The sound of hoof beats filled my ears. Powerful muscles bunched between my thighs. A field of grass filled my vision. I looked down at my hands that held onto the reins which were not pale white, but olive skinned.
The horse I rode thundered down the field. Feelings of joy, freedom, and wildness filled this dream persona. I felt myself laugh, a familiar, husky, but joyous laugh.
A man, dressed in a business suit, his blazer draped over a shoulder, stood near a wooden jump. He watched me, a large grin on his face, he clapped as I charged the large, black beast I rode toward the wooden posts and jumped over it, landing gracefully on the other side. I slowed the horse and turned, making my way back to him. He looked like a kind sort. His face open and full of joy as he watched me approach. As I dismounted, I caught my reflection in a puddle.
I was met not by the image of blonde curls, verdant green, sometimes blue-green, eyes and pale face, but Regina's chocolate brown eyes, full but scar-less mouth and dark hair, braided and thrown over a shoulder. What was this? I wondered.
My dream self/Regina ran up and threw herself into the man's outstretched arms.
"Daddy!" I heard myself say, my voice that of a girl very much doted on by her father. Warmth filled me. Was this real? Or a dream?
Everything shifted. A voice. Silky. Cold. And the dream faded.
"You are an insolent girl! Foolish! Riding horses all day, neglecting your studies!" A woman's voice echoed around ml.
I clenched teeth and fists as a buzzing filled the air and electricity shot through me. It was pure agony. My nerves were on fire. I felt pain like never before, but Regina, I could feel, was almost used to this. She grit her teeth, refusing the woman her pain.
"Mother." I ground out. I felt something twist inside of me. Were these memories?
"You will obey me, my girl. You will do as I want you to. Everything I do is for you." The woman appeared before me. Her hair was of a fading auburn. Her eyes were cold, the clothing she wore spoke of wealth and power. This was Regina's mother?
"Tonight you will stay here with no food and only a little water. You are lucky I will not do anything else. I will return in the morning and you will be ready to continue your studies again with no distractions." She told me sternly. I felt Regina's shoulders fall in silent obedience. I nodded.
Her mother left the room. A sense of sadness overwhelmed me. A desire for freedom, for happiness ached in my soul. She wished to escape.
A shifting, and a flash, the dream/memory faded as cries filled my ears.
I held someone, a brunette man, in my arms as her mother held a -Heart?- In her hand. She crushed it in her fingers. The person in my/her arms gave a last breath, and I cried out, my, no, Regina's heart felt as though it too, had been crushed with the squeezing of that horrid woman's fingers.
"Foolish girl. Haven't I taught you anything? Love is weakness." Her mother declared in that cool, silky tone.
How could she do this? I wondered. To her own daughter?
Everything began to shake with the agony I felt in Regina's core, but before I could see what happened next, the dream/memory faded again.
Regina held a baby in her hands. His eyes were brown. It stirred something inside of me. A haunting memory of years before. She felt exhausted.
The infant was jerked from her arms. Her mother regarded her coldly as she handed the baby to a servant.
"Have him disposed of." Her voice was void of emotion. I felt myself wail as I shattered. Regina didn't believe she had anything left to shatter, but she did.
The servant simply bowed and left as Regina's wails echoed and faded.
Regina's mother taunted me. She stood before me, in front of a mirror. She had taken away someone Regina loved.
"Love is weakness, my daughter. Why do you still cling to this hope you have? I do not understand it." Her mother laughed, it was a dark laugh, one that would always chill me to the bone if I ever heard it again.
I threw my shoulders back as an anger, a defiance filled me. I was oh so tired of this. Of her. Now was the time. No more.
"No mother. It isn't. I refuse to believe that." Then I shoved her. As I shoved her, a buzz filled my hands. Regina wasn't weak. Regina had never been.
Her mother fell back, her eyes widening with shock as her back connected with the mirror behind it. The buzzing in my hands grew stronger. The mirror blazed, the glass turning fluid and her mother sank into it. My hands pulsed, blazing violet. The mirror shattered as her mother's image filled the mirror.
A feeling of both relief and astonishment washed over me. Had that really just happened? I stared down at olive-toned hands, inspecting the fingers, as if expecting magic to pop out at any second.
