I stepped into the cosy pretty house, with Lucian. I had chosen to wear a nice front buttoned dress rather than my usual sweatpants today. Even if his mother was not in her senses, I wanted to appear presentable.
"Where is mom?" He turned to ask one of the omegas who had opened the door.
"She is in on the deck, Alpha" she replied.
The house was two-storied. The first floor had the main hall, kitchen dining and the backyard. It was well furnished with state-of-the-art furniture.
On the upper floor the bedrooms, a central living room and a huge deck overlooking the river. It was beautiful, and I fell in love with it immediately.
I nervously approached an older woman in her 50s sitting in the armchair knitting something.
"Hey, Mom," Lucian said, walking over and pulling her in for a hug and pressing a kiss to her cheek.
"How are you today?"
She turned and looked a little confused, then affectionately patted his darkly bristled jaw, she told him, "are you back from school? "
He smiled," Yes, I am back from school."
"Well, where is your sister? Tell her I don't like that hideous bicolour colour of hers."
He chuckled.
"Mom, I found my mate," he looked at me and gestured me to come in the front.
The white-haired woman stared at me with her piercing green eyes, so this is where Lucian got his eyes from. She was a strikingly beautiful woman, with the same green eyes as Lucian. Werewolves live long. She was still lovely though her hair had turned white, and she looked like a human would in their 50s which was not normal for a wolf.
"Rose! What are you doing here?" She asked, a little confused.
Lucian narrowed his eyes," Mother this is Alice, my mate."
She held my hands and said in an agitated voice.
"Rose, Regina is still alive, you must kill her."
"Mother, she is not rose," he sighed.
"Who is Regina?" I asked, I was shocked beyond words because Rose was my mother's name.
"The witch!" She whispered, and then she suddenly left my hand and picked up her knitting as if nothing happened.
Lucian and I exchanged looks.
"I am sorry, I told you she is not in her senses."
He apologized.
"On the contrary, I feel she still remembers things from the past, Rose was my mother's name. And I believe she thinks I am her. I look like my mother." I spoke.
His eyes widened in surprise.
"That means our mothers knew each other?"
I nodded.
"What happened to her?" I asked.
He took a deep breath.
"The poison killed her wolf, it's rare, but it can be done by some rare kind of poison. My dad and then her wolf's loss drove her insane." He said sadly.
That explained the unnatural ageing. She was human now. I felt a surge of pity for the woman. Our wolves use part of our soul. I could not imagine living without her. Leaving his mom in the care of the Omegas, we walked out of his house. The visit had raised more questions for me.
"Lucian wait! We need to talk."
He stopped and turned, raising his eyebrows.
"Who is Regina? Do you know something which I am unaware of?" I asked.
He sighed.
"Trust me, you are better off not knowing about her." He replied and started walking away briskly.
"Lucian, don't you think you must try to find out what your mother meant." I insisted.
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