Chương 19: THE SPY

Melvina turned around sharply in response to the voice she had just heard, a little bit scared that it could be her husband; the voice had sounded like his. When she saw it was just Aaron, she signed in relief; she didn't think Peter would it find it funny seeing her here after he had told her earlier that he wanted her.

But Aaron was smirking, and as she stared at him, she knew why. He had imitated Peter's voice to make her nervous; he must have known that she had been summoned by her husband before he had retired to their house. She felt like bashing his head on the tree where she and Derek had rested on.

"Good evening Luna." Aaron greeted, still smiling at the look on Melvina's face. She was his godmother, and he enjoyed taunting her so much. She had taken him as her son when his parents died at the last pack war. His mother, Judith had been one of her closest friends. She had also made sure that he didn't feel the vaccum that his parents left when they died. He owed her his life.

"Aaron.." Melvina said, her voice tainted with fake-anger. "Why did you do that?" She asked, referring to his earlier imitation of her husband's voice.

"Ah, Luna.. I don't really understand your question. You know that…"

"Mom, I'm going in.." Derek said, interrupting the conversation between his mother and Aaron, whom he took as an elder brother. He knew that their banter could continue and continue till morning. They were a funny pair, quite alright.

"Oh, right." Melvina stated, remembering that her son was very hungry. "Let's go in then." She said, taking his hands in hers, and ignoring the smirk on Aaron's face. She would deal with him later, she thought.

And so the trio ambled their way through the garden, moving towards the west wing of the pack house where their residence was; oblivious of a shadowy figure which slowly snaked its way down the big tree which stood overlooking the garden, the tree where Melvina and Derek had just rested upon.

This figure, which was all dressed in black, smirked as it got down. Dusting off the hands which were clothed with tiny blisters caused by some short thorns on the tree, the figure made its way toward the east wing of the packhouse where the gate was located; looking left and right, making sure that no one was seeing or following it.

The figure, which seemed to be male if seen from a not-so-far range scaled the big iron gate which was fanned on both sides by long ironed faces, effortlessly; as if it was a normal job or routine, and landed on the other side, as a big brown wolf.

The wolf ran with an urgency that could be seen in its speed, and in the fierceness of its almost black eyes into the dead of the almost chilly September night, across the boundaries of the black moon pack. After a while, it slowed down as it got to the last boundary line between the pack and the outside world. Trudging its way pass the boundary line, it took off again; this time, more faster as if being pressed.

A very high castle-like fence could be seen in the near horizon in the deep dark forest, as the big brown wolf trudged its way towards it; It had slowed down some minutes earlier, exhausted by the run which had taken more than an hour and thirty minutes.

Getting to a big tall tree which stood near the fence, it shifted to a naked beautiful young lady with bright yellow hair; all curvy in the right places. The naked beautiful female breathed out in relief of a mission well accomplished, as she stared at the gate which was at the left part of the fence. I did it. She thought as she stepped around the tree in search of something that should have been there. The sight of a couple of clothing lying at the base of the tree: a black polo and blue denim jeans, with a pair of white sneakers; which had been kept purposefully for her, brought a smile to her face.

Putting the clothing on, the lady threw some knocks on the gate.

"Who is there?" A voice echoed from the other side of the gate.

"It's me." She replied impatiently; she was hungry.

"Maya??" The voice asked, its note a notch higher.

"Yes, Maya." She stated, placing her hands on her growling stomach, as if to calm its appetite for food.

The gate opened immediately, as a guy with a dirty blond hair stepped out .

"Did you get anything?" He asked, throwing his hands across her shoulder.

"Maybe.." Maya replied, removing his hands from her shoulder, as she walked fast into the pack environs. She needed to eat.

" Hey Maya, wait up." He shouted, running a bit to catch up with her. " I know you're hungry and tired..but could you give me a little intel. I've been waiting here for ages." He continued, as he walked besides her now in matching strides.

"No. I have to let Dad know first. You can listen in then." She said, getting tired of her brother's rantings. The boy just didn't know when to stop.

"But Maya, you know that he won't let me into the conference room when you're reporting to him." He said,pouting his lips.

If she was in a better mood, Maya would have laughed at the look on her brother's face. Her younger brother still acted like he was ten; whilst he would be 18 in a week's time. She was older than him by two years.

"I will tell you later then." She said, as she stomped into the pack's main house. Her father was waiting.

"Good evening Dad." She greeted, bowing slightly.

" Maya.. Did you get anything?" He asked her, taking a wine goblet from the glass rack. He had been waiting for hours. At a time, he had almost thought that she wouldn't make it back. The black moon pack could be sensitive sometimes. Well,it seems today wasn't their lucky day. He thought, as he stared at his daughter, who he had always wished was a male. Well, he had Curtis. He mused; although most times he wished that his son could be more concerned about the pack's issues like his sister.

"Yes Dad." Maya replied, trying to ignore the fact that her father didn't respond to her greetings. He had always been partial, always favouring her brother than her. She had lived her whole life trying to please him.

"Let me hear it then." He stated, sitting down on the sofa, curious about the news his daughter had to deliver.

"His son's mate is a human." She said, smirking.

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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.