The Wolf Without A Name

Following Francine into the kitchen accompanied by her mate. Questions flooded my mind; wanting to know why she wanted me to follow her. Was she planning on making me cover up her lie? I thought angrily.

Taking notice of the place that I will now be staying in. I saw the light inside was very dim, but still, I could manage to see where I was going. Inside gave me a warm feeling of comfort and too made me felt safe. Soon we were in the kitchen. I stood silently staring at Francine, eager to know why she had brought me in here even though I too had some questions I wanted to ask her.

"This is my mate Frank," Francine finally told me her mate's name.

I nodded.

Suddenly I found myself inquiring her about lying to Cindy.. I wish she had told her the truth that she was only protecting anyone else from discovering this safe place.

"It was a good thing to do or she would have run off to him and reveal Christian secret spot," she told me.

I felt a strong pain within my heart hearing his name. I held my left breast; trying to bear the pain. Francine came close to me holding me. My eyes became filled with tears; hating I was the one who causes it to happen to him. Resting my head on Francine's shoulder as I cried. I felt her mate's hand stroking my long red hair, comforting me.

"I wish he did not save me," I spoke as I sobbed.

"It was his choice to save you and he would have done so if he was given that choice again," Francine told me.

I removed my head from her shoulder; staring into her eyes while tears continued to streak down my cheeks.

"Christian shares a bond with you that's why he chooses to save you," Francine told me.

Clueless about what she was talking about I had to ask her.

"No," I heard her mate behind me, preventing her from telling me why.

I moved away from Francine spinning around, staring at him angrily. I was so tired of being hidden in the dark.

"Why won't you allow me to understand what she is saying?" I asked him angrily.

"Because it is better if you don't find out now," he said. "Now, we have to focus on finding your father," he continued.

"I'm not interested in finding my stupid rapist father!" I shouted at him.

He looked at me surprisingly; now knowing I never wanted to. All these years my father never came looking for me and so why would I be interested in finding him. Francine came towards me, blocking me from seeing her mate's light brown shocking eyes.

"He will save you," Francine kept on reminding me.

Tired of hearing her said that; like he was some sort of big strong bad wolf that could protect me from everything. I told her I was now only interested in saving Christian. Francine looked at me disappointedly and turned around walking to her mate. Soon she again faces me.

"I don't know what to do now if you are not interested in finding your father," she told me.

"Please help me save Christian," I begged them.

"No," Frank answered me angrily. "You have already put Francine and me in danger in helping you, helping you to save Christian will put us into more danger," he said.

"Your father will save you," Francine kept on reminding me.

I'm not interested in seeing that rapist," I told her.

"Who told you he's a rapist?" Francine's mate inquired me worried.

"My grandmother Phyllis and the alpha," I told him.

"It's better to hear from him," he said.

Curious about what he said. I asked him desperately in knowing. Still, as always, my answers kept on being ignored causing my mind to be flooded with even more questions.

"When we find him," he will tell you the truth and too will be able to help you save Christian, he told me.

My eyes widen hearing what he said.

"How will he save him?" I asked him.

"He will be able to give us a plant in waking him," he told me.

I felt so happy knowing there was a way in saving Christian. I was now eager in finding my father, but that was only to save Christian, I thought angrily.

Suddenly recollecting of what Francine's mate inquired me, about who told me my father was a rapist. I wanted to know what had happened to him and my mother. All my years of being reminded of being a **** child and punished. I wanted to know the story between them. And finding him to tell me what had happened would be a good thing.

"So, will you allow me to help you find your father?" Francine inquired me.

"Yes," I shook my head. Agreeing for I wanted that plant in saving Christian.

"I'm happy you agreed for us to help you," Francine said as she smiled.

I too smiled knowing the main purpose why I had agreed to and that was to save Christian and to find the story behind my mom and father before I killed her.

"Before you return into the bedroom, please do not let Cindy know what I did to her," Francine begged me.

Suddenly I felt a bad feeling ran through my stomach. I should have known from the moment she called me into the kitchen that was her intention all along, to keep me silent. I shook my head sadly, telling her I will do so, and too hoping Cindy does not hate me if she does find out what had happened.

"I'll see you in the morning and then we can talk about the plan me and my mate are plotting in saving you," she told me.

I again shook my head; feeling very thankful they wanted to save me, but still, I was curious as to why they wanted to put their lives in danger in saving me.

"Why do you want to save me?" I inquired them.

"Because it is what your mother would have wanted," she told me.

I widen my eyes surprised.

"What my mother would have wanted?" I repeated as I lower my eyes to the brown carpet of the floor.

"It is best to hear the story from your father alpha Logan and not from me and my mate," Francine told me. She walked over to me and touched me. I raised my head, staring at her.

"Go on to bed," she told me.

I slowly moved away from her about to exit the kitchen. I paused staring at her wishing she could tell me what had happened between my father and my mother and quickly ran off to check on Cindy.

Pushing the bedroom door, opening it. I saw Cindy stood still, staring at the walls of the bedroom. Entering she turned to look at me while she smiled happily.

"I can't believe I found my mate," she said as she ran over to me, pulling me by my right hand.

I pushed the door closing it and followed her as she pulled me onto the bed next to her. We both lay on the bed on our side face to face. Her eyes lighten by her bright smiles as she gazes into my eyes. Sadness covered my heart knowing I had to pretend I did not know what Francine did to her; after she too was putting her life at risk in helping me find my father.

"Red," she called me.

"All these years I never thought I would find happiness after I lost my family and being an orphan," she told me.

I gave her a fake smile not wanting to burst out into tears telling her I had betrayed her.

"I can't wait for the full moon for him to know he belongs to me," Cindy said happily.

I gave her the biggest smile; not letting her know I was hiding something.

"Enough about me and my mate," she said. "Now it's about finding your father for your safety is very important to me my friend," she said.

I burst out into tears hearing her said that.

Cindy got up quickly pulling me to sit up and held my face.

"What is wrong Red?" she inquired me.

Not wanting her to know the true reason I was crying. I told her something else that was too bothering me and that was Christian. She hugged me telling me everything will be fine.

"I know," I answered her softly; happy I did not let her know I betrayed her.

"Once I find my father, he will show me the plant in waking him up," I told her.

"Yes," she answered me, while she gently pulls me from her shoulder holding my face. "It's better to get the Valerian plant from your father," she said.

Surprised she knew the name. I asked her about it. Soon I was shocked by her answer finding out the plant I wanted to wake Christian from his deep sleep was here in Spicy Groove. Thoughts flooded my mind wanting to know why Francine and her mate did not tell me the plant too was here and that I did not have to find my father in saving Christian. My blood boils in me angry at them. They now made me eager to know what else they were hiding from me and if they wanted to find my father for their own purpose. Deep down inside I had started not to trust them anymore.