Chương 20: THE SPY II

There was a tangible and deep pregnant silence in the air, which perfumed the whole room. Arnold leaned heavily against the wine-washed wall, twirling the empty goblet around his fingers, as he thought and deliberated on his daughter's statement. He had stood up abruptly when she had reported her findings; findings that were quite difficult to believe.

'Peter's son was mated to a human?' He couldn't believe it. It was very rare for a werewolf to be mated to a human in their part of the world, not to mention an Alpha. And for once he doubted his daughter's findings. Maybe the human was his ride for now, that is, till he found his mate. He thought. He remembered that he had also flirted around till he met his own mate.

"Are you sure?" He finally asked, staring down at his daughter whom he had always been proud of, but couldn't admit.

"Yes Dad.. I had even…" She was saying when they were interrupted by a knock on the door. For a second, Maya thought that it was her brother, Curtis, who was knocking. She hoped not. She wanted to bask under her father's attention for this short while. I'm not asking much from this dumbo. She thought, referring to her brother.

"Come in.." Arnold said, sensing it was his mate. He had told her earlier to prepare coffee for him, whilst he waited for his daughter.

The brown polished wooden door opened and Jan, Arnold's mate and wife came into view carrying a pot of coffee in one hand and a folding card table in the other. Arnold went up to her, took the card table, opened it, and placed it for her. She set the pot upon it.

Maya saw a thin spout of steam jutting from the pot and smelt the good scent of her mother's coffee. She wanted some, but she knew that she should not ask with her father waiting to drink; experience had thought her so. She would have to wait, till he invited her.

The first time she had tried it; she was 16. She had returned from her last exam in Grade 11. Stumbling into the kitchen, tired and hungry, she had met her parents smooching near the counter. She had apologized profusely and rushed out of the kitchen, her cheeks reddened in embarassment; but not before snagging a bottled water which was standing alone on the sink.

Sitting on the pavement, outside her room, she had ruminated on the thought of her mate and how he would be. She had hoped that their marriage would be like her parents'. Although her father could be very cold and strict; he was very gentle to her mother, his mate. Her thoughts had run wild as she thought on who could be her mate among the males in her pack. She would have to wait till she was 18. It was still long. She had thought. As she still contemplated on this, she had heard her mother call her through the pack's link. Her father wanted to see her.

When she had walked into her father's study, he was talking with his beta. She had taken a seat on the sofa, while waiting on him. And as she waited, staring around his office which was filled with landscape drawings, the scent of coffee which her mother had earlier brewed and kept for her father's meeting with his beta, wafted into her nose. The scent had captured her attention and stayed. She had wanted some so desperately, even on an empty stomach.

Her mother only brewed coffee for her father, so she hadn't had the opportunity to taste it. As soon as the beta of her pack left, she had summoned courage and asked her father if she could have a cup of coffee. To her surprise then, he had given her a go-ahead; or so she thought.

As she had tried to drink the coffee which she already poured out in the mug, her heart bursting in happiness for being brave this time, her father had stopped her. Taking the cup from her, he had emptied the hot content on her face. She had screamed in agony and rushed out of the study to her room, as pain assailed her.

Although she had healed fast enough then, she still had the scare on the right side of her face. Her father had never said why he had done that, he never rendered an apology too. But Maya had learned then, that she had to be invited first before taking coffee. It wasn't the same for Curtis though. He drank coffee more than her, whenever he wished.

"Maya, come have some coffee." Jan said to her daughter, taking note of her disheveled hair and hungry look. Her daughter was really famished. She thought. It was nice that she had kept some food for her, out of the reach of Curtis. Her son was really a monster-eater.

Maya swallowed her spittle, as she heard her mother's statement. She looked to her father; for a sign. A go-ahead sign to take a mug of coffee. Her father's grunt gave her the answer she desired strongly to hear. Stepping around the pillar, she took a mug and poured some coffee from its pot. She sighed in relish, as the hot content burned her tongue in sweet pain, going down her throat in quick succession.

"How was the journey?" Jan asked, directing the question both to her mate and her daughter.

"Well, your daughter seems to think that Peter's son is mated to a human." Arnold stated, pouring for himself a cup of coffee.

"But that's impossible." She said, looking at her daughter; willing her with her gaze to explain the situation.

"I thought the same. It would be bad if we make wrong arrangements based on incorrect findings. We can't afford to make mistakes now." He continued, taking a sip of the coffee.

"Maya…." Jan called out to her daughter.

"Mom, I'm sure of it. I heard them talking." Maya replied, taking a bold stance.

"Who..?" Jan asked

"His son and his wife." She replied hastily.

"Melvina??.. How did that happen?" Jan asked in amazement. She couldn't believe her daughter could be so daring. "Couldn't they perceive that your scent was different??" She continued.

"No they couldn't. I gave her the witch's potion." Arnold said.

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Chương 21: A WITCH'S POTION

If silence was a human, it would have gotten tired at the rate by which it was been summoned by the Triga's family of the Wind Winder pack. It cloaked the room deeply for the second time in the chilly September night.