As the memory faded, I wondered at how and why this was all being shown to me…
A cemetery. I walked through it, the evening cool, the trees turning color with autumn's crisp. Sorrow filled her heart. Why was she here?
A crypt. Then, a name, engraved on a plaque. Henry Mills, it read.
Curiosity filled me. The real me. Her father's first name had been the same as… how strange. I laid flowers over his grave.
"Daddy." I whispered, her voice full of grief, regret. She had nothing now. No one.
Then I stepped back out into the night. The moon was rising . As I weaved my way through the cemetery, my senses suddenly became alert. Someone was following.
I quickened pace. The footsteps that could be heard crunching through fallen autumn leaves behind speeding up pace with me. I felt Regina steel herself. She stopped abruptly and turned to face her stalker, only to find no one there. Apprehension twisted in my gut, then she spun around on her heel, only to be faced by the sight of a rather handsome fellow, pale, ethereal in the moonlight.
I stepped back, startled. The man smiled, I felt a chill course through her. Was this-?
He stepped forward. I noted his features. Brown hair, high cheekbones, his clothing, something you would find in an older time. "No need to be afraid there, my lady. What is a beauty like yourself doing in such a place like this at such a time of night?"
Regina threw her head back, haughtily. Who was this man, to speak to her as such? I felt a tingling building in her fingertips, a buzz in the palm of her hands. She was readying her magic.
He grinned, a full, toothy grin. That's when I saw them. The vampire's fangs.
I felt my eyes widen. This was the night she had been bitten. Fear passed through her as the vampire's eyes changed to red with bloodlust. She had to act.
I stepped back, throwing my hands up, fire in my hands. I threw the fire at the vampire, but it seemed he was too fast. He dodged the attack, and came up behind me. That's when she ran.
He was toying with her. Playing with his meal. He let her get a distance, into the wood, before he finally closed the gap and grabbed her, spinning her around. His face had transformed now. He was at full bloodlust. It seemed this vampire had not had his share of blood in quite some time. He smiled wickedly, his once handsome face now tight wax over bone.
"I will enjoy draining you." He told me without even a drop of true emotion.
I shivered. This was horrible. He pulled her in, exposing her neck as her opened his mouth. Chills ran up Regina's spine as he pressed an open mouth to her vein, then it was pure pain as he bit in.
Strange sensations filled her then. His presence overwhelmed her mind. He was all roughness and terror. So much fear held me then. He drew on her blood for what seemed like forever, draining until I felt so weak. I felt her life force growing dimmer. She realized she was going to die. He was draining her blood to near-death.
Finally, he let her go. His mind leaving hers. He let Regina fall, not even bothering to heal the place where he had taken his bite. I felt darkness threatening to overwhelm the edges of her vision. Her heartbeat barely there. She was dying.
He wiped his mouth on a handkerchief he pulled from his coat pocket and smirked down at his handiwork then walked away. I growled deep within. I wasn't going to forget his face.
It seemed forever that we lay there. Waiting. Then I heard a crunching in the grass, she whimpered in pain. Please don't let it be him. Then more crunching and whimpering.
Me. The real me. Or at least, her memory of me, as a wolf. I stared at myself through Regina's eyes. Green eyes ringed with yellow, fur of pure white.
The sadness she felt. The hopelessness. Then, as I, a huge, white wolf moved toward her, and she pushed the words "nice wolf" through struggling lips, she felt a sense of comfort when rather than attacking or anything of the sort, I simply lay by her side.
Having the warm body near her as she waited, her hand running through coarse fur, was the best comfort she had in years. I felt it in her core. It hurt me to know that. Had no one ever given this woman care?
Time passed and dawn rose. She saw not a wolf, but what she thought was an angel, with hair of gold beside her as she closed her eyes.
I felt her fade, then the terrible agony of the transformation, like a werewolf's first change at the full moon. Her blood so cold it burned. Her nerves were filled with a striking buzzing sensation. Her body felt as if it was screaming, as her mouth, the bones reforming. Her gums ached. Her body ached. She needed. She wanted. She hungered. Blood. She thirsted, her mouth was so dry it itched and scratched; It was so parched and the only thing she knew in that instant was a desire for blood.
