Chapter 25 Grandpa and Grandma
Laurence’s POV:
I froze momentarily, catching the faint scent of a young wolf lingering around Susan
This little pup wasn’t that old, yet she seemed to understand everything. My heart ached.
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Softening my expression, I reached out and gently ruffled her hair. The fluffy texture made my throat tighten. “Susan, did you draw all these?”
Her face lit up, her eyes shining like a lake under the moonlight. She nodded eagerly. “Mim! I love drawing. Back in Dad’s den, Edrew a lot!” Her voice held a trace of excitement.
But then she paused, lowering her voice. “Cynthia tore up a bunch of them, though. The ones I did in my books… I forgot to bring them when I left… “I could hear the sadness in her tone, like the scent of wind scattering grass.
I pointed at one of the drawings, my fangs slightly exposed. “What’s this?” She instantly turned into a little tour guide, her face beaming. “Two kids running off to play in an enchanted forest!
“Grandpa, look! The flower vines are necklaces woven by Spring herselff She pointed at the drawing, her voice crisp and sweet, and for a moment, I swore I could smell the fresh earth of springtime.
“That big rock over there? It tumbled down the mountain and cracked in half, but lucky clovers grew in the cracks, so now it‘ Lucky Rock!” She grinned, revealing her tiny sharp teeth, warning my heart.
“And this flower lady? She tilts her chin up and says, Hinph! None of you are prettier than me! She’s so full of herself Susan mimicked the voice, humming lightly like a litle wolf pup practicing its howl.
Chirpy went quiet, tilting its head as it examined her artwork. I found myself just as captivated.
Her drawings were as vivid as wildflowers in the forest, bringing even the stones to life. They had a strange way of soothing my restless heart.
I couldn’t help but pull out my phone and snap a picture of her work, which I’m sending to an old friend.
That guy was the top wolf in the art world. I wanted to see if Susan could learn from him–if she had what it took to become his apprentice.
Just as I was getting lost in her drawings, footsteps echoed from downstairs. A servant called out, “Alpha, Luna is back.
My ears twitched, catching my Luna’s familiar scent.
Taking Susan’s small, warm hand in mine, I murmured, “Come on, Grandma’s home.”
She gazed up at me, her smile bright and pure, akin to a little wolf pup under a full moon.
Kelly’s POV:
Seated in my wheelchair, I inhaled the familiar scent of pine drifting from Zain as he pushed me inside. My voice trembled as I asked, “Where’s Susan? My throat felt like it was clogged with wil
Lifting my head, I caught sight of something that made my breath hitch.
Adelicate little girl, her hand in Laurence’s, was stepping down the stairs. A sweet, young wolf scent wafted from her.
1 froze, as if someone had grabbed my throat. Tears welled up silently, blurring my vision.
She looked exactly like Jenny when she was little.
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Chapter 25 Grandpa and Grandma
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Suddenly, she pulled free from Laurence’s grasp and dashed toward me, calling out in a clear, ringing voice, “Grandma!”
She tilted her face up, hesitated for just a moment, then firmly took my hand in her own warm little palm.
I could smell the faint ink scent on her fingers, and my heart trembled, like trees swaying in the forest wind.
She buried her head in my embrace and mumbled, “I promised Mom I’d take good care of Grandma and be a good girl.
“So I have to keep my word!”
She wanted to stay by my side.
My nose burned. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I hugged her tightly, sobbing, “Susan, my precious Susan…” She nestled against me, warm and soft, like the only source of heat in the den.
Tears soaked into my fur, but she clumsily reached up with her tiny hands and patted my back gently. “Don’t cry, Grandma- don’t cry!”
Her sweet voice was like a lullaby for pups.
Holding her close, inhaling the scent that carried Jenny’s essence, my heart felt mended by moonlight. Yet my tears wouldn’t stop. My old wolf’s howls caught in my throat.
Hannah’s POV:
Upstairs, watching Grandma and Susan wrapped in each other’s arms, I clenched my fists tightly.
It was bad enough Susan stole my toys, but now she was stealing my grandparents too. I was beyond fed up
I didn’t want to see them anymore, so I turned and ran up the stairs.
As I passed by an empty room, a strange sound caught my attention.
“Idiot! Idiot!”
I frowned. No one had lived here before. Sniffing the air, I caught Susan’s scent.
Without hesitation, I pushed the door open and saw a bright green bird perched on a stand.
A thought struck me if Susan could take my toys and my grandparents, theo I’d take something from her. This bird was
mine now.
