Chapter 272

“Daddy?” Lynn lifted her hand over her chest, her hand shaking, “But that didn’t work did it Mr. Hellmann? I’m guessing that you rejected your heart down in Mexico Lynn, and you either died during surgery or maybe even after surgery,” Lynn shook her head in denial. “You see I had someone contact the doctor that you used down there, and according to them – after giving them a nice little incentive – when you left with your daughter in that back alley room, you did so with a corpse.” “So, tell me how I’m sitting here with your daughter? The same one that only just shifted a year ago?” I waved him off, “Don’t answer that, it’s not important and I don’t care, but you see Lynn, when you died, Walter was given a second mate, Nora. You were brought back by potion? Spell? Vampire?” I guessed a few things, “It doesn’t matter how either, but you see your mate was no longer your mate when you were brought back.” “So I’m going to give you all a warning, for the time being while we are on the island, if I see one of you even so much as look wrong at Walters mate Nora, there will be dire consequences. Whatever pain you feel, is yours to feel. It isn’t Walters fault, it’s your fathers Lynn, so do everyone a favor and put the blame where it’s meant to be. Nora didn’t steal your mate, you died.” “Do – do you think I’ll get another mate?” Lynn whispered. “I tell you that your father stole money. Paid for a heart, which most likely means he had someone killed – murdered – so that you could get your heart and you’re worried about if you’re going to get another boy?” I asked slowly disgust, “Really?” take her wolf away Chelsea, third wolf said.How? Place your hands on either side of her head, then let me take over, I sighed, standing, walking around the table everyone watching me, wondering what was happening? Doing as third wolf said, I placed my hands on either side of Lynn’s head, her family all came to help however like I wasn’t myself I saw them attempt to reach out at me, but pull their hands back, I watched my hands turn bright white, blindingly so, a feeling over fullness took over me, and when it ended I jolted back against the wall. “What the hell did you just do?” “Lynn? Sweetheart?” Mrs. Hellmann crouched down next to her daughter worry flaring. Mr. Hellman, approached me, his eyes black, fury rolling in waves, he pounced. . . . Oakley POV When Chelsea and the others left I went up to my room, needing some time alone, was Chelsea right? Was I angry? And if I was, who was I really angry at? I always thought I wasn’t, I didn’t feel that very often and when I did, it was at myself for not belonging. I knew I disliked Sarah because of the things she said about my momma, but was I – “Hey,” Uncle Grant knocked the door, disrupting my thoughts, after maybe giving me ten minutes alone or so I thought. “It’s been over an hour Oak…” he said concerned, my eyes flew to the clock shocked that he was right. I blinked looking back, “I was thinking about some things,” I said. “Want to talk about it?” I pursed my lips, “Do you think I’m angry or holding it inside?” I asked in a small voice. Uncle Grant came in, siting on my bed casually, he sighed, “I think everything Chelsea said was spot on Oak, I know you told her you don’t feel anger but I think you just got so used to hiding it, you hide it from yourself. I think you’re angry with the adults for failing you, for your dad not taking notice that you were floundering even though academically you were flourishing, for everyone talking about you, about your mom, but I think you’re also angry with your momma,” he said carefully, my head shifted to face him, no longer looking out of the window. “I’m not angry with momma,” I screeched, that – that was absurd. “I have no reason to be angry at momma!” I followed my hands across my chest, and Uncle Grant eyed my movement before answering. “So you aren’t angry that she made you promise not to tell anyone what happen? Or that she kept your daddy in the blind?” he asked freely, no tension in his features or body, I on the other hand went stiff. “She died for us Uncle Grant,” I answered, I couldn’t be mad at someone that sacrificed herself for me, that loved me. How could he not see that? He nodded, “so let say that I buy you a puppy, but I don’t tell you that one day it’s owners are going to come for it, it can be any day. You think everything is fine, you love that puppy and it becomes your best friend. One day the owners come and take it away, would you be angry with me? For holding back the truth from you?” I rested back in the chair, looking outside again, not answering uncle Grant until I heard him leave the room. Tears pooled as I thought his question over, it wasn’t the same.