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Chapter 4 - Kaden, 25 years old - The Past

I wanted to know something; well I wanted to know more than just a few things. I wanted to know everything but I knew I had to be patient.

"Why were you calling me Elizabetta? Did you know I could hear you?" I asked her. Since she had been so honest with me up until now I was encouraged that I would find out the truth right now.

"I asked you to come because you're mine," she said simply, pure honesty in her eyes.

This was unbelievable; she thought she was my mate? Although I already had one. Yes she had rejected me years before but still I had never heard of werewolves getting second mates. You were given one mate, the only person that would fit you perfectly. The one person you'd have children with was your other half.

She could see the confusion on my face because she tried to help.

"It is hard to explain because I have never met another of my kind," she told me.

"Over time though I've been growing into my 'kind' getting and developing any potential gifts I may have been granted. I was not sure that calling out to you would work-"

"That's exactly what you did! Why wouldn't you come to me though?" I asked cutting her off. I wouldn't tell her that I nearly went mad because I kept hearing a strange voice begging to find her.

"I'm a Fairy," she said to me like I was missing the big picture, but I think that I truly was.

She placed a plate of food on the placemat, at the exact same time that my stomach, empty, cried out in hunger. That earned me a sultry sexy giggle, before turning away to make her self a plate. I continued asking questions.

"What are the twins names? How old are they?" I asked before filling my mouth.

"They are four years old but since they are half Fae they look about five or six years old. Vivian is the older of the two by five minutes. Even though Myles is the younger sibling, physically he looks older."

I nodded in appreciation, "that happens with twins, one is larger than the other."

"What are they like?" I asked because she appeared in all ways here voice, face, complete behavior screamed proud parent; smiles up to her eyes.

"They are wonderful but I think Vivian is a bit spoiled," she said laughing, smiling.

There was just something about her smile that made me want to match it with mine.

"Why is that?" I probed.

"Well ever since she was a baby or toddler she would have everyone doing everything for her. She could crawl but most times she would just point to something and you'd see Myles getting her what she wants; if not Myles then an adult," she said, I chuckled remembering how my own brother and sister were like that.

"So she's got everyone wrapped securely around her finger?" I joked.

"Exactly."

"Who teaches them? Do they attend school? Have friends?" I wondered because it took me almost an hour or two at human pace to find this place. Half way up there... there was absolutely no path. An average human would probably need to use a machete to create a workable safe path.

"No they do not attend school, we only leave here when I need to go into town," she replied but I was stunned.

"What do you do for money?" I blurted out but she only laughed.

"I garden and give what I grow to be sold in town," she shrugged, "when my mother was here she invested and from that money I get a stipend of $2,100.00 E.C.," she explained.

"We don't live above our budget, I know one day they might want to leave this island, so I've set up savings accounts for them. When or if they decide they are ready to branch out I want them to have the funds to do so," she answered me but this time her tone was dull and strangely that made my heartache. So I guess I was spot on when I thought she was hiding here, which wasn't unusual for those of her kind. I've heard of some Fairies that live completely underground and have done so for years. Has that been why she remained here?

"Would you ever consider leaving the island?" I asked hopeful.

Hoping for what answer I had no clue, if she didn't want to leave then I wouldn't either. If so, hopefully, I could get her to live in something... well someplace larger than here, like my island for starters.

"I wouldn't mind leaving the island but not to Europe. If I left I'd want to go somewhere new and start over, from scratch," she finished with a beautiful smile. Promising I thought to myself.

"Scratch?" I asked her.

"Yeah."

Cocking her head to the right, she gazed at me. "How exactly did you find me? Place me?" head still to the side awaiting my answer.

"You would send me images, whenever you reached out to me and about two months ago you sent out one of a store front. Up until then you had been sending me photo like images of the forest. This was the first time you sent something like a store name which was helpful."

"How did you know that I wouldn't hurt you? You just opened your door and invited me in..." I said getting slightly upset. Was her safety and that of her brother and sister worth anything to her?

"There are nine werewolves on this island. You sir, smell like three of them which means they do not perceive you to be a threat because if they did? You would not look so put together, no scars, bruises, nothing?" she smiled and I wanted it to remain on her face always. In twenty short minutes I had fell accustomed to that smile, truly loved to see it. It had been a while since I felt this way, I'm not sure if I had ever felt this way before.

