"So, how many members do you have in this...pack of yours?" I asked Khol, casually, as we strolled to wherever he was taking us.
"Few, compared to other packs. A hundred and ninety four to be exact," he grinned. "Those are the members of the Palace. The hunting pack, you would call it, is of six people, excluding myself."
"Ah...so you're the big boss?" I laughed, impressed when he nodded.
"Logan's my beta," he added proudly, and winked at his friend. But Logan was gazing at me, unaware his Alpha had spoken. I looked at him, and he shook his head instantly; coming back to reality. I smiled charmingly, and he blushed. Eva elbowed me and winked.
"Sorry," he mumbled, embarrased, once again. Khol guffawed loudly, and pat his beta's back.
"Don't worry, wolfie —you can't help it. She's in heat," he smirked, and my face flushed in humiliation.
"You can't just go out and say that, Khol," I scolded, smacking the back of his head.
"Every female goes through it," reassured Logan. I giggled and Eva hummed, as if I didn't know what she was thinking. He opened the door and we all entered a velvet-painted room, with two cream sofas and fluffy white couches. A round glass table lay in the center of the room, with perfectly sculpted vases on it.
"You guys totes robbed a bank," I laughed. "But seriously though, where did you find the money for all this?"
"We've lived for hundreds of years, Sky, we've saved a few dollars," he chuckled.
"Wait a minute! How old are you?"
"I turned ninety-four on my last birthday,"
"Fuck you. And oh-mee-god, your car! You didn't win it!" I exclaimed.
"Nope, it's all mon-ay hon-ay," he said, wiggling his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes and took a seat next to Eva, Logan sitting next to me.
"So who are we meeting?" I asked, looking around.
"I think you're gonna like them...or one of them at least,"
Tyler and Jordan walked in, and flashed me pearly-white grins. I waved awkwardly at them, and they ploppled down on the couches.
"Hey, girlies. 'Sup?" Jordan asked, easily.
"Not much. Found out I'm a werewolf, you guys are too, my bestfriend is a witch and my mom is a purebred, but had to leave me for some jerk who is obsessed with tradition," I shrugged. The violet double-doors opened, and a glorious blonde woman who looked in her late twenties, and a tall dark brune who looked in his early thirties, walked in. I instantly recognised her, and my eyes filled with tears. The couple both gasped when they saw me, and I stood up.
"Mom?"
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