Werewolf Compilations novel Chapter 73

Alpha Grant

I remember the day my mother died. I was young. My father told me to wait in my bedroom while she was taken from the bathtub. Noises came through the door as my father led two men into their bedroom, into the bathroom where her dead body was. They carried her out—I heard them come down the hall—and an hour later one of the house workers came to get me for dinner like nothing had happened.

I told the woman, Theresa, to wait for me downstairs because I wanted to change my clothes. When she was gone I went into my parent's bathroom and stared into the tub as if it was a gateway to hell. The water was marbled with her blood and slowly turned to a pool of unearthly ruby. I stepped in and sat down in the mixture of my mother and the bathwater until Theresa found me and pulled me out. I remember the water was warm and reeked of iron.

Years later my father told me that Mates make you weak. He told me that he'd made the mistake of letting my mother in, but once he did, he had set himself up for ruin. He told me that Mates die, and once they do, you die with them.

My father told me to never have a Mate. He told me this until he died a year after I took over the pack.