Dear Diary... They Told Me I'm a Werewolf! のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

Sitting in the house where my grandfather left me locked up, which was definitely more lived in than the old cabin, so I can only assume it is his home. Pictures line the walls, the shelves. Family. Everywhere. This man was a family man, that much was clear. I could see similarities in their features, in myself, my father, even in Lachlan to some degree. Though I did not know his face particularly well, not having looked at him too much, being a moody bastard and getting on my nerves the way he did, why would I want to look at him?! Finding it difficult to keep looking at the pictures, accepting these are family I never knew existed, more secrets tugging at my heart… I sit down on the sofa, and wait. Hoping that things will not be long. ‘Vi?’ I suddenly got a mindlink. It seems more faint than usual, like a really crackly radio. But I can tell instantly who it is. Tate. I thought my abilities were dulled because of the wolfsbane. It hadn’t occurred to me to try mindlinking th

   I hear her words. I was so close to shifting. My wolf was on the verge of fully shifting. Then she was in front of me, blocking my path. No fear evident, her eyes blazing with fury. Telling me to stop. Tate warning me with his tone of voice…     I was enraged. Furious. Nobody should be standing up to me like that. I am an Alpha. Only other alphas confront an alpha like that, not a simple pack member. Perhaps a Luna at most if her husband annoys him… But never the lower pack members. Even if she is the Beta’s mate. Or a gifted wolf.    But I had been brought up the right way, I would never hurt a woman unjustly. So, instead, I stood staring at her, glaring. My anger burning through to her soul. My heart pounding as I pushed my wolf back, because if I let him have any further control, I knew would shift and end this old man's life.He had been desperate to shift, to attack, to end the life

 I see Violet’s body shudder and I realize she is likely to fall, and quickly go to catch her, bringing her down to the floor, just as Lachlan moves toward her too. Our reflexes are almost instant. Though I have not taken my eyes off her since she arrived. Her eyelids are flickering… she looks scary.    I took her hand. “Vi?” I call, as both Lachlan and I knelt by her side.   After getting no response, I looked at Lachlan. He shrugs. He checks her pulse, though, why I am not sure as I can see from where I was that her breathing is rapid, her chest rising and falling quicker than it had been. Damien was standing by our sides, looking down at his granddaughter with great concern etched on his face.   “She is having a vision” a low voice says quietly from behind us. We all slowly look at one another, unease and apprehension clear on each of our faces at the sudden appearance of som

The scene surrounding me is suddenly mayhem. I feel a pair of strong arms around me pulling me back. Embracing my trembling body as I take in the terror occurring in front of me. Tate’s voice is next to my ears as my body is shivering. “Don’t move Vi, I do not want you getting hurt.” Move? I am not sure if I could! I am in shock. I have seen wolves since being in the pack. Of course, I have. It was a werewolf pack after all. It is a daily occurrence people letting their wolf out for a run. I have seen Tate’s wolf, Odyn, many times now since that first time. Plus, I have seen Hattie’s wolf too, and Lachlan’s when we have all spent time together, beginning to train together, or just spending time together. But one thing I have not seen is wolves when they are shifting to attack. And right now my grandfather was still trying to shift, and Lachlan had shifted to attack. His body altering quickly, so much quicker than mine ever did, the seamless alteration of human limbs into wolf body pa

I saw her wolf. She is my mother’s wolf, of that I am almost certain. The same colorings. The same markings. The eyes. Everything about her is so distinctive. I was in awe as she shifted. So was my wolf, Bane. I could very faintly sense that in him, even though I could not shift. I do not know why this continues to happen. It was not the first time. I had not been able to shift for a long time. I think Bane was dying. But still present in some form or another. But I hoped the things we heard from Tristan, my father-in-law, would push him into wanting, needing to shift. The desire for revenge. The need to harm him. So I tried to shift and there was still nothing. Yet he had made me pause my attempted prowling around Tristan, my father-in-law. I had been close to attacking him, but his words of threat to me and my family had scared me, the way they had meant to. Yes, he had provided me with a home, a family. Of course, I had considered the man family at one point in time. He was the fat