All Chapters of Dear Diary... They Told Me I'm a Werewolf! : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

We sat opposite one another in the lounge of the old cabin, eating the breakfast food in pretty much silence. I see my grandfather occasionally looking at me curiously. The fact, he said earlier I had reminded me of my Dad and also his wife, which would be my grandmother, had taken me by surprise, but it was the look on his face. It was a softness, a caring look. One of love and affection. Not the sort you would expect from a man described the way I had heard him spoken about. “Was the food okay for you dear?” Damien asked me. “Yes, thank you.” I nodded, actually having enjoyed the cooked breakfast food he had brought with him. “Good, I am sorry I did not come back last night. I got held up in my pack, and then it seemed too late and did not want to wake you if you had fallen asleep, because I realized it would have been a long day for you coming to find my pack.” He explained. As I sat and listened to him, I could not help but feel a little bad for being so critica

Being without my mate was torture. Today there was a meeting to discuss what should be done next. Lachlan and Uncle Pierce had wanted us all to calm down. Personally, I think Lachlan wanted time with his mate now she was home, which I understand. But they were not ready to call Damien, which annoyed the hell out of me. Considering when Hattie had been in his custody they were all guns blazing and ready to call, but the moment she is back home and safe, and it is my mate in his possession, it is not so important, and they will take their time and have a good old think about it. I was not impressed. Though Lachlan had tried to imply that Violet had gone of her own free will, and told Hattie that she wanted to go and that it was the end of things with the pack, to protect us, and he was considering if that could be the right thing to do because until this point he had not realized his uncle would harm somebody else in the family. So basically, how I saw that was, he was willing to

I had just left my pack to take Violet her breakfast. I have to say I have enjoyed the time we have spent together. I know that is likely the last thing that should happen, when she is technically my prisoner. But she is my granddaughter. I can’t help but look at her that way. We have chatted about her father and her mother when they were in the pack, the things she did not know. I see a sadness in her eyes when she speaks of them, and it breaks my heart knowing she had to go through losing them when she was so young, and feeling so alone. She should have had family around her, but because of the thoughts her Dad had, he didn’t trust me. He did not trust me enough to bring up his child in the pack, in a safe home and environment surrounded by family, and people to care for her. Not to mention, had they not fled, they might still be alive… She is such a wonderful young woman, who seems so intelligent and caring. I have not asked much about her wolf nor the gifts as yet, but

The warriors are in place and beginning the first stage of their attack. Lachlan and I are en route to attempt to meet with Damien. Or I should say turn up at the cabin where they had Hattie locked up. The fact he had not answered our calls had meant there was no other option but to go in with men on the ground. He could have avoided all this if he had just handed Violet over. Yet he seemed so reluctant to do so. Such a fool. We do not want to start a war with a neighboring pack. Of course we don't, but we see no other option. They have my mate.    He will be regretting his actions now, with our warriors invading their pack. Our warriors are some of the best trained in the country. There was no denying that. Damien’s pack were nothing compared to ours. We had built ourselves up over the years, refined our troops, our skills, made ourselves stronger, and now I knew why. Discovering about the family history, it all made sense. They were preparing to protec

“Call her back!” Lachlan’s voice boomed at me. “Fine, but I am telling you she won’t pick up. She hung up on us Lach. You think she wants to deal with us right now? She told us what she wanted. We know what we have to do!” I yelled back. This was not unusual for Lachlan and I, when we were both wound up, it had been the same since we were youngsters. Close friends, but with the ability to clash and trigger one another to the point of an argument. But we worked well together as a team when it came to it... Lachlan sits there as he drives, his face a mixture of anger and a little surprise. A look I have seen many times before, probably at the fact I full on yelled at him, but I swear right now I want to smack him upside his head. Why will he not listen to what I have to say? Why not just do as she asks, and then we have a better chance at getting her home. But no, Lachlan is a stubborn bastard and thinks he knows best. It is okay for him, he has his mate home… I heard