Arnold Swansinger Son Novels & Stories

I said meekly. Arnold chuckled softly. “You Sound silly. He's like my son now. He even calls me father. There's absolutely no need for me to punish you. I understand everything that happened more than anyone.” He stated. I heaved a sigh of relief. Arnold had accepted my son and I and I was so happy he did. We could finally live in the pack together. Tristan is dead too and there's absolutely nothing else to worry about. I had looked forward to this day for a long time and waited for it to finally come.

" I hope so too, and I pray the goddess will support you, " Adolf nodded slightly and stood up from his sitting position. Since his son was already convinced, he decided to take his leave, so as to give him some alone time. " Thanks Dad, " Arnold was glad to have his father advised him, and he expressed his gratitude with a gentle face. His father patted his back lightly and ambled out of the room. Arnold's mind was now set, and he planned to visit the Blazzing Red Moon pack the day after tomorrow.

Alana gulps before uttering the words that shock each one of them to the core. “His real name is Austin Jones of the Black Onyx Pack.”

“Anyway, her granddaughter just got divorced. I’ll see if she’s free to be your date. I’m sure you’d like her. She’s awfully pretty, and she—” “I already have a wedding date,” Arnold growls, surprising all of us with his interruption. His mom’s eyes narrow with suspicion as she slips Sky into my arms. “Who?” she asks, her undivided attention fixed on her son. Arnold scratches the back of his neck. He’s panicking now. He’s sweating. I can tell. “Sheesh. Can I keep anything to myself?”He zips up the front of his tan-colored bomber jacket. But his mom won’t stop prying. “Of course, Arnold. But it’s just that—”

"You need to come home. Your father is dying." He should have said no, and ended the call, or thrown the phone across his pathetic studio apartment, and pretended he had never heard those words. Five years ago, Patriarch Michael Thorne had stood in the grand hall of the family estate and declared his eldest son dead to the Holy Order, dead to God, and dead to the bloodline that stretched back twelve generations of exorcists. Gabriel had been seventeen, broken, and desperate for understanding that never came.