Dear Readers,
Here is the next chapter in the McKenna/Winters pack saga.
Enjoy,
KemMyst
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Two years later
The Winters pack had been in existence for over two years. The six adults had fairly complementary skills. While winters were a little lean they still did better than some of the larger packs.
Their connection to the McKenna pack was strong. Visits, in either direction, were fairly common during the warm months.
Still, it was unusual for Eddy to come to the Winters compound, especially since Gwen was expecting their first, and due soon. Anne addressed her son as he came near. "Eddy, how are you?" She hugged him. "How's Gwen?"
"It's all good, Mom. I have to talk to Ethan." She took in the look on his face.
"What's wrong?"
"After I talk to Ethan, Mom."
"Edmund, answer me." Although the tone of command was in her voice, she was not his Alpha.
Regardless, he gritted his teeth a bit. "Mom, I need to talk to Ethan. Then I'll come find you."
Ethan came around the corner, being chased by three pups. He stopped short as Eddy turned. "Ethan. May I speak with you, privately?"
They walked off a distance and Eddy checked to make sure Anne wasn't in earshot.
"OK, Eddy, you've got me officially concerned. What's going on?"
"I have some bad news and I don't know how Mom's going to react. But I want you to be prepared to grab her."
"Eddy, what is it? What's happened? Is it one of you kids? The grandkids?" Eddy shook his head. "What then?" Ethan's voice was getting louder.
"Her mother has died."
"What?"
"We've kept track of her family over the years, especially while she was with us. We've just continued to do so. We just thought that she should know. The funeral is in two days. I expect she'll want to go. You know we can't let that happen."
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Anne was sitting, watching the two men talk while chewing on her thumb. Lorna came around the corner and found her. The pups had run off elsewhere to play. "Anne, what is it?"
She was staring at the two of them. "I don't know. He wouldn't tell me."
Lorna looked at them. They were intent and tense. They both looked briefly at Anne, talked some more, then turned and walked back.
Anne stood, tense herself, watching them approach. Lorna reached for her hand.
She was taking deep breaths, trying to maintain her composure. Eddy came to stand before her as Ethan wrapped his arms around her.
She looked at her son. "Oh, gods, Eddy, who's dead? Is it Callum? Not Sandra?"
"Mom, I'm sorry, but your mother is dead."
"My... my mother? Mom?"
Eddy nodded. Ethan held her a little more tightly. "When?"
"Yesterday." He could see her thinking.
"The funeral. I still have time, don't I?"
"You can't go, love."
"What do you mean I can't go? It's my mother!"
"No, Mom. Think. You can't go to the funeral."
She twisted in Ethan's arms. "Ethan, where are the keys to the Blazer? I can still get there in time."
"Anne, love. You know you can't go." She looked at him. "Your family thinks you're dead. What would happen if they saw you?" Her eyes widened. "The authorities might detain you to find out where you've been. Since you won't have aged like your siblings, the doctors might want to keep you, test you. And, worst of all, even if they didn't do that, they might follow you back here. Think of what could happen to your family, your children, if the humans come."
She closed her eyes, lip trembling. "Mom. Oh, mom." She opened them again, looked at them. "I just want to... Can't I... My mother..." She watched Evan chasing Grant and Rose in a game of Tag, Beth outside sketching the nearby pond, a pale wolf in the field beyond. She looked again at Eddy and Ethan kissed her. Her voice showed her emotion. "You're right. I'd be jeopardizing everything. I just wish I could go, see them."
"I understand. I'm sorry, Anne."
"Ethan?"
"Mmm. Yes?"
"Thank you. You can let go now." His grip loosened, although he kept his arms around her.
"Thank you for telling me, Eddy. How are things otherwise?"
"Gwen's doing good, betting it's a boy."
She smiled, her eyes a little wet. "I hope she's not disappointed. You're going to have a little girl."
"Really, Mom? You think so?" She nodded, smiling at the excitement in his eyes.