Jan could be seen opening her mouth in a bid to talk, then closing it again. She didn't really know what to say or how to say what was on her mind. Staring her husband wide-eyed, she hoped fervently that what she had just heard from her daughter was false. But then Maya doesn't lie with things like this. She thought.

"Jan.." Arnold called out to his wife, slowly; but received no response.

And so unable to bear the distraught look on his mate's face, he dropped his mug on the side table, and walked up to her. Staring at her softly, he tried taking her hands into his but she pushed it away immediately, not hesitating for a moment. Rather, she took some steps back and sat on the cushion nearest to the wall.

"Jan.." He called again, his cold, almost dark blue eyes softening. He never liked his mate to be in a foul mood. But he knew that he did it this time; he had annoyed her. She had never been in support of patronizing witches. She thought, and of course she was right, that witches were too cunning and unpredictable. They could demand something unbelievable for their services.

"What did you just say?" She said, her eyes blank of any emotion. But you could see from the slight shaking of her hands that she was angry, then scared. The witches weren't to toy with.

Arnold paused for a while, still standing. He didn't know how to go about this matter. He had known that his mate would be mad when she found out that he paid a visit to the a witch. Well, he hadn't been far from the truth. Should I kneel down while making this plea? He thought; forgetting momentarily that their daughter stood by the next pillar watching the scene that was unfolding.

"Arnold, I asked a question. When and why, did you visit a witch?" Jan asked, getting pissed off at her mate's silence. She couldn't believe that he would have anything to do with a witch after what had happened in the last pack war. It was disastrous. She didn't want to think of it.

"Last week." He answered. "You already know the why. I was left with no choice." He finally replied.

And seeing his mate sigh tiredly, throwing her head back while resting gingerly on the sofa, he knew that she got the whole point. Their pack's grounds would be confiscated , their members enslaved if he didn't do the needful.

" Okay.." Jan said, rubbing her forehead tiredly. She wished things were different for them.

She jerked her head up speedily from its resting posture on the nob of the sofa, as a thought drove its way into her mind.

"Which of the potions?" She asked, hoping that he wouldn't mention the one whose name has dropped in her mind.

Arnold was nervous, for the first time in years. He hadn't budgeted that she would inquire further into the potions. He had hoped that she would stop when she heard of the involvement of the witches. She would get madder now. He thought, knowing that he couldn't lie to her. She would find out if he did.

"Arnold…" Jan called slowly, her hands visibly shaking now.

" It is the panjyo.. the panjyo potion." He said, fearing the worse.

The deep silence threatened to blanket the room for the third time, if not for the sound of a shuffling feet, coming from the western angle of the room. It was Maya. She had been watching the scene, and couldn't take it again. She had to leave. Her stomach was at the risk of being twisted out. She had willfully shuffled her feet to attract their attention; and knowing her father, she knew that he would ask her to go away. She was right.

"Maya.. what are you still doing here?" Arnold asked, his dark blue eyes getting cold again. He had forgotten that his daughter had been there.

" I thought…." She tried saying, but was cut off sharply by him

"Leave." He commanded.

"Yes sir." She said, and scampered out of the room happily.

Walking fast through the hallway, skipping at some point, Maya found her way into the kitchen. She went straight to the cupboard where her mother usually kept food for her, especially when she was out of the pack grounds on an errand or mission. She took out the food and put it in the microwave, waiting for it to warm up.

As she waited for it to warm up, she contemplated on the heated discussion that has gone on between her parents, especially the issue of the panjyo potion. From the reactions of her mother, she knew that the potion wasn't a good one; but she couldn't tell why it was so. She hoped that the potion wouldn't affect her life span or her dim her opportunities of finding a mate. Surely, Dad couldn't be that cruel and desperate. She thought.

The issue of being a mateless brought out a heavy sigh from Maya. She was twenty now, but she hasn't found her mate. Did I offend the moon goddess? She thought. A thought that has always been her daily companion since she turned 18.

The ding from the microwave alerted Maya that her food was all warmed up. She stood up from the side stool which always was near the counter, and turned off the microwave. Taking her meal which consisted of spaghetti and meatballs out of the efficient machine, she took a spoon from the rack and started eating; hurriedly. She needed to have a few hours of sleep; the pack training tomorrow morning was by 5am. The time now should be around 12am. She guessed.

Dropping her plate into the sink, Maya stood up tiredly and trudged her way out of the kitchen; going towards her room. Getting to her room, she turned the knob of her door to step in; only to hear her mother's voice in her head.

"Maya, come back to the study now." She said.

Maya huffed in heavily, turned away from her so inviting room, and plodded her way towards her father's study. On reaching there, she found her parents in the same position as she had left them, except that her mother looked resigned. She wondered what she had agreed to that made her look so forlorn.

"What is the name of the human?" Her father asked, intercepting her thoughts; not even waiting for her to step fully into the room.

"Her name is Emma." She said.

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