Elizabetta had this aura that left the atmosphere around her, around myself, it made me feel a million things but each and everyone of those feelings were positive. It was as if she was a positive charge, healing me in places I didn't know I was broken. Now that her presence had healed the cracks I could feel the difference of the man I was before to the man I was now sitting in her small unsafe shack.

"Do you have anymore family?" I asked her wanting to hear her voice once again.

"No, my father remarried once my mother left but he died, and so did his wife. So I am all the twins have," she stopped, looking at me quizzically.

"How do you know John and David Baptiste?" I was not sure I wanted to tell the truth but her blunt honesty so far, the broke down some walls, barriers that I had built tall, especially when her words reached out to me again, soothingly.

"You can tell me the truth you know... who am I going to tell?" she said smirking a little this time. She was right... For almost five years I had been keeping secrets this was my chance to start over. I could start from scratch with Etta.

Taking a deep breath, I began part of my story,

"They helped me escape..."

"Escape from what?"

"Liars," I said bluntly, and she looked panicked.

"What?" I asked curious about her reaction.

"Nothing," she mumbled, "Who built this place? I mean it's still a shack on the outside but the structure is amazing," I said looking around trying to hopefully distract her and change topics. To ones not about me.

Her eyes scrunched together, it seemed that she was concentrating very hard on something.

"David built it for me, but a man designed it for me," she said sadly and I could detect a bit of longing... also love? But surely I was wrong. Maybe she was in the same boat as me. She loved a man that left her. I had once loved Lana and she left me. Maybe this man just recently left her and the pain was still fresh in her mind and heart. Maybe I could make her feel like she is making me feel right now? Is that why she called out to me?

"Do you live here with him?" I followed up slight angry that she loved this man that was stupid enough to let her go.

"Again she smiled sadly, "No he has never lived here with me." She said quietly as I watched her face carefully and noticed that she's deliberating something once again, and I am pleased with myself that I can read her so easily.

"Were you with him? Romantically?" I asked and the words burned to say and I fought the grimace I was surely upon my face.

"Yes, I- I think he loved me..." she said contemplative look on her features.

"You do not know for sure?" I poked and prodded, wanting to know the history she had with this unknown man.

She only shrugged at first, and then spoke.

"He told me that he loved me," she said sounding happy but her words only made my chest hurt. I had no idea why this was so hard! Why was I experiencing this- this feeling? It felt like the air inside this shack was suffocating me. I believed for the most part that I had kept my outer appearance relaxed but apparently I failed.

She looked at me in concern, "Are you okay Kaden?" she said, her voice the lifesaver and lighthouse to guide me out of this internal storm. Why? Why did this bother me so much?

I wanted to ease her worried, fretful questioning.

"Yeah. Yes. Yes, I'm fine," I stuttered out and that is nothing like me at all. I haven't stuttered or been dazzled by any woman since I was 13 years old I and found out that Lana was my mate. My mate. Then it hit me. This pain, I'm feeling... it was hitting me just like when Lana told me she was in love with my brother. Only this time, instead of Lana pushing me away, breaking me as she did so, Etta was calling me. Over thousands of miles away calling me, begging me to come to her and that thought alone for the moment at least was able to bring me relief.

Although I couldn't fully shift anymore I still had my heightened senses, eyesight, speed, strength and hearing. When I heard someone walking I spun my head in their direction and came to see a little boy, and realized that this tiny guy must be Ettas' brother Myles.

When his eyes full of sleep focused on me for a second I could swear they widened.

"Myles what is the matter?" Elizabetta asked breaking the spell his eyes had over me.

Listening for his answer, I checked my watch and saw that it was already heading to be 11pm already and that frustrated me. I would have to leave shortly, I had classes to teach all week but I didn't want to be away from Etta, or this... hut she appears so devoted too.

"I heard someone," Myles answered, rubbing his eyes and strangely went the way he came. Children made no sense to me whatsoever, of course that reason alone were not the reason I didn't want to reproduce any.

"They make perfect sense," Elizabetta gritted out at me, displeased but appearing angry more than anything. Damn, I had spoken that thought aloud in her presence; she would probably think I hated children. I frowned at the look of annoyance on her face. Hopefully I can get back into her good graces before I left tonight.

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