Chapter 239: Maizie
I walked out of the kitchen away from Rhys, Grace and my mom, but I had no destination in mind. I felt like I couldn’t think straight. Normally, I prided myself on keeping my cool, but I have nearly completely lost in twice in the last week or so. Ever since I saw that picture of my sister. Since I learned that Sawyer was my mate. Since Grace had been missing and come back. Without Grace, I had felt completely lost, and I didn’t know what to do with that. It had scared me. And today, as soon as she had entered my line of sight, I had settled, and I didn’t know what to make of that. Of any of it. None of these things were making any sense.
“Maizie?” Sawyer’s voice called out.
I whirled around, but I didn’t see him before realizing I had walked into our room and he was sitting directly in front of me.
“Hi, sorry, I was lost in my head for a moment.” I confided as he stood up and covered the distance between us.
“Did something happen?” He questioned.
“I uh- my mother is here.”
“Your mother?” Sawyer frowned. “Is this a good thing or a bad thing?”
It was a fair question, but my relationship with her was complicated at best. I honestly hardly remembered her. We had spent so little time together, and I was taken at such a young age, I didn’t know her true views about the pack we lived in or even her story. And honestly, I’m not even sure they mattered. There was so much going on that we had to worry about, adding a parent to the mix seemed to be completely bonkers. I liked the way things had been going. Sawyer and I had been getting to know each other more, and Michael, my best friend was being “adopted” by Grace and Rhys. And I loved Grace and Rhys. They had saved me from a life that I never wanted to go back to, and they were fighting for those we left behind. The fact that Grace had decided to free the people in the prison was a testament to her character. It wasn’t a front or a lie, it just simply was her. And I hadn’t realized how much I had missed her.
“I don’t know.” I admitted. “We were never really very close. It sounded like she was in the prisons with Grace.”
Sawyer stiffened right as he pulled me into him. “Do you think she’ll play spy?” He asked.
“I don’t know.”
“Okay,” Sawyer answered, running his fingers through my hair. “You know, you never wear your hair down like this. I find it to be really something.”
I laughed. Only Sawyer could make a compliment about my hair weird like that. But that’s part of why I adored him so much. He was made for me, which was crazy. There were talks of mates in the Red Blood pack, but I honestly don’t think too many Lycans actually ever found their mates, or maybe they just didn’t value them the way I had seen in the Alpha Pack. Rhys practically worshipped the ground Grace walked on, and Sawyer was trying to do the same. It was funny to me though. Sawyer was one of the smartest people I’ve ever met, and he was trained for nearly every social situation, but in private, he was so awkward sometimes. It made me love him even more.
He kept asking to at least mark me, but I didn’t know if I was ready for that yet. I could admit that he was my mate, and that I was reallyyy in love with him, but marks felt like a jump I wasn’t quite ready for yet, and as far as we could tell, no Werewolf and Lycan had ever completed the bond before, and I was not about to be a guinea pig or trigger the end of the world or something. Nope. Not a chance. No thanks. We would wait, and when things settled down, and we weren’t in constant danger, I would consider it, but I was not going to make Sawyer a target. Not with everything going on.
“I’ll remember that,” I told him smartly as I threw it up into a high ponytail.
He chuckled slightly and cupped my cheek as his eyes glazed over a little.
“Rhys wants us to get a move on. He doesn’t like that we’re this close to the border.”
I nodded but didn’t move to get ready, instead I just walked right into Sawyer’s chest, and he wrapped his arms around me without a second thought. And we didn’t move. If we moved, it meant that we were accepting the crazy that was our life, and I wasn’t ready for that. At least not quite yet. I just wanted to enjoy this moment with my mate for a little bit longer.
A knock interrupted us, and I sighed, finally pulling away, and answering it.
“Yes?”
“Hi, I just wanted to check on you,” Grace said looking a little disconcerted at how I answered the door.
“We are all good, Grace,” Sawyer said, placing his hand on my hip as a way to show that we were together. I rolled my eyes at his actions.
“OH!” She exclaimed. “I’m sorry. I- I didn’t realize. Mates?” She asked.
I smiled at how flustered she was. I wasn’t sure how she was going to come back from the Red Blood Pack, but she was still very much herself. She was Grace.
“Sawyer is being rude.” I answered, playfully smacking him. “But yes, mates.”
“Oh, I’m so happy for you guys!” She exclaimed happily before throwing her arms around us. “I’m so sorry I missed your birthday!”
“Are you kidding? You were clearly dealing with your own shit.” I waved her off. “I’m just happy that you made it out of there alive.”
“Me too.” She smiled before gasping and asking, “Does this mean that you can shift easier?”
I frowned. Lycans often shifted earlier than Werewolves. There was no set age like Werewolves were 18, but the program had fucked me up. They had controlled our shifts in ways I couldn’t even begin to understand, and I hadn’t really wanted to shift since leaving them. It wasn’t out of fear, it's just that my shifts have never been used for good reasons. But I also found it challenging. There was some mental block still there, despite my best efforts. And honestly, I didn’t care. We were at war, sure, but no one would ever use my power against me ever again, and if anyone truly understood that it was Grace.
So, when I told her no, she just smiled, and said we had a lot of catching up to do.