Chapter 113.

Chapter 113.
113\. Rachael.

We all moved on from the conversation, exhausted from the previous day's events. The weight of Ethan's father's condition hung in the air, a constant reminder of the uncertainty that lay ahead. As we sat there, lost in our own thoughts, Chekov arrived, his presence a brief interruption to the somber mood.

"My lady," he greeted me and went on to approach Nathan and Ethan, his voice low and urgent as he whispered something to them. They listened intently, their expressions were serious, and I could sense the gravity of the situation. Whatever Chekov was telling them, it was clear that it was important.

After a brief moment, Chekov nodded and turned to leave. "I will see to it, my lords," he said, his voice firm and resolute. He saluted, a gesture of respect and duty, before turning on his heel and departing as quickly as he had arrived.

The room fell silent once again, the only sound the soft rustling of fabric as we shifted in our seats. Nathan and Ethan exchanged a look, their faces set with determination. Whatever Chekov had told them, it was clear that they were ready to take action, to do whatever it took to address the situation.

As I watched them, I felt a sense of admiration for their strength and resilience. Despite the challenges they faced, they remained steadfast, determined to navigate the complexities of their world. And I was grateful to be a part of their lives, to be able to offer what little support I could in these uncertain times.

I suddenly remembered that I had not finished the diary and stood up from the bed. Ethan and Nathan's eyes followed me as I opened the wardrobe and filed through my things. I brought the brown book out, dusted it and returned to the bed.

Ethan looked up from his spot on the floor, situated between the table and the bed, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on the book in my hand. A spark of recognition lit up his face. "Hey, isn't that the book you said Lyanna gave you?" he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.

I nodded, testing the waters. "Yeah, it's more than a book, though." I hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. I knew I could trust Ethan and Nathan with the contents of the diary, but a part of me was still reluctant to share.

Nathan, who had been lounging in the chair, yawned and stretched, his eyes half-closed. "Seems like some kind of journal, probably a diary," he said, his voice lazy. But as he caught sight of my expression, his interest piqued, and he sat up straighter.

"It is a diary," I replied, my voice low. "My mother's diary." The room fell silent as Ethan and Nathan exchanged a glance, their faces suddenly intent. I could sense their curiosity, but I also knew they respected my need to read it in private. Still, they were drawn in, eager to learn more.

Ethan's eyes locked onto mine, a question forming on his lips. "What's in it?" he asked, his tone gentle, but with an undercurrent of excitement. Nathan leaned forward, his eyes fixed on me, waiting for my response. I hesitated, weighing my options, unsure how much to reveal about the secrets hidden within the diary's pages.

I sighed. "I will tell you what I found inside, it's really crazy."

Ethan slowly got up and sat on the bed. "What's in?"

I took a deep breath, deciding to share more about the diary's contents. "It's about my mother, I'm not done reading it yet, but it seems like Sirius was a member of this pack a long time ago because he was mentioned here," I said, my eyes scanning the pages as if searching for more clues.

Ethan's expression turned somber, his eyes clouding over with memories. "Yes, he was," he said, his voice low and measured. "Several years ago. He did something bad to my father, something that got him exiled. That's why he has a bone to pick with us, aside from the usual...fiasco with you."

I felt a surge of curiosity, my mind racing with questions. What could Sirius have done to warrant exile? And what exactly happened between our families? Nathan's eyes were fixed on me, his gaze intense. "You mind telling us what you found?" he demanded, his voice firm but not unkind.

I hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. But something about Ethan's and Nathan's expressions put me at ease. They were genuinely interested in hearing more, and I trusted them to keep my confidences. "There's a passage here," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "It mentions Sirius's name, and something about a plan. I'm not sure what it means, but it seems important."

Ethan leaned forward, his eyes locked onto mine. "Let me see," he said, his voice low and urgent. I hesitated for a moment, then handed him the diary, careful to keep my fingers steady. Nathan moved closer, his eyes scanning the pages as Ethan read the passage. The room fell silent, the only sound the soft rustle of the pages as Ethan turned them.

I went on to narrate what I had found so far, about Lyanna being with my mother in the academy, about Sirius and where I stopped. As I spoke, Ethan and Nathan listened intently, their faces reflecting a mix of surprise and curiosity.

When I finished explaining, Nathan let out a low whistle. "Crazy, how everything is connected," he said, shaking his head in amazement. Ethan nodded in agreement, his eyes scanning the diary's pages as if searching for more clues.

"Let's read it together, to the end," Nathan suggested, his voice filled with excitement. "Can we do that, Quincy?" he asked, using my name instead of Rachael, which I suppose he thought was a slip of the tongue but I let it pass.

I nodded, feeling a sense of relief that I wouldn't have to go through this alone. "Sure, if it will help us now," I said, smiling slightly. "I'm also using this to learn about my powers too." Ethan's eyes met mine, a glimmer of understanding in their depths.

As we sat down together, the diary opened between us, I felt a sense of camaraderie wash over me.

Sarah came in once, with a tray of juice and cookies, prepared my clothes and left without saying much. She seemed surprised to know the Lord's were still inside with me.