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Chapter 0081

Cara's POV

| crouch down to his level and pat his black hair, "I'm sorry, Ethan, but you must stay here."

| don't want to disappoint Ethan. | know he must feel left out, not being allowed to travel to DarkWood like his

sister Mia. He tellsas much again the next day as Ruby, Mia, and | prepare for our weekly visit to DarkWood.

"It's not fair. | want to go..." Ethan once more says sadly. His green eyes are moist, like tears could form at any

moment.

The sight of his poor little face is almost enough to break my resolve, almost enough to getto-waver and

change my decision.

But then I look closer at his face, the curves and angles all reminiscent of Alaric, and am once again reminded of

his parentage. Of the man that is secretly his father.

I've

spent too long keeping Ethan out of Alaric's sights. Alaric was never supposed to know about either of them. To

see both twins together, to see how their features match his own, it's just too great a risk. It's a risk I'm not

willing to take.

So, as a mother | do what I have to do. | tell my son once again that he cannot join us. No, he must stay at home.

Ethan opens his mouth, surely about to spout a fresh argument, a fresh try at convincingto change my mind.

He's so smart, his mind is so quick that it's getting harder and harder to dispel his logic. Sometimes he's too

smart for his own good.

| steel myself, firming my resolve to continue to tell Ethan no, when suddenly, there's a knock at the door.

Ethan closes his mouth, giving the argument a rest for now and grabs the handle. The little boy opens the door

to our cottage to see the smiling face of his uncle, my brother Ryan.

Ryan, a twin himself, seems to be developing a special bond with Ethan. The two have been spending more time

together lately, solving math problems and coming up with elaborate science experiments.

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stay with Ethan," Ryan offers, noticing that the rest of us are getting ready to leave.

He winks at my son, clearly ascertaining that the little hou is very

"Yay! Uncle Ryan!" Ethan cheers happily. "Can we do science?!"

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"We sure can, buddy," Ryan replies with a broad smile.

| feel the growing tension in my shoulders start to dissipate. At least that's one problem solved. | express my

gratitude to my brother on the way out the door, thanking him for keeping Ethan company. | drive Ruby and Mia

to the hospital and let them out of the car, "I have to make another stop, but I'll be back here soon. Ruby, can

you get Mia checked in for her appointment?"

Ruby nods atand escorts Mia into the hospital, checking her extensive notes for the doctors while she walks

the little girl into the building.

| feel my phone buzz with a text.

"It's Alaric. I'll be late to the Pack House, something cup."

I'm unsurprised by his delay. From what I've heard during my visits to DarkWood, Alaric is busier than ever these

days. In fact, | wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't show his face at all today.

Maybe it's a good thing that the Pack House manager reached out to me. After all, if | help them, that would take

one more item off of Alaric's to-do list.

It's the least | can do to support the Pack House that raised me.

I'm awash with nostalgia as | pull up to the DarkWood Pack House. I'm greeted by the sold dark red brick

building with the sbrown shutters just as desperately in need of a paint job as they were twenty syears

ago. There's that sold broken walkway handrail from that one tone of the orphan boys shifted into wolf

form and barreled into the railing.

Teenage werewolves tend to leave a lot of wreckage in their paths. This Pack House has certainly seen its fair

share of mishaps and mistakes from all the orphans it has housed over the years.

| push open the heavy wooden front door and am reminded of all the times that Grandmother called toto

"close that door and stop letting all that cold air inside!"

A bittersweet chuckle ripples through my chest in memory.

What would Grandmother say if she could see me

now?

Would she be proud of me?

| know she'd be happy to haveback here helping the Pack House. It's one of the reasons | agreed in the first

place, to make Grandmother proud, even if she isn't here anymore.

"Hello?" | call out, looking for the House manager.

"It's Cara Wilson." | call back confidently, walling towards the voice. The sound is coming from the kitchen. |

could find my way there with my eyes closed, | know this building so well "What on earth are YOU doing here?"

The voice sounds even more annoying now, which confusesgreatly.

Itum the comer to see three workers standing in the kitchen, eyes wide and gawking at me. Their arms are

crossed in front of their chests, closed off and protective.

Well, this certainly isn't the greeting | was expecting

"I'm here to help-"I start

"We don't need your help," a she-wolf cutsoff quickly. There's ice in her eyes, like she's a viper ready to

strike.

| offer a polite smile, hoping to diffuse the situation calmly. "I understand. I received a call

No. You DON'T understand." The she-wolf grunts back at me. "None of you nobles do, alone a PRINCESS."

She spits the word ‘princess’ out like it's full of acid. Like it leaves a bitter taste in her mouth to even speak the

word.

let

"She's probably just here to show off to her new friends... look how sweet she is, caring for the stupid, needy

poor ones..." | hear one of the staff whisper to another, rolling their eyes in my direction.

"You misunderstand me, | would never call you stupid-"I try to explain. If they would just listen to me... If | could

just explain the phone call that their manager had made to me.....

"Not out loud anyway," they snicker. "But | bet she says it to all of her rich friends...

"I used to live here, too, you know," | reply, changing my tactics. Surely that will show them that I'm here with

the best of intentions.

"Yeah, well, lots of thas passed since then, hasn't it? From what we hear, you've changed, Cara. You've

forgotten where you cfrom!" The she-wolf sounds angry now.

From the way she's talking, it's like my mere presence here is an offense to them. Like I've harmed them by even

showing my face.

How can | fix this? How can | explain that I'm here to help?

I'm trying to think quickly, reformulating my words to adapt to the situation when the sound of men's dress

shoes echoes through the halls. Someone is coming!!

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"John! Get her out of here!" The she-wolf staff member yells in a shrill, piercing screech.

Who's John?!