When Alexa got to the house, she could no longer call it home, her father was not around but had gone to see Alpha Fred Connor who had sent for him.
'You are here again?' her half sister asked, eyeing her speculatively.
'I am not here to see you, Camellia ', Alexa told her sister gently. 'I do not wish to see you just as much as you hate seeing me but I must speak to my father!'
'Well, he's not here!' she replied coldly.
'I have been intimated that he went to answer the Alpha's summons', Alexa said. 'but I can wait for him. I shall wait here. This is my house - home too!'
'Not anymore!' Camellia said, her hands on her waist.
'Says who?' Alexa asked surprised and more than a little hurt and wondering why she should be surprised. She should have expected this considering the treatment she was accorded the last time she was here. But does Camellia really have the nerve to kick her out of her father's house?
'Says me!' Amelia, her step mother said. Alexa had not seen her come in. So the witch was around, she thought unkindly.
'I have not come here to drag the house with either of you but I need to speak toy father and I cannot possibly wait for him outside the house in the scotching sun!' she explained, not wanting to get into any argument with them.
'Well, you'll have to find another place to do your talking', Amelia said and Camellia smiled, enjoying the whole thing. 'There are hotels, you know, like the one where you brought shame and dishonour to yourself and this home?'
Alexa shut her eyes. Was she never going to be allowed to forget that night, even after these years? She picked her bag and walked out of the house, fuming.
She mind linked her father that she wanted to see him immediately and told him to meet her at the coffee shop across from their house.
'I shall be there as soon as I can excuse myself. Be patient and wait for me', he said. 'And Alexa dear', he added as an afterthought, 'I'm glad you came back to speak to me!'
Alexa had contemplated going off into the forest to see the silver haired man - Myles when her step mother and half sister had driven her out of the house just now, but she decided against it. She wanted to give her father the chance to explain everything to her before listening to a stranger.
She ordered coffee and was sipping the black liquid while in deep thought. She didn't appear to be ruffled but she was apprehensive. She did not know what she would learn about her mother, if she would like it or not but it was a necessity, she had to know!
She was so lost in thought, she was shocked when someone took the seat next to her.
'I'm sorry to have kept you waiting!' the person said as he sat beside her.
Alexa looked up with a jerk, spilling sone of the coffee on herself, to find that it was her father.
'Why are you so scared, is someone threatening you?' Beta Andrew asked.
'Not exactly. You kind of sneak up on me', she explained as she took the handkerchief her father offered to mop her dress. There was no need to make a fuss about her dress, it can wait to be changed, she could no longer wait to learn of the kind of person her mother was.
'Why don't you come home and change into something else?' her father asked.
'That won't be necessary. You know the reason I have come', she said getting straight to the point. 'Can we cut to the chase, please?'
Andrew looked at her beloved first daughter and sighed, she still had not forgiven him. He had just threatened her five years ago, he would never have made good on the threat, he loved her too much for that but he could not explain all these to her now, she would not believe him. She saw him as a monster. The best he could hope for is to satisfy her curiosity as bout her mother.
'Was it your intention to meet me here, or did you have a row with your mother and sister?' he asked, suspicious all of a sudden.
'I decided to come here of my volition. I felt that you might have sensitive things to talk to me about concerning my mother and I didn't want anyone eavesdropping!' she said shrugging nonchalantly.
'Before I tell you about your mother, I'd like to tell you a story!' he said, looking down on his hands.
'Does this story have any relevance to my mother?' she asked. 'Because if it doesn't, skip it, I don't want to hear it!'
'It does, I promise and it will help you understand your mother better!' he said solemnly.
'Well, go ahead!' she said.
'A long time ago, werewolves, vampires and witches coexisted', he began. 'They had great trade relations with the humans and the Pack's progressed. the witches clan and vampires also thrived but they grew greedy and wanted the trade to be theirs alone. So the vampires and witches teamed up against the werewolves and the result was that the humans started finding fault with the goods we sold them and would often bypass is to the vampires and witches', he heaved a heavy sigh.
'At first, we thought there must be something wrong with our manufacturers and products and at the risk of making little or no profit, made the products far better than any other they could possibly compare them with but trade did not improve, it rather grew worse and we started suffering a lot of loss!'
Alexa was all rapt attention now, wondering where this story was leading. How does all this connect toy mother? she thought but she was intrigued and wanted to learn more.
'We consulted a seer who told us what the vampires and witches were up to and truely, their business was flourishing and when we tested their products, it was worse, of very low quality compared to ours. They had been using their joint black magic of ancient times to confuse the humans and the other people we traded with.
'The then Alpha King. Alpha King Carmelo, decided to meet with the vampire lord and the chief wizard so that any misunderstandings could be resolved but instead of a peaceful meeting like we intended, the Alpha King was brutally murdered. They never had any intention to resolve anything. They wanted to continue the way things were: progressing while our economy depleted.
'The death of the Alpha King threw the Packs into a rage and a war broke out and it was a massacre. Blood flowed like water. The aftermath, to cut a long story short was that there would be no more relations between the werewolves and the vampires or the witches clans. And it had been like that for centuries until love came knocking....'