Parting

She trudged down the path feeling giddy. A blush crimsoned her cheeks as the memories of the night before flooded her. She was so happy. In eighteen years she had never felt this way.

A bad night had finally ended on a good note. He had been gentle yet so passionate when he took her innocence. She felt complete. Satisfied.

 She got to be herself around him and although it was a short period she felt a connection with him. 

She wished she didn't have to leave but the thought of her stepmother Medusa was enough to wake her at dawn. Armed with a flimsy excuse which she could only come up with since her whole mind was fixated on the night before, she increased her pace.

She inhaled the fresh air as she neared home.

A lump grew in her throat when she saw their roof from afar off. She released a deep sigh into the air and twirled around facing the rugged path as if to say goodbye.

For once, she wished she was free to be with the stranger who had made her feel a spark just in one night. She closed her eyes and offered a silent prayer to the moon goddess.

'Please let me see him again. Soon.'

She left her earring there as a symbol of her love and had also taken his pen with her. Jasmine would cherish it for as long as she lived. She could never forget him. He was her savior and someday she would see him. 

Jasmine Peyton was a timid lady and had endured being hated by her family for years because she was born out of her father’s cheating affair. 

Being treated like the Pack’s slave as she came from a family of Omegas made her reserved and quiet. But Dylan had made her feel more than a Pack slave.

She pounded the brass knocker to signify that she was home. No one responded. Where did they go? She repeated it twice and was about to give up when someone opened the door and a familiar head snuck out of it.

"Father." She furrowed her brows at him in confusion when she saw the look on his face and what he was doing.

A look of fear was in his eyes - a clear indication that he was terrified. He was visibly shaken. But what happened?

Why didn't he open the door fully? Her father darted his eyes sideways before pulling her into the house. It all happened fast.

She watched him bolt the door tightly and take fast strides through the hallway. This was unlike her father. Why was he being extra careful? And why was the house silent? 

She followed him into the main house. When Jasmine entered, she soaked in the living area with a more confused look. What was going on? Most of their belongings were missing.

"Father, our things are missing." She pointed out but he didn't answer.

Instead, he dashed into his room. Set to get rid of her confusion, she followed him into his room and was surprised to see everyone throwing their things into their traveling boxes. The room was almost empty.

They seemed lost in their world and no one cared to explain what was going on to her. Were they robbed? It wasn't possible.

"Levi, what is going on?" She decided to ask her elder brother who was struggling to zip his bag.

He ignored her and continued with what he was doing. She flicked her gaze to her stepmother. Instead of shouting at her for coming late, she was emptying her jewelry into her box. 

None of them answered. Then she knew something was up. She didn't need anyone to tell her what to do next.

Jasmine dashed to her corner of the closet and started arranging her things so she could join them. It didn't matter if anything was suspicious. She could always ask them later when they were settled. For now, they had to flee.

And if she wasn't smart enough to pack her things and follow them, they would leave her alone. She would bear the repercussions in the end, especially since they hated her and had always wanted to get rid of her.

Dylan had settled down in the Pack house and was awaiting news on his father's death. He leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes. He was deep in thought.

Dylan was still trying to get over the news of his father's death. He thought everything that was happening was a joke but when Brandon and Kieran, his cousin, showed him his father's casket, he knew it was real.

He had swollen eyes and was sapped of strength because he vowed not to taste any food until his father's killer was brought before him. Even if he ate, it would taste bland in his mouth so there was no need.

This was his way of appeasing his father after being a wayward son who had gone away for too long. He hoped his father rested in peace. Soon he would bring his father's killer to book.

He felt a familiar presence in the room immediately. Dylan didn't have to flip his eyes open to know who it was.

"Speak, Kieran." He instructed his cousin who was in charge of the investigation.

"We have news, Dylan." Kieran said.

Dylan jerked up from the seat immediately. The long-awaited news has finally come. He swallowed audibly as he composed himself.

"Who?" He growled in an angry voice.

"We don't know who in particular but we know the family who killed the late Alpha." Kieran relayed to him.

"I don't care! I need them! I will punish him and his family for daring to kill my father. Death will be too sweet a punishment. Who!?" Dylan snarled and curled his fists until they whitened.

"The Peytons poisoned your father but we couldn't find them. They all seemed to have run away." He told him.