34. Grandpa

Moon's pov

I woke up to whispering.

“.. that’s her?”

“Yes, that’s your granddaughter.” Alpha Malcom said.

“She looks like her mother. Just as beautiful as my Freya.”

I felt Mary wake up next to me and she said up straight. Softly stroking my hair, trying to wake me up.

I was scared to open my eyes. Would he hate me? It might have not been my choice, but it were my hands that held the knife that stabbed his daughter.

“You can do this, Moon.” Angela said, urging me to open my eyes.

When I did, I saw Alpha Malcom and my grandfather. He was the same man from my memories, only older. He had some grey hairs and some wrinkles, but he didn’t look as old as a human would. We age differently, so he looked about forty years old, while he must be in his sixties by now.

“Mona.”

“It’s Moon now,” Mary said protectively, “Alpha Moon.”

I smiled at Mary, “it’s fine, Mary. Could you excuse us for a minute?”

I mindlinked her, “if he wanted me dead, he would have killed me in my sleep. I’ll be