Chapter 32
“Running away is easy. It’s the leaving that’s hard.” Samuel T. Herring
Alessia’s “theory” stuck with me for the entire five-hour plane ride ~ long after we stopped talking and she fell asleep
again. Her words sent a chill down my spine. Was Griffin really going to hunt me like prey?
A couple of hours into the plane ride, I ended up falling asleep too
but it was plagued with nightmares.
In my dream, I was a fox sprinting across the foggy forest. I was running away from something – I didn’t know what —
and tried to hide in a hollowed-out tree. I could hardly make out my surroundings while I was tucked in my little hiding
spot, but then I saw it: the monster that was chasing me.
It was a large black wolf, bigger than anything I’d ever seen with piercing dark eyes and sharp canines. Its familiar dark
eyes met mine, and I knew it had me trapped. There was nowhere to run, and all I could do was watch as it stalked closer
and closer. And then it pounced, razor-sharp canines headed for me as I – I shot up in my plane seat, heart pounding.
That was a hell of a dream. But it wasn’t real — it was just a dream. *)
I normally wasn’t one to dissect dreams, but even that nightmare felt a little too on the nose to me. I had been running in
the wolves as a literal fox — which was Griffin’s favorite nickname for me — and the predator chasing me had been a wolf. Could the meaning get any more obvious than that? (°
Clearly, I’m freaked out about what Alessia told me before I fell asleep
and now my fears are manifesting in my dreams.
My heart continued to pound. Although Griffin and I were probably hundreds of miles apart by this point, the thought of
him still managed to put me on edge.
“Passengers, please make sure you’re seated with your seatbelts on. We’re beginning our descent, and we’ll be wheels
down at LAX in minus twenty minutes,” the pilot’s voice croaked through the speakers.
The feedback from the speakers roused Alessia from her own cat nap. Judging from the way she lazily stretched out, it
looked like her dreams had been a lot better than mine.
“are we already there?” she asked me. “They said less than twenty minutes till we get to the airport,” I said.
“Thank God,” she muttered, smiling. “I hate flying. I want to put my feet — and my paws — on some solid ground.”
“Me too. Not the paws part, of course — but definitely my feet.”
At my response, Alessia looked at me, her smile vanishing. “Well, since we’re almost there, it’s time to fess up.”
“Fess up? About what?”
Her eyes burned into mine and I could feel a shift in the air. The light friendliness between us was gone and I was
suddenly reminded of who I was sitting next to: Alpha Alessia, who had slaughtered a member of her own pack to rule it.
She meant business.
“It’s time to tell me about my mate, Clarke,” she said, her face blank.
Oh, that’s what she wanted. Did you forget about your own deal, Clarke? Geez, I suck at this stuff.
Mark that down for reason #497 for why I wouldn’t make a good q ueen. I suck at negotiating.
It’s not that I was trying to withhold information or act coy, but I’d been so wrapped up in my own escape attempt that
I’d almost forgotten what I had agreed to divulge for that escape attempt.
“Right,” I said, “Sorry, I just woke up like you. My brain is still a little fuzzy. I’ll tell you who it is.”
She stared at me with unblinking eyes. Her entire b*dy was tense, and it wasn’t hard to understand why. This was lifechanging information for her.
And not just for her. For Lily too.
“You said you could smell your mate on me multiple times,” I told her, “You said it the first night we met and then you
smelled the
scent on my clothes yesterday too.”
She nodded. “Yeah, the scent was faint but it was there. It wasn’t you but it clung to you.”
“Exactly,” I said, “It had to be someone I interacted with pretty closely then.”
I watched her grab the armrest until her knuckles turned white. “Just get to the point, Clark,” she rolled her eyes, “No
offense but the thought of you ‘interacting closely’ with my mate kind of makes
me want to tear your throat out. So, just tell me who it is.”
“Oh, right, got it,” I said, eyeing her white knuckles, “In that case, I’m about 99% sure you’re mated to my sister.”
There was silence. Alessia paused completely, like she was frozen in time. “Your sister?” she repeated, raising an eyebrow.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.
“Hear me out. Remember the night we met?” I explained, “I was sharing a room with my sister, Lily. We had also spent all
day together too — she sat next to me on the plane and next to me at
dinner. It makes sense why we’d smell like each other.”
Her eyebrows were furrowed like she was trying to process my explanation.
“But last night is what confirmed it for me,” I continued, “Even though I spent most of the day with Griffin, you were still
able to smell her scent on me. Lily and I didn’t interact that much yesterday, but I was wearing her dress.”
Alessia was silent but I noticed that she was no longer clutching the armrest so tightly.
“Lily,” she repeated, “Her name is Lily?” There was a softness in her eyes that I had seen before, but never on Alessia. It
was the look that my dad and Grace exchanged. It was the look that Griffin had given me just yesterday.
