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Chapter Four

Zion's POV

I hadn't notice I drifted off to sleep in my bed. When I woke up Ethar surely had already taken off home to pack for the next 3 weeks. I head down the stairs knowing Iliam was here because I could hear the T.V blaring with some horror movie playing. His eyes light up when he notices me.

“There's sleeping beauty; I was wondering when you would wake up.” he says walking over to me in the kitchen a huge grin on his face. “Are you hungry?” he adds his palms on his chin and his elbows on the kitchen island looking like a huge kid as he awaits my answer.

Come to think of it when was the last time I ate. I had slept for three days how could I have eaten anything? My stomach growled low at the thought of food. His head perks up as he hears it.

“I'll take that as a yes.” he darts off to the door grabbing his coat. “What do you want to eat, I can get you whatever you want.”

I didn’t even need to think about it “Chinese!” I blurted out my hands going over my mouth, embarrassed at how quickly I answered. He chuckles before grabbing his keys and heading out.

Finding myself alone in my house I decided to start packing. Starting with the basement, whatever I could find that belonged to my parents and had meaning I wanted it to come with me.

I get down the step pulling out the biggest box first. I find old home-made movies of me and my parents when I was a baby, old scrap books, combat training manuals my mom drew up herself. I could tell these were my mom's mementos. Taking down the first box I made a box for keeps and a box I would leave in the house until I sold it someday. I look around at which one I would go through next when a much smaller box catches my eye. It was of oak wood and had a symbol on the front. The symbol looked familiar, but I could not place where I had seen it before. It was old but well kept, it was smooth,and you could tell it was hand crafted.

I opened the box to find 4 journals, and a sack of what looked like herbs was at the bottom. As soon as I went to grab it, I was pushed inward. I couldn’t really describe the feeling, but it almost felt like I was being pushed into a dream, yet I was still conscious. Images flicker through my mind. There were faces, but ones I didn’t recognize. Stories of lives from long ago, you could tell they were memories, yet they were not mine. I don’t know how long I was in my mind watching these people's lives like a movie before I am pulled out when I hear Illiam’s voice.

“Honey, I'm Home.” I hear him sing out from upstairs.

I hadn't noticed the hot tears streaming down my cheeks. I wasn’t sad or upset. I was confused as to why I was crying. I hear footsteps coming down the stairs. I quickly tried to wipe my face, but it was too late. Iliam was standing in front of me both hands on my cheeks. I couldn’t even explain what had just occurred to myself let alone to someone else.

“What happened Honey?” he asked worry on his face ask he looks down at me.

I look up to meet his eyes, I never notice the depths of his eyes before, burning bright yellow for a second before settling into his regular light brown eyes. I pushed the book to his chest, and I was surprised to see he didn’t have the same reaction as I just did when I touched it. He grabs the book from me eyeing it closely, his eyes glancing behind me to the box where the other journals were still sitting in. His eyes go back to mine, and I was glad to see his face thoughtful but in no way confused like he had answers.

“Come on, let's go upstairs we will have Ethar explain when he gets back.” he says hugging me then letting go like I did not have to explain at all, that he knew what I had just experienced. How would he know? How would Ethar have answers to questions I hadn't even asked? I ponder a bit before following Iliam up the stairs.

Sitting at the kitchen island picking at my food, I wasn’t that hungry anymore, instead filled with anxiety waiting for Ethar to get back my patience growing thin. I turn to look at Iliam who was scarfing down his plate like he was the one who hadn't eaten in three days.

“Iliam? How exactly did you know my parents?” I asked him curiously, he had mentioned that they had dealings in the past before, but he didn't necessarily tell me what they were.

As soon as the words leave my lips he gives me a look, almost like he wasn't sure if he should answer or not. He runs his fingers through his hair, a now frustrated look on his face before he answers.

“Like I said, me and alpha had dealings with them in the past.” He says trying to brush off the question.

“But you didn't exactly tell me what dealings they were, and since I know no nothing about how they disappeared I just would like to know more from people that actually knew them and that want to talk to me.” I say beginning to be annoyed by his dodging of the question.

“I think we should just wait until Ethar gets home.” he says clearly not wanting to tell me much more.

Getting up from my seat I walk over to the window where my ashtray sat and a pack of smokes. I didn't smoke often but when I found myself frustrated it helped to calm me down. What was it that they were keeping from me and why had none of the other townsfolk ever wanted to talk about my parents? All of these unanswered questions never really bothered me before but now after seeing what I saw and experiencing what I experienced all I was left with were more questions and I wanted answers.

I grew tired of waiting for Ethar, so I decided to go work on packing my room. Leaving my full plate on the counter Iliam cocks his eyebrow at me but says nothing, he could tell I didn’t want to be bothered with him as I huff my way up the stairs.

It took two hours, but I finally finished packing up most of what I wanted out of my room. I left the bed of course because I knew we would be staying for three more weeks until my 18th birthday. I finally sat down to take a break and I could hear the car pull up, anxiety and excitement coursing through me as I knew he was finally here. I made my way down the stairs, and I could see Iliam had already brought him up to speed.

By the look on his face, I could tell it would be a hard conversation to have. Whatever it was they were hiding, it was important and the fact that they hadn't told me yet made me wonder if I even wanted to know. Noticing me standing there on the steps, Ethar motions toward the couch for me to sit. I hurried down the steps taking my place on the couch. I'm not sure where Illiam hurried off to, but he was no longer to be seen in the living room. Ethar sits right next to me, his arm draping across my shoulder. His chin on my head as I lean over placing my head on his chest.

“I'm going to tell you a story Zion, a story pertaining to both our lives, and perhaps it will give you some clarity on why we were fated to be mates”

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