sandwich back up. “Thank you.” Reluctant, Nick continued to watch me,
making me nervous. “Sorry you won’t be back in time for Thanksgiving dinner
with your Pack.”
Nick smirked. “We
celebrated last month, actually. It’s a Canadian thing.”
“Oh,” I replied. “Well,
then.” Even though my appetite had dwindled, I took a few bites of my sandwich.
“So, how much longer until we arrive?”
“We have about fifteen
more hours until we get to the manor. Barring any bad weather that could keep
us from holding our schedule.”
“And the bikes are okay
to drive in this weather?”
Nick shrugged. “As long
as the roads aren’t too bad, the guys would prefer to take them all the way,
but if we have to, we can always rent a van and load them into it, and they can
drive the rest of the way.”
We discussed the
possibilities of running into the storms that had been forecasted, and Nick was
confident that even if we hit them, we’d still arrive at the manor before the
full moon. If we didn’t, he also had a plan to keep me and
everyone safe should the change be forced upon me.
Hesitating a moment, I
eyed the last little bit of my sandwich like it was some kind of puzzle. “Do
you think I could have a few minutes to call my parents before we headed out?
Just to wish them a Happy Thanksgiving? I’d really like to hear their voices.”
Nick smiled. “You don’t
have to ask, Brooke. Of course you can.”
After lunch, Nick slipped
across the hall to talk to the guys before we left, and I pulled my phone out
of my jeans pocket. I dialed the number for my parents’ house and waited for
someone to answer. My mom did on the third ring.
“Hello?”
I smiled. The soft melody
of her voice relaxed me more than anything else could when I felt lost and
alone. “Happy Thanksgiving, Mom.”
“Brooke, honey,” Mom replied, her own smile evident in her tone. “I’m so glad
you called.” I could hear her cover the receiver before she shouted through the
house. “Keith! Brooke’s on the phone!” There
were heavy footsteps in the background before he arrived at her side.
Several emotions swelled
in my chest: happiness, sadness, regret… Why couldn’t I have waited just one
more day before leaving? Given them this one last celebration.
You know why, I inwardly told myself. And I did; had I stayed,
I’d have continued to find excuses, and they could have gotten hurt. Like David.
“Are you there yet?” Mom
asked.
“No. We stopped in Utah
for the night. We’re actually going to be heading out soon, but I wanted to
call and talk to you guys first,” I explained.
There was a pause from my
mom before she finally found the courage to ask, “And Nick? He’s really what
you need right now?”
I sighed, chastising myself for thinking she was more okay with this decision than she
really was. I should have known she would never truly accept it. In her eyes,
I’d run off with another man shortly after my lover of two years was murdered.
Even I knew how awful that looked. But I wanted to try and make her understand.
“Not him , Mom. Space . I needed to get away from Scottsdale for a bit. So much has
happened lately, and I need to, I don’t know, wrap my head around it all. What
better place than living in the countryside with no distractions?”
I wasn’t sure how true
that “no distractions” part was considering the whole Pack lived under one
roof, but I had an entire countryside to run free in if I ever felt too
claustrophobic.
“I’ll come visit, and
maybe you guys could fly out and visit me,” I suggested. “In fact, I think
that’s a really great idea. Maybe at Christmas… What do you think?”
Even though I wasn’t in
the room with them, I could sense my mother’s sadness. She tried to put on a good
front, but her voice belied her words. “That would be lovely. We’ll definitely
see what we can do. Here’s your father.”
“Okay. I love you, Mom.”
“I love you too,
Marina Dyachenko, Sergey Dyachenko