Chapter 303 Chapter 303
There was the tone she needed, that one that he had used every time she needed him to. The one where she could tell him anything and he would listen and help her fix it. “My partner on the team is from Nox’s and,” she winced, “he’s my mate.” She let go of the rod and waved her hand toward the sky, “and he’s known for years. Years Walker and I didn’t—and he didn’t do anything about it.” She snorted, “and now he says we can’t because I have Alpha blood and he’s a mutt.” She rolled her eyes, “I don’t even know what that is. Is it a real term or what? I don’t know.” She glared at the water, “I don’t know where he is right now, he went to move the traps but didn’t come back, I killed a bat with an ax and now I’m fishing.” She sighed.
“Uh, Jesus, I haven’t heard you speed talk like that in years.” He cleared his throat, “you found your mate?”
She nodded and then remembered he couldn’t see her. “Yes.”
“What do you mean he says you can’t be mated because of your Alpha bloodline?”
“That’s what he said.” She lifted her hand, then dropped it again.
She heard him blow out a breath and could picture him rubbing his hand over his brow like he did when he was thinking. “What clan is he from? Is he one of ours? I don’t follow who’s on Nox’s team.”
“He’s not from ours.” She could see Deacon standing there as he had earlier in his animal’s form. “His mother was from South America…”
“Jesus, I can barely remember clans from here.”
“His father was from here. His last name is Parrish.” Surely talking about this wasn’t giving away too much, what would anyone else do with this information.
“Parrish.” He blew out a short breath, “if I had use of my computer at the office I could look, but that won’t happen.”
She bit her lip. “He’s not a fox, Walker.” She winced, “his father was.”
“Ho-ly shit, Giana.” He made another long-drawn-out breath, “oh, sister, you are going to give me grey fucking hair one day.”
“Hey, I don’t get to choose my mate, it just is.” She reminded him.
“Okay. Okay, I know, but just once if you could do something normal and expected, that would be something, huh?” Another breath, “So what clan was his mother?”
“Maned Wolf.” She whispered.
“I don’t even—wait, yes I do.” He made some sort of sound, and she had no idea what it meant. “It was on a list, I don’t, fuck—remember where I saw it, but, sis, his kind is almost gone from this world.”
Gia sat straighter, “what does that mean?”
“That is your hail-fucking-Mary, sister my heart. It’s rare for mixing of the clans to happen and it can only happen if there is a true mating,” he mumbled something she couldn’t understand, “it’s in some by-law for our people or something, but with him being a rarity, it might,” he snorted, “it’s highly unlikely though, it might not make Dad’s face go purple where those veins in his forehead take on a life of their own—”
Eyes wide now, she looked across the river. “I don’t care what Dad thinks about all of this.”
Walker laughed, “you never have.”
She realized how long they’d been talking. “Shit, Walker, I have to go. We were told brief calls only on these phones.”
“Uh, okay. Look drop me a text when you can, and let me know you’re well. If they let me back on the computers, I’ll look shit up for you.”
Gia nodded. “Okay.”
“Hey.” Walker’s tone had softened, “look, if you’re happy, don’t let anyone fuck it up, you got it?”
She smiled, her eyes watering. “Got it. Love you, Bro.”
“Be safe.” He hung up.
Gia looked at the fish beside her, “you hear that, don’t let anyone fuck it up.” She smirked, “even my unwilling mate.” The fishing rod started to slide off her leg. She grabbed it before she lost the rod and the fish.