Page 40 of Fallout
He nods. “I’m aware of your name. I did my research before I came here.”
“Oh.” I put a hand to the base of my throat, not knowing what to say.
“I’m not here to hurt you—I only want to help you,” he says, as if feeling my unease.
“Help me how?”
“I know what it’s like to be overwhelmed by the voices, but I also know how to control it. I know how to block them,” he says.
My eyes widen.
Right, of course he would know. He actually knows what we are.
“If you really want to help me, talk to Parker or his dad. You can’t just come onto pack land. They don’t trust you,” I say. I start to tell him that I don’t trust him, but we’re alone right now. I don’t want to make him angry. “Why do you run from them? They aren’t going to hurt you.”
He snorts. “I don’t need permission from the wolves to talk to you. Why are you hanging out with the pack anyway? You’re not a wolf shifter. You don’t belong with them.”
I shake my head. “No, you’re wrong. I may not be a wolf shifter, but I do belong with them. I’m part of the pack.”
He frowns. “What?”
“Why can’t you just come talk to Parker? His dad is the alpha. If you explain to him that you want to help me, he’ll let you,” I say, trying to reason with him.
“I don’t want anything to do with wolf shifters.” His face turns red and he clenches his jaw. “Wolf shifters have not been kind to our species. They’re part of the reason we were hunted down until almost extinction.”
“Maybe that was how things were in the past, but trust me when I say nobody in Parker’s pack wants to hurt you.” I tuck a piece of hair behind my ear. “And the pack is a good one. They accept me. I know they would do the same to you.”
“No.” He basically growls the word. “If you want my help, it won’t be with the pack around. I will give you a few days to decide where your loyalties lie.”
My loyalties? Does this guy really think I’d trust him, a complete stranger, over my pack? I was wrong last night to think that not being able to shift made me not part of them. I’m just as much a part of the pack as Will and Blaine.
The guy turns away from me.
“Will you tell me what we are?” I ask.
He turns around and smirks at me. “Maybe next time we talk.”
Before I can open my mouth to respond, he is gone in a puff of smoke.
Well… clearly these conversations are getting us nowhere. I can’t believe he thinks I would talk to him without Parker. Does he really believe I would trust him over my soulmate?
Unless…
Maybe he doesn’t know that Parker is my soulmate. I’ve never mentioned it to him, but I assumed he knew.
I’ll just have to change his mind and prove to him that he can trust the pack.
9
Origins.
Henley
A few days later, I find myself on a private jet.
No, Parker’s dad doesn’t have a private jet, but when I asked whose jet it was, I was informed that I will ‘find out.’ As it is, I have no idea where we are going. Last night I was told to pack a bag and that we are going somewhere warm. I don’t dislike surprises, but the suspense is killing me.
Parker’s dad sits toward the front of the plane using a laptop to read through some documents. Parker had to help him get the documents open—apparently supernaturals aren’t into using technology, but they’re slowly adapting.