All Chapters of Dear Diary... They Told Me I'm a Werewolf! : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

We are sitting in the lounge all having our coffee. It simply feels like we are killing time. But the fact we know Uncle Pierce and Alex are now trailing Hattie's car has somewhat settled our nerves a little. She should be safe now, I would think. We can get her home and then make sure she is guarded like Violet and not give those nut jobs from that pack a chance to get their hands on her for whatever their sick purposes had been. The vision had to have happened or a reason, a warning, I believe. It gave Violet a chance to let us know, so we could get to Hattie before it happened. To protect her before they got hold of her and potentially hurt her. I mean, I assume that was what they would do. But in truth, we don't know what their intentions would be with her. Would they use her to manipulate Lachlan? He would do anything for his mate, so that had to be their likely motivation in hindsight...I looked across the room. Lachlan was anxiously pacing the floor so, despite knowing Hattie

Hearing those words makes it feel like my entire world is crumbling around me. They have my girl. My mate. My wife. My everything. I am going to destroy that fucker! “Follow them” I say, but the voice is not my own, it is the voice of my wolf Cade pushing through. I can feel his anxiety as much as my own. He is struggling to hold himself back from pushing forward to the point of shifting and racing over to their pack to kill them all in a murderous rampage. Cade is a formidable, powerful Alpha wolf. He takes no prisoners when it comes to fighting, especially when it comes to protecting his pack. But he has never had to protect his family like this, and the feelings it was forming within not only the wolf, but me too, were alarming. Both Cade and I were protective of our family, especially our mate and our son. But the fact somebody had dared to lay their hands on our mate was causing feelings that were on the verge of wanting us to turn into a slaughtering assassin, ready

The guard is standing at the gate, his phone in hand, watching me warily. He was talking into the phone, but I did not bother to pay attention to what he was saying. I knew he would be telling the sick grandfather of mine that he had a visitor. I did not need to know the details. The guard strode over to me. “Miss. Mr Taylor will be here to collect you shortly.” He says. I nodded, knowing he would not wait too long before he came. He would not want to risk me disappearing. He was so close to getting his final goal. “Are you related to him, Miss? You look a little alike” the guard says, watching me again. “I don’t believe so” I say sharply cutting him off. “Ah ok, I apologise.” He nods. I see him looking around awkwardly, like he is contemplating whether he should be trying to make conversation. I can only assume that when on guard they don’t usually have people coming to the gate that often, especially not standing here for any length of time, to the point where

Hearing the guard tell me Hattie had just driven through the gates, I am feeling such a mixture of emotions. I can't believe she is back. He let her go! ‘What?!’ I exclaimed. ‘Is she okay?’ ‘Sorry Alpha, she didn’t speak. Just waved and drove through. So I guess she is coming home.’ the guard told me. I cut off the link ready to try to link Hattie, so desperate just to talk to her, know she is okay. Yes, the guard says she is in our packlands now, but I need to know for myself she is okay. But Tate interrupts just as I am about to try the link. “Lach?” he says. “What is wrong?”I sigh, he must have seen me mindlinking. My face likely gave away something was wrong, it is not the best at hiding my emotions... “Hattie has come home. That was the guard on the gates. She has just driven through into pack.” I say, the emotion spilling out of my voice. The shock on the faces of Tate and our fathers was crazy. Understandably so, because I have to say I was just as shocked w

So he takes me back to where we collected Hattie from, and we go into the little cabin. I think perhaps, with the fact he, had made polite conversation all the way here, he might be kind and let me stay out and about in the cabin, not like I plan to make a run for it. Well, not just yet anyway. I had handed myself to him in after all. “This is where we used to come and stay when we were growing up as a family. Been in the family for years” Damien says as we walk inside the old, run-down cabin. "You won't know much of the family, I assume, will you?" Oh how sweet, a family heirloom. I get to sit and likely die in something that has been passed down generation to generation in my family. A family I don’t even know. That until a matter of days ago, I didn't even know it existed. I simply nod. “ Look dear, I have things I need to do back in the pack. Need to check on someone. So you will need to go down to the basement, Violet, where Hattie was staying, I am afraid. I will b