She opened her eyes, searching for blood. Then she saw me, in human form. A woman, beautiful in the dawn, golden blonde curls falling around her, blue-green eyes widening as I scrambled to get away, my body naked. She lunged for me, as I struck, her mouth missing my neck, and my hand ripping her lip. She didn't care. She latched on where she could. Her bleeding open mouth pressing against my hip and her teeth breaking my skin.
When she was done feeding, and she saw me, scrambling away, a sense of loss so great filled her. An angel, she thought. She would never forget me.
I woke up then, my body felt heavy with weight. I attempted to stretch when I realized Regina was wrapped all around me. I smiled as gripped her hands in mine. A warmth was beginning to overtake my bones.
I lay there, for some time, thinking about the dreams, no the memories, I had been shown. Was it because of the bond? Then I rolled over in her arms. I wanted to see her face.
Regina grumbled in her sleep when I moved, but she slept on. It was still too early for her to awaken. I ran fingers along the side of her face, she looked so peaceful, so perfect. I ran a finger over the scar on her lip. I had put that there, but it did not mar her beauty. It only seemed to enhance, to mark her as better.
My fingers slid further down, over her chin, along her throat. Something in me squirmed. I felt a need there. A desire, but I suppressed it. I wasn't ready to confront what that meant, not yet. Not after… So much.
My heart ached. This vampiress, this woman was sinking into me. She was engraving herself into my soul and I didn't mind it. I should, but I couldn't.
I looked up to find chocolate brown eyes watching me. Regina smiled, it was such a soft, open expression, I felt my throat squeeze after everything I had been shown in my slumber. She was even more beautiful, more amazing, to know she had gone through what she had.
I pressed my lips to hers. I wanted this. I knew I had always wanted this, and so did she. As she pressed back fiercely, all the pain and heartache she had once felt, that I now knew of, were forgotten as I sank into the moment.
I slid my body against Regina's and pressed a thigh between her legs. She groaned. Her nipples rubbed against mine as we pressed harder against one another, our arms were wrapped around one another. She linked her legs around mine so that we both had thighs pressed against the other's cores. We moaned into each other as we pressed hot, open mouths together. I slid my tongue into her mouth. She met my tongue and licked, explored, plundered. I felt her wetness as my arousal grew higher, the sensitivity in my nether regions increasing with our activities.
I shifted. I needed more. Regina seemed to sense this, a hand sliding out and between our bodies. She caressed down, between my breasts, teasingly across my abdomen, then along my iliac crest. She squeezed at my bite-scar and I bit into my lip as arousal tore through me. She ran her fingers tauntingly along my pelvis until she reached my slit and she slid her hand in between thigh and clit, rubbing. I threw my head back.
The sensations. She pressed lips to my throat. Kissing and sucking and licking and I cried out as the pressure coiled deep below my navel. I cried out as I felt myself tighten around nothing. I would need to be filled, to have her in me. Then roughly, she slid three fingers in, and I cried out, my body shuddering as it was filled, her fingers pushing against the tightening of my core as she thrust against me and my over sensitive clit gave into the sensations she stimulated. It was so much more than I could handle.
Then I howled. I howled as Regina pressed in a fourth finger, stretching me to my fullest, I felt myself tighten completely around her, then it was as if I exploded. I shuddered, my hips and legs twitching. I felt so much then. I pressed fluttering kisses to as much of her face as I could. I wanted to give so much to this woman. To have so much of her.
"Good evening." Regina finally uttered in her husky post-sex voice. I shivered. I couldn't handle more but my body wanted to.
"Evening." I barely managed to push out. My limbs felt loose.
Regina smiled and pressed her forehead against mine.
"Did you sleep okay?" She asked of me, gazing into my eyes.
I breathed in deep. And nodded. Did she know?
"Yes… I… Had strange… Dreams though." I told her hesitantly.
"Were they dreams? Or more like memories?" She inquired.
I swallowed. Then gave her a tiny nod. It felt strange to admit it. As if I were admitting to reading her diary.
She tucked her forehead under my chin.
"They were… Real. What I am loathe to ask is what you saw." She uttered faintly against my collar.
I wrapped arms tighter around her.
