Chapter Twelve

The snow felt softly on the pack grounds. There was a slight breeze that fluttered above us, carrying the smell of incoming spring. Killian sat next to me on the little bench. It was the first time in years that I've been out of the pack house. We had walked in the snow silently enjoying each other's company. Red Hallow Pack was like any other pack. It was smack in the middle of nowhere with a few houses and local shops littering the little town with eight hundred resistance, all of them wolf shifters. No humans had been allowed in the pack. I had heard of incidences of hunters that came or passed by, but nothing major, nothing to cause any problems. The Red Hallow Pack loved their privacy, unlike other packs that have opened their doors to humans and humanoids alike. The Red Hallow Pack was still stuck in the past, still weary of the outside world. But they had no problem adopting the human way of life. The streets were filled with Christmas lights and decor. Every little house on the street had a unique quark. Mr. Humphrey, the local butcher, had hung a deer head on top of the large green sign that said "Humphrey's Butchery." The local grocery store had an inflated Santa who was surrounded by a group of five-year-olds who were playing ring around the rosy with the Santa in the middle. Even the street lights had been decorated with spirals of Christmas lights. It was as if Killian and I were in the middle of  Sanata's workshop. "Tell me about your family," Killian's voice came to me, forcing me to look at him. He was staring at me now. Had he been staring at me all this time? I was stuck in my own mind. Perhaps I hadn't noticed his attention, but then again, my wolf would have sensed his eyes on me. She's been acting too weirdly around him. It made me anxious. "My family is dead." I said without hesitation. "They have been dead for a long time." " I mean, when they were alive, what were they like? What was your mother like? " I had to admit it stung a bit. I hadn't thought about my mother for the longest time, not because I wanted to forget her. I couldn't forget her even if I tried. The memories, however, are all bitter-sweet. We shouldn't play with patched up wounds. Who knows if they'll open up again. "My mother was a nice woman, kind and funny. She'd always made me laugh. She'd often tell me stories about the elves and stories about the Lycans, her people, and how she missed Amoria. " "Your mother was from my pack?" He was almost half shocked. " Yes, I mean, your pack is the only Lycan pack to have ever existed. She'd always talk about how beautiful it was that the land was green and stretched as far as the eye could see. How it was almost like paradise, how there were horses and every type of animal imaginable there, that no human could ever find it because it was a place of magic and wonder. It was the land of shifters and humanoids. She'd also told me stories of the land. Stories about how the Goddess had fallen for the spirit of the hills and how she had a son who was the first Lycan." "What about your father?" " My father...well my father was...I...I can't really remember. All I remember is that he was a nice man who'd loved my mother dearly.he died fighting along side the alpha." The silence cut in for a while, and we both let it. It wasn't easy digging up past memories, the more I remember the painful it gets but now it felt like a full ache in the nearest conners of my soul. Memories of a life that I had lost. "You look like king Greil." Killian smiled, his hand tucking back the small strand of hair that had carelessly made it's way out of my pony tail and onto my face. "Who the elf king you insulted?" "I only saw him from behind at first he had long black hair. How was I supposed to know he's the ruler of the elven clan." "Killian,you have long hair too and you're not a female," "His hair was longer, like a females and he was wearing a cape!" I rolled my eyes at his flimsy attempt to explain himself. "In any case you do look like him, your hair, it's different. it's not the normal black that humans and us have, rather almost like ink. It has traces of blue in it. Almost like the Iliards Royal family's " It was weird being told that. I did know that I was a little bit different. For one I was taller than the normal female wolf, I had a wolf spirit that actually talked to me and my sharpened senses, well... It's almost too sharp for my liking. But that was just who I was. I was born this way, though deep down I feel that something is missing something that should be there but isn't a piece of me that's missing. I couldn't shake that feeling. " What's your family like," I asked trying to concentrate on something else. I was dying to know more about him. He had been open to me almost to much but I enjoyed the way he let me see his true side, the side that he let no one see not even his beta. To the outside world Killian was ruthless, strict,. Cold and aloof. He acted as if no one was worthy of his attention and to them he had been a Titan, Though hidden behind the stone wall of coldness laid a man who was gentle, sweet and knew how to joke around. He was an open book to me, he allowed me to see him. " I don't remember them, it's been decades, centuries even. I can't remember their faces."