Don’t you dare start thinking about Griffin right now, Clarke. He’s part of the past now, you’re leaving that chapter of your
life behind.
“Yeah,” I said, “She’s like half a year younger than me, and she just turned eighteen. Had you gone to the dinner party or
even the diplomatic meeting, you would’ve met her.” *)
Alessia sighed. “I should’ve known,” she said, “Of course it makes sense. You didn’t come alone and I kept smelling that
scent on you
— I should’ve figured it out sooner. I could’ve actually met her.”
“Well, you still can,” I said, “As long as you don’t mind a road trip. She lives with my dad, just like me — or just like I used
to, I guess. Our pack is in Washington, they live on Blacktooth territory. And hey, now you can meet her on your own
terms. As someone who found their mate in the middle of a crowded meeting, it wasn’t ideal.”
“Lily,” she repeated again, “in Blacktooth territory. And you’re sure about this?” I could see suspicion in her eyes. “You’re
not trying to screw me over, right?” There was a dangerous edge to her voice as she spoke that last part. I guess I
couldn’t really blame her for being cautious, but since Alessia wasn’t shy about violence, I also didn’t
want to give her any reason to think I was lying.) “No, I promise I’m telling the truth,” I said, “I didn’t even put any of this
together until yesterday, but based on what you’ve told me, it’s got to be her. There’s nob*dy else I came in close contact
with at the castle besides Lily and Griffin, and we all know it’s not that last one. I guess there’s a chance it could be my
brother but —”
“Oh, absolutely not,” Alessia groaned, “It’s definitely got to be the sister. I’m not into anything that has a dick attached to
it.” (
“Well, that settles it,” I said, “You’re mated to my sister…and I guess that makes us family.” Although I’d known Alessia was mated to my sister for about a day, the information felt like it was just now sinking in.
Her connection to my sister would forever tie us together. Images of Alessia at family dinners and pack events ran
through my brain like a movie montage – and honestly? I didn’t hate it.
Thad always known that Lily was going to end up with a mate and I had dreaded it. I didn’t want to see my sister
transform into some submissive shell that only lived to take orders from her Alpha mate.
And, sure, Alessia was an Alpha but I had spent enough time with her to know she wasn’t like the rest. She hated the
traditional Alpha system as much as I did. Truthfully, there wasn’t a better person I could think of to be my sister’s one
true love. (7
“Well, I guess if we’re going to be family,” Alessia smirked, “Then it’s a good thing I’m helping you out here. Gotta look
out for the fam, right?”
I chuckled.
“although I highly doubt I’ll be seeing you at any family functions anytime soon,” Alessia added, “I mean, have you
thought this through? Long-term? Or do you just plan to be on the run from your mate forever?”
I shook my head. “No, not forever…but definitely for awhile. I can’t go back to my dad’s place for awhile either, I know
that. That would be the first place Griffin would look, but it’s not like I plan to never see my dad, sister, or brother again. I
just got to stay away long
enough for Griffin to lose interest and move on.” .°)
And to make sure I don’t get stuck living in Blacktooth pack forever.
Alessia rolled her eyes. “I’d tell you that you’re delusional, but I don’t think you’d believe it,” she said, “I’ve already told
you — there’s no way your mate is just ‘losing interest’ or ‘moving on.’
That’s not how this works, but whatever helps you sleep at night.”
Although Alessia didn’t believe me, I couldn’t imagine that Griffin would hold onto someone he didn’t even know
forever. He was the king of wolves — he’d move on to someone more worthy of him
forever. | And when the heat dies down, maybe I can come back and visit my dad
and the rest of the Blacktooth pack.
After I’ve already gotten to experience a little bit of a human life, that
is. “Alessia,” I said, “Can you promise me something?” “Hm?”
“I assume now that I’ve told you about my sister,” I said, “You’ll be going to meet her soon, right?”
Alessia raised her eyebrows. “Are you kidding? I’ve got my mate’s name and location — as soon as I get back to my pack
and tell them
what’s going on, my a*s is on the first flight to Washington.”
“Okay, good,” I said, “You already know I can’t go back to my dad’s side of the family — not for a little while. And on the
off-chance that Griffin comes looking for me there, I can’t let them know
where I’m goin,
ut I don’t want them to worry either. I want them to know I’m safe.”
“Let me guess,” Alessia rolled her eyes, “You want me to relay the message when I go to meet your sister? That you’re
safe and not dead and dying in a ditch somewhere.”
“Yes, exactly.” She scoffed. “Fine. But just for the record, you’re on the run from the most dangerous werewolf in the world, Clarke. I wouldn’t exactly classify you as ‘safe.” (1