"Can you visit for a little while?"
"Sure, for a little while."
They sat and talked until Eddy started fidgeting. Ethan looked at him, smiling. "Go on. Get back to her."
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She slept very restlessly that night, rolling, twisting, making noises. Ethan tried to hold her, to quiet her, comfort her, but she fought him. She pulled away and it took him a couple of minutes to realize she was crying quietly.
He touched her shoulder, stroked her hair. He could tell her how sorry he was, that it would be okay, but she knew all that. It wouldn't help the way she was feeling right now. She was in pain and time was the only thing that would help. Time, and her friends and loved ones around her. He wrapped his arms around her again and held her, until she fell asleep.
He woke to find her gone, and panicked. He looked at the kids, then left the bedroom and started searching for her. "Anne! Anne! Where are you?"
The others stirred, emerging from their bedrooms. Ethan headed outside and started calling for her. "Anne!"
Emily found a note on the table and took it to Ethan. 'It's OK, I'll be back soon.'
"She wouldn't have gone to the funeral?"
"I didn't think so but... OK, everyone, I'm gonna see if I can figure out where she went." He went to wolf and started casting about for her scent. There were two problems, first, the morning dew, and second, her scent was everywhere. The others started looking and Lorna yelped when she found a recent scent and tracks leading away from the yard.
Beth and Nick stayed with the children. The other three took off, tracking Anne. They were more than halfway to the McKenna compound when Ethan realized where she's gone. He stopped, and so did Emily and Lorna. Emily shifted, as did Ethan. "She's going home."
"To Devon and Erich's grave. OK, I'm gonna follow a little longer, to make sure that's where she's gone. You may as well go back."
That was exactly where she'd gone, lying, curled up, on Devon' grave. Ryan had been sent out, to tell them where his mother was. Eddy and Callum knew Ethan would be worried.
Ethan went back home, content to leave her alone with her thoughts. She returned after a couple of hours.
She knew they came after her. "But, I left a note so you wouldn't worry."
"Now, read it from my perspective."
She looked at the note, looked at him, back at the note. "Oh. Oh. I see. I should have been more precise. I'm sorry I worried you."
He wrapped his arms around her and held her. "Ethan? Is your mother still alive?"
He took a big breath. "No."
"I'm sorry. When did you lose her?"
He buried his face in her hair. "A long, long time ago. Dylan probably wasn't more than a year old; I was close to three. She just...disappeared one day. No one was quite sure what happened. But I have my suspicions."
She turned in his arms, to look at him. "He wouldn't." The sad, resolute look remained in his eyes. "Ethan, you really think Ian would do that? To his mate? The mother of his children?"
The others now turned, paying much more attention to this conversation. Ethan pulled her closer, his voice now a little rough. "Dylan and I are the only two of his sons that have the same mother. All the others...well, one died in childbed, the others didn't last much beyond the births. He always liked them young, and pretty. But, as soon as they got pregnant they were repugnant to him. He wouldn't touch them, could barely stand to look at them."
"How many were there?"
"Four, officially, including my mother. Three of my four brothers have survived. The last couple, well, in listening to some of the women one day I heard that they had had miscarriages. One had at least a couple of them before she had my brother, Ryan. From what they said I think he would beat them after he found out they were pregnant, so they'd lose the baby."
"Why would any of the women ask him to be their mate?"
"Some of them for the change in status, I guess. Others cuz they thought it would be different for them; it wouldn't happen to them. One, I think, was more or less forced into it. But, my mother, I think actually loved him. And he, in his own twisted way, probably loved her."
"What was her name?"
"Evelyn."
"What did she look like? Do you remember?"
"Not too much. It's very hazy. Her hair was charcoal colored. Mostly I remember her eyes. They were grey, like mine, but a little darker. I remember she used to play games with us. I remember..," a big breath, "..she'd let us sleep with her, sometimes. She was warm and soft, and she smelled good."
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