Page 156 of Game of Destiny
“He hurt you,” I pointed out.
“He did, and he was really sweet about it afterwards. You liked his Alpha. Don’t even try to say you didn’t,” she told me. I had, he seemed like a reasonable Alpha. I had even liked the warrior who had hurt Amie. He had been apologetic, and Amie had gone out of her way to be annoying in the game. Still, it went against all my wolf's instincts to accept an alliance with someone who had hurt my mate. “Dial down the Alpha grumpiness,” Amie told me and kissed my nose. In front of everyone. It was hard keeping up a facade of dignity with a mate like her, especially since Icouldn’t help but to grin like a schoolboy when she did it. “Please set up a meeting. Both Finn and I will attend,” she told Jake.
“We will?” I asked.
“Just agree, Alpha. We all know you will end up agreeing,” Sam told me. He wasn’t wrong, but sometimes it would be nice to pretend. In the end I really didn’t care. Amie was right, the Winter Peak pack was a good candidate for an ally. Did I sometimes wish I could make sure Amie never left the pack land and only hung out with pack members? Yes. I also knew it would never happen. Amie was far too good at being a Luna for her to accept something like that. Besides, I had just got back to using my private parts for fun things, I wasn’t interested in losing them when my lovely mate got wind of my plan.
“We need to plan it carefully,” I agreed. I got a soft kiss from Amie as a reward and I felt good about the trade off. We concluded the meeting with Jake promising to let us know what he and the Winter Peak Beta decided. Then it was time for the mandatory standing around and cooing at the pups. Both Rose and Martina were happy with being in the playpen we had set up. The latest news was they both were now turning around on their own and it was impossible not to be captivated by the two cute pups doing their best to roll around and stuffing their mouth with their own hands and feet.
“They are adorable,” Amie said.
“I agree, until Martina starts imitating a banshee at two in the morning, and then again at four,” Sam agreed. He didn’t fool anyone with that happy grin on his face. His daughter had him wrapped around her little finger.
“I think Cade seriously considered moving in with Jon’s family when Rose was at her peak of keeping us up,” Shelly said and giggled. I was looking forward to having a pup with Amie, one with red hair and green eyes and a temper which would make a thunderstorm stop in its track, but I was in no rush. We wereenjoying being newly mated and it was hard enough making time for us with the pack to run. As we all stood cooing and awing at the little pups, my aunt mindlinked me and Amie and asked to talk to us. Amie looked at me, we both knew it had to be serious. We excused ourselves and I took Amie’s hand as we walked to my aunt’s apartment in the pack house.
“What’s wrong?” Amie asked as soon as the door opened. My aunt gave her a smile, but it looked tired.
“Come in and sit down. I have made tea,” she told us. We sat down at her small kitchen table as she poured the tea. She took a sip from her cup and exhaled. “I haven’t heard from your mother since we got back,” she told me.
“Is that unusual?” I asked. I had no idea how often my mother and my aunt spoke to each other.
“Yes. We usually talk once a week and have done so since we left the old pack,” she told me. It surprised me they talked so frequently. She must have seen the surprise on my face. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. But your relationship with her wasn’t the best, and our calls meant she could find out how you were doing and let me know she was well.”
“You don’t need to apologise, aunt. She is your sister and you have all the right in the world to talk to her,” I told her. She gave me a smile. The worry she felt was obvious.
“Are you worried something has happened to her?” Amie asked and took my aunt’s hand. The two of them had always been close, aunt Matilda had liked Amie since their first meeting, but since Amie and I had mated they had become even closer.
“I don’t know. A little. I think I’m more worried that son of hers has done something stupid,” she told us. We both nodded. I started to think about who I could reach out to in my old pack. Not many who had stayed were friends of mine. Maybe some of the pack who still had family in the old pack could reach out tothem? It would put them in an awkward position and I would like to avoid that route, but I didn’t know what else to do.
“I can try calling Martin’s sister. She doesn’t seem as averse to us as many others in your old pack. I think she would at least give us a hint to us if something is wrong,” Amie suggested.
“That may be a good idea,” I agreed.
“I don’t want her to end up in trouble,” my aunt said.
“I agree, we need to be discreet,” Amie told her. We stayed to finish the tea and did our best to reassure my aunt. It had been a long time since I saw her this worried.
‘I don’t like this. My aunt’s intuition is rarely wrong,’ I mindlinked Amie as we left.
‘I know. I’ll make the call at once.’
‘I will join you.’ We headed for our office and Amie took out her phone. I sat down in my chair and pulled her into my lap. ‘So I can hear the conversation,’ I told her, in case she objected. The smile and the slight head shake told me she didn’t buy it, but she didn’t object.
“Bridget Windwalker,” Martin’s sister answered as Amie called her.
“Hi, this is Luna Amie from the Blue Mountain pack, do you have time for a quick talk?” Amie asked.
“Oh, the children’s fund? Yes, I remember filling out that form. Could you hold on a second?” Bridget asked in a cheerful voice.
“Sure.” Amie looked at me.
‘This doesn’t make me feel better,’ I linked her.
‘Me neither.’ There was silence for a while on the other end of the call. Martin’s sister must have put us on mute.
“I apologise, Luna. I was with another pack member,” Bridget said.
“No, no. That is fine. I’m sorry to just call like this. I don’t want to cause you any problems. We just haven’t heard from Finlay’smother for a while and we were getting worried,” Amie told her. There was a heavy sigh on the other end.