"Nothing that would ever make me think any less of you. If anything… It made me want you more." I answered softly.
I felt her smile against my chest. She pressed her lips to my clavicle then we lay there for several moments, enjoying the quiet.
"As much as I would like to spend all day in bed, I do have a meeting today and we should probably bathe." She whispered to me, eventually breaking the silence. It seemed today was not the day to discuss the memories the bond had shown me.
"Can we at least bathe together?" I asked as I pulled back, with a smile of mischief. I wanted as much of her as I could have. I wasn't ready to let go, not yet.
Regina chuckled and she nodded.
An hour later, we were in her sitting room. Regina wore some of her most eye pulling business wear while she had conjured up some jeans and a tank top, a leather jacket at my request. I let the leather jacket off as per her request. Regina discussed her plans for the day while I held the package I had been given by my sister Kara to open.
I wasn't sure what was in it.
Regina continued on, "The vampire we are meeting is the son of a vampire lord who wants my presence at his next big estate blood banquet He wants me to bring my "wolf pets" as entertainment. I want to make it clear that my pack is not very good in the way of public but 'personal entertainment' and that you're more of a body guard than anything, but I am more than willing to attend with two or three of my pack on hand posing as my arm candy."
I nodded. I was barely listening. I fiddled with the package.
"You are all to go to this meeting today as my guard," Regina instructed me. "I also want your opinion on the entire matter when it is over so please do listen to what is being said the entire meeting unlike what you are doing now."
I snapped my attention directly to the woman standing behind the bar in front of me as she said this.
"Sorry." I apologized sheepishly.
"What's in the package that has you so preoccupied?" Regina questioned me quietly.
I shrugged. "I'm not sure, I haven't opened it yet."
She raised eyebrows at me. "Well?"
I looked down at the package I held in my hands. Could I trust her with it? Would she take it from me? What if it was a weapon against vampires? I wouldn't put it past my mom.
I wouldn't know until I opened it. I tore open the packaging. A journal fell into my hand. A letter fell onto the counter. I stared at the journal for a moment then set it down. I picked up the letter.
I unfolded it and began to read.
Emma,
Your father wanted you to have this when you were ready. It documented many of his "adventures" before and when he became Alpha. Let me just say…. Your father knew a lot of things, a lot he never got to tell you before he died. I wish he was here so he could. Maybe he would have stopped you from giving yourself up for Henry. But then, it wasn't our place, not really, to keep you from doing so.
Just know that I love you Emma. You would have been a great Alpha for our pack, and you still will be, should you ever return. Your sisters and cousins won't give up on you, as I would never expect them to, but I have a feeling there is much more going on than we know. Whatever happens, Emma, I hope you are safe, happy and that you will choose to do the right thing. You will know what that is.
Love, Your Mother,
Snow
A lump formed in my throat. I coughed and attempted to clear it. My mother had always been a bit on the soft side at times. She could be harsh when necessary against other packs, fiercely protective, but… when it came down to us, she was as meltingly soft as a fluffy snow.
Regina watched me, silently.
"Is everything alright, my darling?" She asked me quietly.
I nodded, afraid to trust my voice.
Regina laid a hand over my arm. It was a comforting gesture. I smiled reassuringly at her, as I laid a pale hand over her pale-olive toned one.
I needed to break the moment.
"Should I come to this meeting in wolf-form?" I joked.
Regina gave me a crooked smile.
"Only if you want to dear, it would cause the Vampire Lord's son to at least underestimate you." She drawled, playing fingertips over the tip of my nose. I snorted at her.
"All vampire's underestimate us regardless." I shot back.
She chuckled. "That is because they do not understand the beauty, the value, the wildness of the wolf."
"Oh, and you do?" I raised an eyebrow at her, questioningly.
Regina grinned and tugged me forward via the shirt.
"I know quite a bit." She remarked with a wicked smile and a wink.
I think something in my brain shorted. I felt my mouth flap open and close and she just laughed and shook her head. I frowned and then growled and pulled her in, kissing her roughly. I heard the barest of moans in her throat.
When I released her, she pushed me back and shook her head, smiling.
