[Book One in a three-part series]
At the age of twenty-six, Slater still hasn't met his mate and the pack elders are running out of patience. They want him to either take a mate or step down as alpha. To keep the pack out of the hands of his younger...
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"How far away are you?" I linked Stellan.
I was currently sitting in one of the pack's meeting rooms with Milo's parents as I waited for Stellan to bring him. I wanted to go get him myself, but I still wasn't entirely sure whether the couple in front of me was trustworthy or not. Besides, I trusted Stellan to get Milo here safely. If I didn't then he wouldn't have been my beta.
"I just want to say thank you," Milo's mother said, drawing my attention away from my thoughts and across the table to where she sat with her mate on her left side. "After Milo's disappearance, we did everything in our power to find him, but it was as if he'd just vanished into thin air. There was no trace of him and as the years went on, we started fearing the worse had happened. You have no idea how happy and relieved we were when we got the call saying he was okay."
I tight-lipped smile formed on my face. Her words reminded me that I still needed to deal with Solomon once this was over. He was my brother and even if we fought, I tried to remember that. However, he was proving to me that connection didn't matter to him as much as it did to me. If I let his actions continue to go unchecked then it would only cause more harm. So, even though I cared about him, I was past giving him a slap on the wrist.
His words from before replayed in the back of my mind. I knew what he was really after the alpha position. If he already viewed me as weak then what lengths would he take to get what he wanted? I wasn't willing to find out.
"I'm happy that he had someone looking for him. We've seen cases where some wolves have no one. I'm glad that wasn't the case for Milo, but if you don't mind me asking, how did he go missing in the first place?"
I watched the couple's faces as I waited for an answer. They stared at each other for s moment before Milo's father let out a cough and answered.
"Children can be difficult—especially teenagers. Milo was what you'd call...a wild child. He didn't listen well; you could tell him to do one thing and he'd do the complete opposite, you see. After a particularly bad fight, he ran out of the house and that was the last we saw of him."
"Did you go after him?" I found myself asking.
I didn't doubt that my mate was a wild child. Even now, he was a lot to handle, but I also found it hard to believe that he would have willingly gone with Alfie McClain or have made it easy for the man to catch him. There was clearly more to the story like how did Milo meet Alfie.
"Of course, we did," His mother cut in before her mate had a chance to answer. "We did go after him, but Milo can be quite stubborn. Too much for his own good at times. The more we chased, the more he ran until we lost sight of him."
