Chapter Thirteen

Emily's POV 

“You alright?” She asked me and I nodded.

“I'm fine.”

“You haven't had anything to eat, have you?”

“Not today.” I answered.

“Come with me, there's probably something for you to have in the kitchen.”

“Right.”

I followed Penelope to the kitchen and it was filled with many chefs who were making many things.

Penelope turned to one of them, “please make carrot soup for two.”

“Okay, no problem.” The chef said and went to start a meal from scratch.

“Is carrot soup that good?” I asked Penelope. “I've never had it before.”

“Oh it's so nutritious. It heals your gut. I Iearned from my grandma that if you want to heal your brain, it all starts with the gut.”

“Really?” I said.

“Sure.”

We sat outside the kitchen and Penelope sighed at me.

“I don't know why but I feel like I can talk to you about anything.” she said and I raised a brow.

“Really?”

“Yes, that's why I wanted to connect with your wolf when we were at the woods but I couldn't.”

“Right.”

When the food came, I was grateful to the chef.

Both Penelope and I were eating the food and Penelope accidently burned her mouth.

“Ouch,” she cried.

I smiled at her and she smiled back.

“I haven't had carrot soup in a while, forgive me.”

“It's okay. This is the first time ever that I'm trying carrot soup.”

“And how does it taste?” Penelope asked.

“Great.”

Penelope smiled to herself. “I knew I made the right choice.”

“Has carrot soup always been your favourite?” I asked.

“Well, it's something that I've always liked since I was little.”

“Are you sure?” I asked, and she nodded.

“I would like to ask this. What do you know about Maron?”

Penelope cleared her throat. “Why? Do you have a crush on him?”

“No, just asking.” I said and she frowned.

“Maron always stands out. Even you are asking about him.”

“Do you have a problem with that?” I asked.

“Not really, I just think Maron isn't that great.”

“For real?”

“Yeah, yet he has everyone completely fooled. Even you.” Penelope said as she finished her soup. She stood up from the seat we were on and folded her arms.

“That's not the case,” I said softly.

“I just feel that there's something off about him.”

Penelope uncrossed her arms and looked at me with a soft smile.

“You too?”

I nodded.

“Well, I guess part of the reason that he's the way that he is, is because his fiancée died.”

“What?” I pretended to not know anything about it.

“Yeah. He was bethroned to the daughter of the Alpha in hope that he will someday take over but then she died. I think Maron is still the future heir though. Everyone looks him and looks up to him as you can see. So if you have any bit of crush on him, it should die. I would know.”

“Why do you say so?” I asked.

“That's because I used to have a crush on him.”

My jaw dropped. 

“Wow, that's…”

“Thankfully no one found out, and you shouldn't tell anyone about it either.” Penelope told me.

“It's okay, Penelope. Anyone can have a crush on someone like Maron. I mean he's charming and all of that.”

“Yeah, but I don't crush on Maron. Not anymore.”

“Why is that?” 

“Many reasons. One being he's too cocky. Not my type.” 

I chuckled. “Anyway, Penelope, I want to tell you something. It's about Maron. Would you please trust me?”

Knowing that I was not the only one who had dislike for Maron, I decided to tell Penelope what I'd overheard Maron and the snitch saying. That way we could find a solution to the problem gently. However, right at that moment, we were interupted by Adam.

“What are you two pretty ladies discussing about?”

Penelope made a face as though she was about to puke.

“Adam why are you here? You ruined Emily's and I bonding.” Penelope said and I smiled.

“It's fine…”

“No, it's not fine.” Penelope said loudly.

Adam chuckled nervously. “Well, sorry, but it's not my fault that I had to come here. The Alpha is looking for Emily by the lake.”

“Wait, isn't Maron with her?” I asked.

“No idea, I'm speaking to you based on what a messenger said to me.” Adam said.

“Oh, thank you Adam.”

“You're welcome,” Adam said and walked away.

“Penelope,” I turned to her and she gave me a sharp smile.

“I have to go to the Alpha now but I'm glad I spoke to you and the carrot soup was great, thank you so much for introducing me to it.”

“No need for all the sentiments, Emily. You may go, but don't forget to come find me after.”

I nodded, “Okay, Penelope.” She waved me off and went to mingle with some other people.

I fixed my clothing and asked one of the talking werewolves, “Uhm, excuse me. Do you know where the lake is?”

“Just go straight and turn right, you'll see it.”

“Alright thank you,”

I walked through the midst of people who seemed to be having fun drinking and talking.

I walked through them and went to the lake where Emilianna was situated. She was wearing a short light blue dress and her hair was in a low cut.

“Emilianna,” I said, breaking her focus off of the lake.

“You're here,” her gaze averted onto me.

“Why did you call me here?”

“It's because I wanted to talk.”

“Talk, huh?” I said.

Emilianna leaned forward and ran her fingers through my hair.

“Beautiful,” she said.

“What are you doing?” I said. “I thought you were talking to Maron.”

“I was.”

“What did you two talk about?” I asked, causing her to smile at me.

“Why? Is there something you want me to know?”

Emilianna's voice was soft and bare. It was motherly and I felt bad that for her that Maron killed her own daughter. How would that feel once she got to know the truth?

Most importantly, I needed to find evidence for her that Maron did kill her daughter.