C26 My Father Demitri

Freya’s Pov

I dragged my heavy leg up the elevator. It was as though a rock was tied to it, I basically scraped my leg on the cold floor while I walked. Getting into the elevator I pressed the button to my room. Immediately in my room, I pulled my sorry ass to the bathroom.

The bathtub was filled with warm water with honey splashed inside. The sugary coat of it floated on the water. There were some maids in my room waiting for me to finish my bath.

While in the bathtub I slumed inside. My head disappeared from the surface of the water and I sat inside the bubbling water and held my breath. I was tired yet my mind was the marketplace of thoughts.

Jude, the head court's word roamed my mind. I had thought that when I would be left with my thoughts that it would be about how frightened I was speaking to him, how I panicked when I first heard his status and what he had come here for but rather my mind was numb to those thoughts, quiet and indifferent.

My mind instead chose to settle on the discussion that we had, on one person in particular, my father.

I knew so little of him and somehow it felt as though the living and the dead were dragging on how much knowledge I had. The living in context was Artemis and the dead my father. I barely knew anything about my mate. At this position, the word mate felt blatant to my tongue. Tasteless. Because aside from gold colour and the unusual need to exact control and dominate, there was no more I knew of him. That withstanding was a case for another day. Now I am focused on my father.

It seemed to me that these pack wolves knew much more about my father than I did. His daughter. By the mention of Demitri there was an unusual fog. One that commanded silence.

In the spur of the moment, I was alerted by a sudden thought to my mind. I sat up back in the bathtub and swiped my hand over my face.

“What if my father was part of them? What if he was the leader or worse he was the mastermind behind everything?” I said out loud to no one but myself.

I could easily play it out in my head like a freaking movie. The girl that had been fighting for justice for her father then at the end only for her to realize that he was the one in charge, he was the rotten one. He led the destruction of packs. How hypocritical it would be.

Even at that thought my curiosity sordid. Even if he was the bad person, I wanted to find out what happened. If I would regret finding out and saying to myself that he wasn’t worth it I wanted to very much do that.

Or should I dig further and come to meet a very charming and human hearted man. Who would lay his life for his people. ‘People’ got me thinking, Who was he? Who was my father and what was he?

The fore of my head began throbbing. My thoughts were way too complicated and tangled that even my brain had developed pain.

I knew one thing which was, if I was going to find out who my father was, I was going to do it behind Artemis' back. I knew he would stop me and talk me against it but I was tired and weak of people making decisions for me.

The second thing was that everything I needed to know about my father was somehow tied to this pack, to their socialites. High ranking werewolves, aged and powerful. The name Demitri seemed to be popular around here.

Thirdly, if I was going to somehow discover all the truth and demystify the mystery behind it all. I had to tread close to Artemis, wisely and understand how he thought. He and my father, I felt, were like some tangled necklaces in a jewellery box and I had to pull away with care in order to avoid causing a tight knot, and since my father was gone, Artemis was the only way.

The fourth was just as complicated as the rest, getting close to the multi-billion dollar group.

I knew information lied there also. So to do that I had to become the perfect Luna no one had ever set eyes on.

The last thing was this. I wished in my heart that my father was not evil. That he was a lover of life and a good brave man and then Artemis had nothing to do with my father’s death. Together all this created a tangle of strings. But I knew one thing to be so sure in life, which was. You don’t get everything you wish for.

I layed in the water and closed my eyes. Allowing the water to wash away the heat and tension from my body although the main tension was in my head, a place water could not reach.

After a few minutes of being soaked in intrepid water I stepped out. I tied a towel round my chest and stepped into the living room.

I had another training session with Rachel. Walking into the big closet, I unwrapped my towel and stood facing the long length mirror.

My hair was wild, it had grown thick and in length. My long black hair flowed behind me. My green eyes were dull from stress but they were still shining. My eyes were one thing I loved about my face.

I used my hand and packed a fistful of my hair behind me, slightly turning my face side to side deliberately debating if I should have a change of hairstyle.

“Bangs? Bangs would be nice on me? What do you think?” I asked Jade

“Just let the hair be,” she said, not one bit interested. What was I thinking, asking a wolf for help. Of course she does not care for her physical appearance.

She rolled her eyes at my words, “if you don’t look sexy, that beautiful and hot mate of yours would look for a sexy girl like Merona,” I told Jade. She immediately growled. Ah, I thought as much

“Okay, bangs would make us look soft and gentle. Your hair already tells the world that you’re soft and gentle,” Jade told me.

“So you’re insinuating….”

“Cut your hair,” she breathed out.

“What?!” I shouted

“You’ll look feisty and powerful,” she encouraged.

“I can look feisty with my hair pouring behind my back,” I told her.

“It—-“

The door to my closet opened silencing Jade. Racheal stood just by the entrance and stared at me. Her silence was eerie and her expression was darkened.

“Are you okay?” She beat me to the question I was about to voice out to her. I had never seen her expression so darkened.

She was quiet for a long beat before I gave her an answer.

“As long as the air is living my body, I think I am,” I answered. I wasn’t okay. I was a tidal wave of frustration and confusion. So many things to be done, little knowledge on either of them.

“Are you okay?” I asked her, “I know I’m usually the grumpy one but you’re a mess. What happened?”

She sighed and walked inside. Her next action caught me unaware. She crashed me into a bear hug.

I was not the touchy type so I tensed slightly and then after a while I relaxed.

“Racheal,” I called with uncertainty, “are you okay?”

“Are you okay Freya,” she pulled away and held my face in her palm staring passionately into my eyes.

Was I hearing things?The person that looked like she had seen the corpse of a loved one was asking me if I was okay.

“What do you mean? You look like someone that lost a family and you’re asking me if I’m okay?” I asked her in disbelief.

“Pay no heed, I’m fine. I heard the court came to see you.” She told me.

Ohh, now I see.

“Is it already everywhere?” I inquired.

“Yes, words of that filled the halls and kitchen and all places where maids and servants worked. Was it okay? Did they approve, who came?” She asked all at once. I smiled.

“Jude. The head of the court came. Okay? I don’t know but from my perception I’d say I had one hell of a teacher and I’m glad to report to her that it was okay.” I said with a smile.

She broke into one too.

“What did you guys talk about?” Her voice was laced with care and caution. I could hear the debating in her voice if she should ask me.

“Nothing really. He asked about my background and the last pack I walked in,” I answered, “oh and my father,” I added.

By now she had my hair in her hand staring at it and tilting my hair from side to side.

“What do you intend to do with it?” She asked, peering at me from the mirror.

“I don’t know, but I want something different,” I said pouting.

“I could make that work,” she told me and I grinned happily.

“What did you tell him? When he asked you of your father?” She implied.

I decided to check something, how well, did the name Demitri spread.

“I told him what I heard from Artemis on the day we wedded,” I answered.

“What was that?” She pried or she was just inquisitive but I noticed that there was a slight change from her bubbly self. She was brushing my hair and applying some lotions to it.

“Demitri,” I answered and she froze like she was paused.

There it was—- that silence accompanied with the name.