"I need to meet with my advisors among the vampires. You should go catch up with the rest of the pack. I'm sure Graham wants to give assignments, though I want you by my side in the meeting. I'm sure he'll already know." She told me, stepping back, her expression one of wistful reluctance. It seemed we had trouble letting go of one another. Was it the bond? Or our earlier connection? Perhaps both?
"Fine." I huffed.
I reached out to drag her into one last, soft kiss, then I stepped back. I grabbed my jacket and pulled it on. Then I turned away quickly before the urge to stay came over me. I needed to find the rest of the pack.
I left her suite and bumped into the human, Ariel. She stumbled, probably from the fact I was walking so quickly, and the impact startled her.
"Oh! I'm so sorry!" She apologized. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
I stared at her for a moment. Why did she seem so different from the other humans here? Then I shook my head. Perhaps I could ask the other wolves, or Regina.
"Sure. How about the location of the other werewolves? Do you know where I might find them?" I asked.
The redhead nodded, smiling, "Oh yes. They're in the indoor grotto lounging around. It is beyond the lower grand hall, down past the armory and sparring rooms. You won't miss it, there are plants and trees."
My brows shot up in surprise. Why hadn't I heard of or seen this place yet?
"Okay, well. Thank you, Ariel. I will go find the pack." I told the girl before walking away. Something instinctive still bothered me about her, but I knew I wouldn't be able to do anything without more information.
Eventually, I found the pack in the place where Ariel had directed me. They all lounged around good-naturedly, Will tore into an apple while Mulan and Ruby chattered away. Graham leaned against a tree. The underground grotto buzzed with magic. Regina had probably expended a good amount of it to make it possible this far underground. Tiny balls of light hung in the air around the place, providing magical lighting for the foliage that grew around the place. It was beautiful.
I would have to admire it further some other time. Perhaps in the company of its Mistress.
"Graham." I called to the wolf-man.
Graham pulled away from the tree and clapped his hands. The rest of the pack stopped what they were doing and beg and to form ranks. Will threw the apple core somewhere over his shoulder, wiping his hands off on his jeans.
"Alright ladies-," Graham began in his accented voice.
"Woah, woah, woah now, I remember something about bein' a gent." Will cut in.
Graham shot him a look, crossing his arms.
"If you would have let me finish, I would have said, and gent, as in one gent, as you are the only gentleman here, though technically, we could say our ladies are pretty close since they share similar proclivities, though even with the wife, I still wonder about you, Will." Graham drawled out, deadpan.
Will glared at him while a small noise came from Mulan. She muffled a giggle behind a fist while Ruby laughed outright. I chuckled myself.
I shook my head. It seemed this group could cut up as well as be serious. I needed to spend some more time with them, when I could.
Graham smiled and continued, "Now, if all further interruptions are complete, we have an assignment today."
"Regina has a meeting with the son of a Vampire Lord. He will be here to invite her to a banquet at his father's estate and to also negotiate the terms of having us brought in as entertainment."
At this, the other wolves growled.
Graham waited before he pressed on, "As you are well aware, Regina would never allow for such treatment of us. She is willing to go to the banquet and she will negotiate with the Vampire Lord to bring two or three of us with her as escorts. She would prefer that we remain with her the entire time, but there is something she wishes to gain from the Vampire Lord."
"At today's meeting, we will be attending as guards. I have your assignments as per Regina's preferences. Today, Will, you and Ruby will take the outer hall, patrolling. Mulan, you will have the door. I will be inside of the door, and Emma, she has requested you stay by her side the entire time. It is up to each of you which form you take, human, or wolf. The meeting is taking place in the upper levels, -level 5-, at 2300 and is meant to last only an hour at the most." He instructed us briskly. I wondered at why Graham didn't want to be Alpha. He was obviously proficient at it. Perhaps the duties of an Alpha were taking his time away from him, keeping him from other, more private things he desired to do spend his time on instead.
"Now, does anyone have any questions, any concerns about their assignments?" Graham directed at the group.
We all shook our heads. It seemed pretty straightforward. He nodded his wavy brunette head and we all broke ranks to do whatever we had need of before the meeting. I decided to go put away my father's journal. I would peruse its contents later, after the meeting.
We met near the elevator an hour before the meeting so we could head up beforehand to setup. We would need to check the perimeter and I would need to return to escort Regina to the upper levels.
