Page 52 of Game of Destiny
“To be honest, he is helping me as much as I’m helping him. I feel like I have lost my brother.” Matilda smiled a sad smile, and we hugged again.
“It will get better. It’s never easy to lose the ones we love. But we learn to live with it and find our way to a new way to live.” She walked away to make sure Medow and Shelly had things to eat. Finlay walked up to me.
“Were the two of you talking about me?” he asked.
“Now, now, Alpha. Don’t let that ego get the best of you. There are other subjects than you,” I teased him. He smiled.
“Will you join me as I make the rounds?” he asked.
“Sure,” I agreed and we walked around the pyres, talking with the pack and listening to memories they wanted to share, fears they had and how they now, more than ever, felt like this pack was the right choice for them.
I stood in the door opening and looked into the Beta office. It was the day after the funeral and Finlay had ordered me to move into my new office. It was a direct order, there was no way to interpret it differently. I got it. If he had let me do it at my own pace, I would probably have taken years to move my things from my office, the former storage room, into my official one. I sighed and looked over the room.
‘Have you started?’ Finlay mindlinked me.
‘Yes,’ I answered.
‘Have you actually stepped inside the room?’ Sometimes I hated how well he knew me. I place one foot inside the room.
‘I have,’ I told him.
‘Just do it, Amie. Everyone will feel better when things settle down. The more things we leave in the air, the harder it will be.’ I knew he was right.
‘I know. I’m on my way.’ I took a proper step inside the room, and as I did, something started to ring. I froze in place and felt like a burglar that had been caught red-handed. Until I realized it was the landline phone. All the top tier offices had one. I shook my head at myself and walked over to the desk.
“Amie Sage,” I answered the phone.
“Hello, my name is Bridget. Am I talking to the Beta of the Blue mountain pack?” a woman said on the other end. I knew the name.
“Hi, it is. Are you Martin’s sister?” I asked.
“I am. I’m sorry to call like this, I didn’t know if Alpha Finlay would have time for my call and I really don’t have the phone number for anyone else,” she explained.
“No, no. I don’t mind and neither would Finn… the Alpha,” I told her. “What can I do for you?”
“I…” there was a pause and then a sigh. “The family couldn’t attend the funeral for my brother. It wasn’t the right time,” she started over. I could read between the lines, either her mate or the Alpha had denied her to come. “I would like to ask if it would be possible to send some of my brother's personal effects to me or my mother?” she asked.
“Of course, we would be more than happy to do so. We will clear out his house tomorrow. Martin had a will and he specified which things should be sent back to you. I will make sure you get them,” I promised.
“Oh, thank you. I can’t believe he is really gone. I always thought we would have time to put things right between him and dad. That I would get to see him again. And now he is gone.” I could clearly hear the grief in her voice.
“He talked a lot about you. He missed you.” I didn’t know if I was making it better or worse.
“Thank you. We would call each other at least once a month to talk. He talked a lot about you as well. He liked you and saw you as a close friend,” she told me. I smiled with tears in my eyes.
“He was an amazing wolf,” I said.
“He was,” she agreed. “I need to go, my mate will be home from training soon and I like to have dinner ready when he does. It gives us more time to hang out in the evening. It was nice talking to you and thank you for giving me your time.”
“It was my pleasure. I’ll make sure the things will be sent to you. If there is anything else you need, give me a call. Or Alpha Finlay.” As we hung up, I felt better than I had done before the call. I started looking over the things in the office, sorting Martin’s personal things from the things that were Beta related. Two hours later, Finlay leaned against the door frame and looked at me.
“How is it going?” he asked.
“I’m almost done. I have packed Martin’s things in that box and I have packed my things in my office. I’m just doing a bit of dusting before I go and get my things,” I told him.
“Feeling better about the move?”
“Yes. I spoke to Martin’s sister. She wanted to know if we could send some of his things to her. I said I promised to make it happen.” He nodded. “Thank you for pushing me. I needed it,” I added. He gave me a weak smile.
