Chapter 50 CHAPTER 50
Evelyn’s POV
The applause was loud. I didn't expect that I would win the crowd with a popular folklore I knew about their pack. I smiled as I walked away from the stage and headed back to my seat.
“What a wonderful speech by the wife of alpha Michael Greywood,” the MC said. “Remember we have to show our support for our own. Alpha Raymond Greywood for mayor of New York.”
There was a loud shout of agreement. I was glad I didn't ruin this somehow. I pushed through the crowd and looked for our table. I couldn’t wait to tell Michael that speaking to the crowd felt like the best thing I had ever done. I wanted to get his opinion of my speech too. When my eyes finally fell on the table, he was nowhere to be found.
Where was he?
I moved forward and then suddenly I bumped into someone. “Oh my! I..I’m so sorry, ma’am.”
“It’s alright,” she started but then I recognised her.
“I know you,” I said, watching the reaction on her face. “I’ve seen you before. At the fundraiser party last month.”
There was no denial in her face. “Yes,” she said.
She had said something to me that I didn't quite remember. She had expected me to recognize her that day and I didn't.
“Can I have a moment with you?” she asked.
I looked up and Michael was not back. “Sure. What is it?”
“Not here," she said, tugging at my arm. “Outside.”
I hesitated. I didn’t know this woman and there was something odd about her. “Five minutes," I said and allowed her to lead me outside.
We walked across the lawn and into the gardens. There were bright lights that surrounded the hall, pouring into the garden but still offering a form of privacy. A couple of people were discussing within the garden. The air was cold, blowing some strands of my hair. She stopped walking and faced me.
“You are Evelyn Moon,right?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Forgive me for asking, What was your mother’s name?”
I frowned. “Anna. Anna Moon.”
“And your father?”
“Trent Moon,” I replied.
Her eyes softened. “I’m Maya. Your mother’s older sister.”
I was first numb then shocked. I had never seen anyone related to my mum in all these years. “You are my mother’s sister?’ I asked.
“Yes,” she nodded. “I’m so glad I was able to find you,"she said, cupping my cheeks. “You look just like her. Her eyes. And hair.”
I nodded. I had pictures of my mum, and we shared those features."Where have you been all these while?” I asked. “I’ve had no one since mum died and dad.. Dad died too.’
She shook her head. “Your mum is not dead,” she said.
“She is,” I said. “She died when I was five."
She shook her head again. “She is not dead. I know it and I am looking for her."
“I ..I was at the burial. She was in an accident. She...No, aunt. You are mistaken. She died many years ago.” My voice shook. “If she was still alive, why would she hide from me? Why would she leave me all these years without reaching out?"
She held my hand. “That’s why I have to find her. Something is wrong and she has been trying to speak to me.”
“To speak to you?” I looked around, concluding this strange woman might be out of her mind. She did look very strange. “Maybe you have the wrong person. Not me, not my mum. She's been dead and she’s resting well.”
She shook her head. “You don’t understand a lot of things, and it’s she had to leave when you were very young-”
“Stop. Stop it, please.” I pulled my hand from her grip. Just then I saw Michael step out of the hall and he looked around for me. “I need to go,” I said.
“Have you started having the dreams?” she asked.
I wanted to ignore her and just walk away, but I stopped. The dreams. I knew what she was talking about.
“The dreams,” I repeated, turning around. “What do they mean?”
"She's trying to talk to you too,” she said.
I looked back. Michael had seen me now and was walking towards me. I stretched my phone to her. “Put your phone number in my phone. We’ll talk another time.”
She typed her number and stretched the phone back to me. I walked off immediately, my heart pounding and my knees shaking.
“Hey,” I said, as I reached Michael.
“I was looking for you,” he said, looking behind me."Who is she?”
“She was asking for directions," I lied. “I don’t know who she is.” I slid my hand under his arm. “You were gone before I was done with my speech.”
“No,” he said. “I wanted to get you a surprise.”
I laughed. But my mind drifted away. I thought of the dreams. Fire. The cave. The symbols. The wild fox. Why would my mother be communicating with me in such a way? Was I truly a witch?
“Are you fine? Michael asked me.
I blinked. “I’m a little bit tired,” I said.
He glanced at his wristwatch. “The major part of the event is over. We can take our leave now.”
We headed to the car and I sat down quietly. My mind was racing. I was scared and exhilarated at the same time. If my mother was truly alive, then I needed to find her. Perhaps I would get answers to some of the things I didn't understand.
That night as I prepared to sleep, I searched for my aunt’s name using her contact information. Maya Calderon. The name rang a bell. I searched for the name online and I got my answers. Her husband was Alpha Raymond’s opponent. I sank in my bed, allowing the news to settle in. Was this a set up?
Just then my phone rang. I picked it up and the screen flashed with a name I never expected. Tamara Booker. I swiped it off. I had no business whatsoever with her.
Then a text came in from her and I stopped thinking of Maya Calderon.