Chapter 22 – Slow Dancing, Fast Talking

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I arrived hours ago. Jacob being the man of the hour meant I got to hang out in his parent’s fancy guest house alone until it was time to head to the town hall. It was probably for the best, my mind was jumping with memories, not many of them good.

It’s been a long time since I was last here. Almost exactly twenty years. Certainly there weren't any fairy lights going on when I last stood in that town square, all eyes on me.

Well, all eyes were on my mother first, then once Alpha Wicknace fulfilled his murderous punishment I was left as the awkward question remaining. What do you do with the horrified child whose mother had just been slaughtered. His father was no use, having already killed himself out of some bizarre sense of shame.

I can’t remember anything of what was said, I numbly observed a pool of her blood oozing towards me, realising I needed to move before the new shoes she had got me were ruined. I didn’t want to upset her. T