Perimeters secured, I went to retrieve Regina. The ride in the elevator was difficult. I was doing my best to maintain a professional manner, but she kept smirking at me, glancing at me out of the corner of her eye. She even reached out and caressed my arm, my cheek, my jawbone at one point. She was teasing me, and we both knew it. When we reached the meeting room, and I stepped into the bathroom just off to the side while Graham waited outside of the door, I changed form.
I stalked over to where Regina sat at the head of the conference table in the meeting room. She grinned when she saw me and reached a hand out, running it through my fur. Normally, I would never allow for such behavior, but the look on her face had become so soft, so reminiscent, I couldn't balk at her behavior. She was comforted by this form. It shook something inside of me, a warmth spread from my chest to the digits of my paws. I felt the desire to curl up at her feet, but I knew I would need to at least maintain some image of guardianship. Instead, I settled into a sitting position at her side. I would pace and sit, back and forth as necessary, based on the conversation she had with the. Vampire Lord's son.
Finally, he arrived. I nearly panicked. I knew his scent. His face had changed with age, but I would never forget some of those features. More vampires I knew. Except, when I knew him, he was not a vampire. I held down all outward signs of the conflict roaring within me. He would not recognize me in this form.
Regina began her introductions, "Good evening, Master Baelfire."
The dark haired man bowed. His lined and stubbly face formed an easy, polite smile. He reached out and gripped Regina's hand.
"Good evening, Mistress Regina."
With that, Regina nodded and sat, as did he. They sat two seats from one another, Regina at the head, Baelfire, in one of the seats down the side of the table. He looked as much as he did when I met him 8 years before, slightly weathered, an edge of mischief to his face. The differences now were in the maturation of his features, and the very expensive business suit he now wore. He also had a pale tone to him. He was the son of a Vampire Lord?
Regina ran fingers through my fur. I felt my posture relax. I did not realize I had been sitting so stiffly. She must have sensed it somehow.
Baelfire watched the interaction. He began to speak, "As you well know, Mistress Regina, my father would like it very much if you were to attend his next Blood Banquet in honor of the Autumn Turning. Now, he has also, I am sure, expressed interest in your… pets, before, and he expresses interest in these pets again."
The way he said 'pets' told me he was very uncomfortable with the notion. It seemed he was the same young man I had known before. What had made him become a vampire, then?
"Ah, yess, Lord Rumplestiltskin has mentioned he would very much like for me to bring my wolves to a party or two before. As entertainment. I am afraid, however, that my dear wolves would make terrible entertainment. They are better guards, or escorts than anything. Even then, as an escort, I wouldn't recommend lending them out. They do not handle well with others." Regina replied rather diplomatically.
Baelfire nodded. "I did mention to my father the loyalty of a werewolf does not extend very far."
Regina raised an eyebrow in surprise. She gave the man a wicked smile and exclaimed, "Why my dear man, one would almost think you knew well of the wolves for you to know such a detail!"
Baelfire simply gave her a polite smile and waited. Finally, he seemed to come to a conclusion and he spoke, "My father would probably be fine enough with you coming to the banquet with a few wolves as escorts. He would probably ask to at least see one or two for himself . He has an odd fascination with their transformation lately. If you could work out some kind of deal, I'm sure he would be more than happy to welcome you and someone your pack as guests."
Regina seemed to think it over for several long moments. She rubbed and pulled at my fur as she thought, somehow, she had managed to find one of my wolf-form's really good spots. I was trying really hard not to give in to the sensations, but the urge to rub my head against her hand and to press against her for more was getting difficult. At least wolf-form was distracting me from Baelfire at the moment.
Finally, she answered, "Tell Lord Rumplestiltskin, I will bring three wolves as escorts, and only one will do a transformation as show. He may not touch them unless they give him permission. I will not have my pets soiled except by me. If he agrees to these terms, I also expect three rooms at his estate for the banquet. One for me, one for the females of my wolves and one for the males, depending on whom I bring."
"I-I'm not sure what I can do, but if I can get him to agree to it, I will do my best. I will speak to my father and negotiate these terms." Baelfire acquiesced. He rubbed at his stubble for a moment, then he stood, quickly. He was suddenly in a hurry.
