Chapter 204: Amalie

Friday morning comes too quickly for my taste. I have dragged my feet all morning, dreading to go talk to my father’s friend from his old pack. She is supposed to be arriving at our house in twenty minutes.

“We’ll be right in the dining room if you need us,” Mark says as he watches me brush my hair for the third time this morning.

“I know,” I say as I pull the brush through my hair.

“They’re here,” Dad says as he wheels himself to my doorway. “Also, Alpha Harold is here and would like to talk to you both.”

“Markus and I will be in the dining room,” Cal says as he places a kiss on my forehead. He takes the brush from my hand. He exits our room.

“Mind link or talk loudly if you need us,” Mark says as he gives me a quick kiss before he is following his older twin out.

“You ready?” Dad asks.

“No, but I don’t think that I ever will be,” I say as I take a deep breath and walk to him.

“We’ll be right here if you need us,” he says as he pats my hand.

“I know dad,” I say as I try not to cry.

He nods his head and turns his wheelchair around. Dad leads me to the living room.

“Hello,” a tall woman greets me as I enter the room. She has icy blue eyes and brown hair that curls perfectly.

“Hi,” I say.

“I’ve been looking forward to meeting you for a while,” she tells me as she shakes my hand.

“This is Rebekah, she is Alpha Harold’s Luna and a psychiatrist,” my father introduces.

“Luna,” I address the female wolf.

“None of that, dear. After all, I am in your home and territory, I should be referring to you as Luna,” she laughs. She turns to my fathers and state, “Now out, so we can talk.”

Both of my dads leave me alone with the other Luna.

“Please sit, this will make things more comfortable,” she says with a smile as she sits down in a chair. Rebekah pulls out a notebook and pen.

I sit across from her on the couch. I start to fiddle with my hands, unsure of what to do with them. “So, what do I do?”

“You say what you want to say, do what you want to do,” she says with a smile.

“But aren’t you supposed to ask me questions about what happened and why I need you?” I demand.

“If you want to start right there we can, or we can spend this session talking about who you are and who I am,” Rebekah says.

“You pulled out a notebook to write things down,” I point out.

“I did, I find that I like to write down questions and answers, or even doodle as I talk,” she laughs as she shows me the little flower that she had been drawing. It’s a tiny rose. “William told me that you had a daughter named Rose.”

“Yes, she turns four next week,” I say.

“Oh, you must be excited?” Rebekah asks.

“I am, but I am also worried that she will be overwhelmed. She’s never had a birthday party, and I’m scared that the twins will go overboard on the party. They like to spoil us,” I say with a small laugh.

“Yes, from the times that I have met them, they seem like the type. Even Calyx in his broody and quiet way,” she laughs.

“You’ve been able to tell them a part?” I ask.

“Harold, my mate, has an easier time, but he mind links me who he is talking to, so I know. When the pair were younger and part of the Alpha rotation, they would try to confuse everyone,” she tells me.

“I never had any trouble telling who was who, even when others had trouble,” I say as I remember a few times they switched during school.

“Well, you are their mate. It makes sense that you would know who was who,” Rebekah says. “I imagine from your smile, those two tried to play the same trick on teachers?”

“A few times,” I laugh. “In fourth grade, we were going to have a guest speaker come in. The twins had switched shirts shortly after coming to school. Even then, Cal wore darker colors and Mark wore brighter. No one realized they had switched back during lunch. When I asked Cal why they switched, they pulled me into janitors' closet. The pair told me that no one had noticed them wearing each other’s clothes. So, they wanted to see how many more times they could switch. I pointed out that they should be switching places as often as they could.”

“You encouraged them to switch?” Luna Rebekah asks.

“I mean, I assumed the teacher had noticed and just didn’t want to deal with them. I thought that they were trying to see if any of our classmates noticed. I didn’t even realize that no one noticed until they got tired of switching places and I was the only one who noticed each switch,” I shrug.

“Have you thought about getting your GED since you did not finish school?” she asks me.

“I don’t know, I would have to study,” I tell her. “Though I could probably pass the tests. Melissa made me do most of her schoolwork.”

“I’ll get a hold of any of the prep work for the tests, and we can discuss it next time,” she smiles to me.

“I think I would like that,” I say with a smile.

“I’m glad. I am enjoying talking with you,” she says. “Now, tell me more about yourself.”

“What am I supposed to tell you?” I ask.

“Favorite food, favorite color, different things like that. What are you hoping for in your expecting pup?” Rebekah asks.

“Um, my favorite color is green,” I answer.

“I am assuming the shade of your mates’ eyes?” she laughs.

“Is that bad?” I ask with a blush.

“Not at all, my favorite color is deep brown, almost black. Harold’s wolf is that color and I love that color,” Rebekah tells me.

And that is how the next hour goes. We trade questions and answers back and forth as we talk. I am grateful that she does not have me talking about what happened. Luna Rebekah is nice and I’m grateful for her.

“Well, I think we had better leave off here,” Rebekah says with a laugh. “Some homework for next week. Think of three things that you want to get out of our sessions and two things that you want to go into during them.”

“I can do that,” I say as Rebekah hands me a paper with the homework.