Chapter 172 CHAPTER 172

Chapter 172 CHAPTER 172
"That does not give you permission to be rude to her. You have to take into consideration her feeling this has been a shook to her to find out the daughter she thought was dead is alive and well." I told her.

"I know mom, I just feel she will try and pull I'm your mother card on me. She is my biological mother. Not the mom who sat by my bed when I was sick who helped me shift for the first time. Who protected me and loved me." Angel said.
"I understand that Angel, what Emerson is saying is for you to have some compassion for her feeling," Dad said as we turned off the main road. There were high fences that had signs every few feet that read said private property keep out. You have been warned in bold red letters.  A warrior came over to the car; Tyron handed him a paper.
"Make a left off the main road here it will be third house on your right. Welcome and enjoy your visit," the warrior said as he passed back the papers. Once the gate was lifted we made our way to the house he indicated.
The house was not hard to miss two beautiful women stood on the porch.
"Let me get out first,” Tyron said. I nodded.

ANGEL'S POV
I sat looking out the front window from the back seat at the two women standing on the pouch. I could tell which one was Trisha, she kept twisting a dish towel around her hands.
Dad opened mom's door first and she got out and walked with dad to introduce themselves to Brenda and Trisha.
"Hello, Ladies, My name is Tyron Stone, and this is my mate Emerson. We are Angel's adoptive parents. " Dad said.
"It is a pleasure to meet you," the lady I assumed was Brenda said.
"I ask that for now there is no physical contact with Angel she is very nervous as I'm sure you are as well." Dad said. I could have jumped out and kissed him, but I sat and waited for him to call me out of the car.
"We understand, don't we Trisha?" Brenda said. Trisha just nodded. Dad waved for me to get out of the care. I opened the door got out and closed it before turning around. Brenda and Trisha did not have the look I expected on their faces. The smile I had dropped from my face.
"Did Len put you up to this. This is a very cruel joke; she is not my daughter how could even try and pass her off as her. My daughter had chestnut brown hair." Trisha screamed.
"Trisha I can explain everything if we could go inside?" Mom said.
"Get back in that car and leave, how dare you do this to me Len Robertson will pay for this!" She yelled.
"He is already paying for what he did they arrested him yesterday they sentenced him to death, but I pleaded for Grandfather to put him in prison for the rest of his life. Death would be the easy way out for the crimes he committed." I said to her in a firm voice.
I took out paper mom had given me in the car and looked at Brenda as walked closer to them.
"Brenda you are my mother’s sister, that would make you my aunt correct?" I asked her.
"Yes, if you were Grace." She replied. I walked over and gave her the paper.
"A long time a go my name was Grace, but since I was two I have been called Angel when Emerson adopted me when I was six it be became my legal name. Brenda read the paper I gave her.
"What is it?" Trisha asked her.
"It is a paternity test, Angel is your daughter Grace." Brenda told her. Then it started.
"Grace, Grace, my Grace," she started coming to me. I went over to mom and dad stepped in her way.
"Trisha, no physical contact. Your scaring her and please her name is Angel not Grace." Dad told her.
"Come let's all go inside," Brenda said. We followed them into their small but beautiful dining room living room.
"This is a beautiful room, " I told them looking around.
"Thank you, I went went to college to become an interior designer, before I met Len." Trisha said.
"I can't go to collage," I told her. Why had I said that it just came out I looked at mom and whispered sorry. Mom just smiled and gave my hand a light squeezing.
"Why can't you go to collage?" Brenda asked.
"You can tell them Angel it is who you are, nothing you say or do will upset me, ok." Mom said.
"Well I was born with the chestnut brown hair but by the time I was seven my hair had turned silver like moms.  You see I'm a very special wolf.
"What do you mean?" Trisha asked sitting down. Brenda was being in a trolly with tea and coffee and sweets on it.
"I'm a sliver wolf, like mom and Nana." I told her. She smile.
" before you were two the pack witch and healer came to see you she said you were very special and you did not like your father, sorry Len because you could see the darkness in him. You were always scratching and biting him. He would not stay in the same room as you. He said you scared him." Trisha told me.
"I guess that explains why he got rid of me then. He just said I was a curse." I told her.
"You have seen him?" She asked.
"Yesterday, like I said I asked for him not to be put to death. The rest of his life he will remember my light and his crimes."
"May I ask who named you Angel and raised you until Emerson adopted you?" Trisha asked. Brenda had served us all and was now sitting beside Trisha.
"Well Len actually gave me to dad who I was with until I was five. He named me Angel." I told her.
We sat and talked for a long-time dad filled them in about the farm and me being taken by Tracy. I told her about getting lost trying to catch a bunny, that was when I wondered into Uncle Andrew's pack and he called mom and Nana.
"I got sick for a while it would come and go but mom never left my side. I was getting sick because inside my body was changing to fast. On my eighth birthday I shifted into my wolf. I would have died if mom and Nana's wolves had not helped me." I told them.
"Seriously at eight you shifted, that is unheard of, no pup has ever survived shifting at that age," Brenda said.