Regina stood herself and the two exchanged their goodbyes with Baelfire bowing out. I felt my heart racing in panic as I realized that hat this meant. I could end up going to a blood banquet where the very man who-, no… I couldn't think about it. Not right now. I had to push it away.
Regina looked down at me. She ran fingers through my fur and gripped my wolf jaw, lifting it, so she could look into my eyes.
"Well, that went well, didn't it?" She said softly. It was more to say it out loud, than to get an actual answer.
I just watched her expectantly. She rubbed my ears and I knew I was acting like a dog, but I didn't care. It felt sooooo good.
She chuckled and Graham coughed. We both shot him a look that spoke daggers. He threw up his hands.
I stepped back and looked up at Regina as regretfully as I could in wolf-form. I padded over to the bathroom and Graham held open the door, letting me in. He closed it and waited while I changed. I pulled on my clothes, stepping back out, clad in human clothing.
I walked over to Regina and held out my arm. She smiled and linked her own through mine and we walked over to the elevator in silence, each of us lost in our own thoughts. Mine were lost in the past.
I had to break it.
"Baelfire… He wasn't always a vampire, was he?" I asked, hesitantly.
Regina shook her head. "No. He was turned by his father's own matron, the one that turned him, about two years ago. Apparently, they were separated for a long time and his father had just found him. It seems his son was turned into a vampire I'm order to save someone he loved."
My face gave away my surprise, I replied, "How noble of him."
Regina eyed me for a moment.
"Did you know him, before?" She questioned.
I hesitated. How did I tell her? How could I tell her? How could I tell anyone? The only ones who knew were my mother, Clarke, myself, Baelfire, and my father, when he was alive. How could I tell her when the very person it affected was the entire reason I was here?
I swallowed the uneasiness I felt rising in my throat.
"I may have, I'm just…. Not sure if I am ready to share that piece of information yet." I replied, my stomach clenching uneasily.
The look in Regina's eyes hardened. She was not happy.
"Have I not shown that you can trust me, Emma?!" She demanded to know.
"Have you not seen my memories, what my life was like? Has part of my past not been shared with you?!"
I shook my head, "Regina, i-it's not that, I just... I need time to process. I need time to figure out how to explain, okay?"
The elevator doors opened just as Regina crossed her arms. She gave me one last glaring look, then stormed off.
"Take all the time you need, wolf, just don't expect to be sharing my bed anytime soon!" She declared over her shoulder.
I watched her stalk off, my heart drooping with the mess I had just made. I couldn't deal with this. I needed out of my head. I went to my room and found the journal my father left me. I may as well jump into his. Maybe he knew what to do. Dad always had the best advice when I was a just a pup.
I hopped onto my bed and I opened the journal to the first entry.
I have no clue how to write a journal, by David Sheep-Chaser. Yep. That's me. Okay if you are reading this, I hope you are a descendent of mine or something, and in that case, I am sorry, I am not that good of a writer. I'm terrible at it. At least for now. Anyways, I am merely your ancestor, the son of the second to an Alpha and his mistress, Ruth. I have a twin wolf, named James. He was given to another pack in a deal.
Anyways, I am kind of a simpleton as the Alpha calls me. He isn't very nice. But he likes that I am strong. Mother says I am brave and kind. I hope you, whoever you are, are too. She also says I am noble and good. All of the qualities a great Alpha should be. I think she thinks I am going to be the Alpha of a pack someday or something. I'm not sure if I would be entirely okay with that.
I don't know. I lead a pretty simple life. But it would be nice to find... Ha I shouldn't tell you this. I'm a man, I shouldn't be writing about finding true love like a girl writing in her diary, but it would be nice. If only I could find the right woman. Maybe someday. She definitely be someone smarter than me. Someone if I did end up becoming an Alpha, that I could run a pack equally with.
Oh, there goes mother. The Alpha is calling as well. I should go. I will write more soon.
Sincerely,
David
I hugged the journal tightly as I finished the last sentence. I did my best to hold back the tears, but I knew I wouldn't be able to. I began to cry. I curled in on myself as I held on. I needed to figure out what to do.
If only he were here. He would know. I told myself. He would have known the entire time.