"Come here," he commanded, and I obeyed. My feet shuffled over to him and he opened his arms. I leaned against his chest and breathed him in. He closed his arms around me.
"I don't want to let you go," he whispered.
"I don't want you to," I replied, returning his embrace with my arms around his waist. "I want to stay right here with you."
We needed time, just the two of us, without the stress of the current situation with the Keepers.
An image of Travis' lifeless body appeared in my mind. Thank goodness he was dead. Out of all the Keepers, I truly believed his hatred for our kind went deeper than what he had been taught as just a Keeper.
Kyle held me for a little while longer before he pulled away and motioned for me to sit down before he took a seat across from me.
"So how did you find out Harrison was your father?" he asked.
"When I arrived, Flynn took me to see Harrison. When I revealed to Harrison what I was, he didn't seem to be surprised."
"Was he the Keeper who helped you escape with Dean?" he asked, and I nodded.
"Harrison then admitted I was his daughter." I was still finding it difficult to think of him as my father.
I had told my adoptive parents about him. I think they were looking forward to meeting him even though I wasn't sure if that would happen. I relayed the story that my father told me about how he had met my mother.
"They were mates," I told him.
"When I saw Flynn's birthmark, I thought there could be a possibility they had mates like we did. But it is surprising that they can mate with werewolves."
My kind would be the result of those unions. More like me, more powerful than werewolves and Keepers.
"What happened to your mom?" he asked.
Even though I didn't know her at all, I felt a heaviness in my heart when I thought about her and a touch of sadness that I never would.
"She was killed just after I was born," I answered.
"I'm sorry," he said softly.
Few people understood what it was like to grow up without both of your parents but Kyle knew. His parents had gone on the run to escape a madman, Victor Keri's father, and they were murdered. His uncle had raised him.
I swallowed the emotion in my throat as I began to tear up.
"At least I have Harrison," I said. "It's more than I had before."
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Kyle
You're needed at the front gate now,one of the guards patrolling the outer perimeter told me through the mind-link. Crystal heard it as well. We both stood up.
Who is it?I asked, already rushing out of the study.
Keepers.
Crystal followed me out into the front of the property.
Should I let them in?the guard asked.
I looked at Crystal and we shared a look. Both of us were nervous about what lay ahead but there was no more running.
Let them in,I commanded.
