think?” His eyes implored mine, telling me to give a little.
I sighed, feeling
deflated and outnumbered. “Fine, but at the first sign that it’s getting out of
control I’ll cancel the whole thing.”
My mother beamed at me,
her eyes sparkling with happiness. She reached over and touched my face with
her hand, the first time she had made contact with me in some time. “You will
love it, I promise.”
Instead of waiting for
either of us to respond, she jumped up. “I’d better go. I have so much to do.
How does two weeks sound?” she asked us. When we nodded, she grinned. “ Perfect .
I’ll call you with details in a few days.” At the door, she turned around, her
face clouded with remorse. “And Megan, you were right. I had made it about me.
I’m sorry. This time will be different, I promise.” With that, she spun on her
heel and slipped out the door.
I hated the twinge in
my heart her words had caused. I had always wanted to hear some kind tenderness
from my mother and now I wondered if it was real. This was my mother; I
couldn’t get my hopes up.
Nate and I could only
stare at the empty space that she had previously occupied as we listened to her
car start up and drive away. Suddenly, I was in his arms and he was squeezing
me. I inhaled his scent, letting the smell soothe me. “I’m so proud of you,” he
whispered.
I knew what he meant,
but I was still in shock. I had never told my parents how I really felt, not
like that. Instead of her having a major meltdown like I had always expected,
she smiled and apologized.
I was literally
speechless.
Chapter
Three
The Call
A few days later,
everything was back to normal. All of our family and friends had accepted the
fact that we had eloped. We were now looking forward to the tasteful and
elegant reception my mother and Mona were planning. Surprisingly she was
following my wishes and had only called me when necessary. Mona had told me
that she was truly trying to make me happy. When Mona found out what I had said
to my mother, she let me know that she was proud of me and that I should have
done it a long time ago. If I had known that my mother would have shown even a
tiny bit of remorse, I would have.
“Megan, I’m leaving. I’ll
see you tonight.” Nate’s voice called to me from the front door as he left for
work. I was just adding the finishing touches to my makeup as I got ready for
my day at the shelter. I was getting a tour of the new wing. It wasn’t ready
yet, mainly just the frame was up, but Julia and I were anxious to see it.
“Okay, I love you!” I
yelled back, although I wasn’t sure why, considering we were both werewolves
and could hear very well. I heard the front door slam shut and his car start up
and drive away as I shoved my makeup back into the bag.
When I was ready,
dressed in a pencil skirt and silk blouse, I grabbed my purse off of the bed
and my keys fell out dropping onto the rug. The clinking of the metal was
muffled against the plush carpet.
When I bent to pick
them up, I noticed a thin notebook stuffed under the mattress on Nate’s side of
the bed. With just a tiny twinge of guilt, I yanked it out. The cover was dark
blue with no writing on it. As I turned to the first page, I wasn’t exactly
surprised with what I found. Three pages were filled with the name Isaiah King,
but all the addresses were different. The memory of finding the name in the
pocket of his jeans just after Charlotte was killed flashed in my mind. Nate
had explained that he thought she was reaching for the paper and not a gun as
Joe had assumed. He was just trying to protect us by killing her, but later
regretted his actions when no gun was found in her pocket.
Nate also believed that
the name was for him, because right before she was killed, she had admitted
that she regretted making him a werewolf. Not that we believed her, she would
have said anything to save herself. I knew Nate was curious about it, but I
didn’t know he was