As I write this story, I can only use my experience to convey how the characters feel. I'll never forget that night, and how everything was so still. It has taken me a year to write again, but this is what I do. Thank you all for not giving up on me.
Evangeline and Declan are a special couple and this hopefully will help you understand the significance of their relationship.
AN: All of the characters are above 18. Please read and share your thoughts.
Chapter 3 will be written as soon as I get a break.
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Bertha and Evangeline went home. It was so quiet. It was always quiet unless momma was fussing about something, but tonight it was eerily quiet.
Declan knew it might not be proper, but he needed to be with Evangeline. He went straight to her house. Unless Evangeline told him to go, he was not leaving.
Declan, I'm coming.
Deacon sent. Declan sighed.
Walking with a purpose, the fair were approached the home of Willie and Bertha DuPont. Many wolves watched and wondered if this was wise. Ryelle sent a command. No one was to interfere with Declan and his mission. Evangeline needed him. They stood down.
Evangeline sat in the front room by her mother. Bertha was simply stunned. She just stared. Evangeline, in her own pain, feared for her mother. Would she lose both parents tonight?
Then someone knocked. Both women faced the door.
Evangeline opened it and her heart raced at the sight of her mate. She needed him here. She needed his strength. But if momma reactive negatively, she'd ask him to leave.
Bertha sat. She should have been furious that this man had the gall to come to her house. Now was not the time to woo his mate. But then she saw the steel in his eyes. He was here for Evangeline. She was his to protect even if it was from her, Evangeline's mother. Bertha knew. She was wrong. She as so wrong, and now it was too late to admit this to her mate.
Tears began to fall, slowly cascading down her cheeks as she realized the finality of it all. All her mate wanted was to see his daughters happily mated with men that loved them, and she denied him that right where Evangeline was concerned. She not only failed her daughters, but she failed her one true love as well. Her chest began to hurt, but she would not allow Evangeline to know.
"Evangeline, invite your mate in." Declan entered. " I apologize that it's at a time like this that we invite you into our home. My mate, my Willie planned to meet you tonight." She stopped mid-sob, and turned to go to her room. Declan moved.
Declan pulled her into his embrace. "Mrs. DuPont, it's alright. It's ok. Everything will be fine." He whispered using touch to try and reach this much older wolf that was now completely devastated.
Bertha nodded. "Stay, you two talk. I'll be in our room." She whispered before she walked away.
Evangeline cried, and Declan held her. He didn't know what to say. There was nothing he could say. He simply held her. The hour grew late, and the tendrils of the morning sun began to peak though the clouds. Evangeline had just fallen asleep a few hours earlier in his arms. He gently lay her on the sofa as he decided to try and make coffee at least.
As he stood in their kitchen, checking the cabinets for the remnants of a coffee pot and beans, someone knocked. One of the neighbors came over. She offered to make breakfast for them. Declan stepped aside and let her in. He sat next to Evangeline where she slept, wondering, how, what could he do. He had no answers.
Soon, the small house was crowded. "Young man, go home. Change and rest. I'll watch over Evangeline for you." A kind voice whispered. Declan smiled. If Mrs. Hattie told him to go, then he'd better do what she said.
"Yes, ma'am, tell her I'll be back. OK." Declan whispered.
Hattie smiled. She liked this young man. He was a good person and Evangeline deserved that above all else. For a moment she missed her Suni. She thought of her and Rayan. She would call and let her know, but she would understand if they could not come home.
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Meanwhile, Ryelle and Tasha were busy. The DuPont daughters would arrive at any minute. Tasha prayed that for once chaos would not erupt.
As they rose and prepared for breakfast, their son Akeemo entered the room. "Mom, dad, what do you need me to do today? I know you will be busy with everything... I mean, Mr. Willie passing is such a shock." He mumbled.
Ryelle sighed, "We must meet his daughters and their mates. Your mother and I will get them settled. Can you go to the stables and see if you can fill in until we appoint another care taker for the animals?" Ryelle suggested.
Akeemo nodded. He loved going to the stables. Often Mr. Willie would be there and he'd listen to him talk. Yesterday, he visited again, griping about his mom, when Mr. Willie told him to just stop. "Listen boy, you have a few years on this rock. We live a little longer than most, but someday, we must go. Your mother is a great woman, and you dishonor her with your complaints. What if something happened and you lost her tomorrow. Would it matter." He paused. As if he was thinking. "Let her know you love her son. You never know when it will be your last chance."
He turned and went back to work. Akeemo was stunned. Mr. Willie was never harsh, but at the time he was so serious, and now he was gone. Akeemo knew he was right. He told him that you only have so long here and to enjoy each moment as you can.
He stopped, and soon they fed the animals. Soon he had to go, but even he noticed that Mr. Willie was unusually quiet. He should have stayed. Maybe he could have helped him.
"Akeemo, thank you. I know you helped him often, and the animals know you. You make me proud son." Ryelle whispered.
Akeemo nodded and then he looked at his mom. He hugged her. "I love you, and I promise to do better." He whispered.
Tasha returned his embrace. "I love you, too, son." She whispered.
"The girls will be here soon. Let's go eat so we can be ready when they get here." Ryelle suggested
Tasha agreed, and the alpha family joined the rest of a solemn pack for breakfast. Soon, the DuPont daughters arrived.
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