answer the door.I peer over at it to see it’s Kyrio.
“I know what the rumors are, Grandma, and our pack attacked Dion.He only went there to help.Mom and Dad, they…” I don’t even know how to tell her that I know they killed Trinity, that Mom and Dad are bad people.
“They killed her, Grandma,” I whisper.I’m met with silence on the other end.
“Killed who?”Grandma asks curiously.
“Trinity, Dad killed her for coming to Dion.Killed herbecause she went against them,” I admit.
“Is that what he told you?”she asks, and I blink back tears.In the quiet that follows, my mind races with possibilities, each more unsettling than the last.
“He’s telling the truth.I know he is,” I assure.
“No…” she pauses for a second.“You’ve let him mark you, haven’t you?”I chew my lip, hearing the disappointment in her voice.
“He’s telling the truth,” I repeat.Dion’s attention is on whatever they’re discussing.I glance at Dion to see him step out the door and close it to talk to Kyrio.
“No, you need to get away from him.He has you brainwashed.Them Hybrids have mind control powers and influence.It’s okay, I can fix it, and we can reverse it.I… I will find a way once I get you back home.You’ll understand once I explain everything,” she tells me.
I press the phone tighter to my ear.“Explain what, Grandma?”I ask, my voice stronger now.A knot forms in my stomach, coiling and uncoiling with anxious energy.What could she possibly reveal that would cast a different light on the horrors I had witnessed?
The line crackles with static.
“Grandma?”I call out again, but only silence answers.
“It’s not safe.I will explain once I get you back.We don’t need your new mate overhearing,” she finally speaks, and I sigh.I will find a way to convince her and show her Dion is not the bad one once we have evidence.
Wanting to change the subject, I ask about Caleb.
“How is Caleb?Can I speak with him?”I ask, my voice barely rising above a whisper.
There is a pause on the other end, and then, “Oh, he’s….Ah… He’s at a friend’s sleepover, dear.He’s having a good time.”
I frown, confused.What friends?Caleb had no friends.He rarely left the house, and I’d never seen him play with a single kid.Our parents forbade it, and most of our pack was dead.
“He has no friends,” I say, the unease apparent in mytone.My brother was always the quiet one, and nervous, too.He didn’t do well with the few children he had met, and those were from a distance.He would always hide behind me.
“We’ll talk later,” she says.
“Grandma, wait—” But it is too late; the line goes dead.
I stare at the phone for a few moments when I hear the door open as Dion steps into the room backward.I furrow my brows, only for him to turn around.
Dion is holding two bowls in his hands.The overhead light casts a warm glow on the caramel that is drizzled over one of them, while a luscious darkness envelops the other.“Made these for us,” he announces, coming in and setting them down on the bedside table with care, his presence easing some of the tension after the call.
