Filed To Story: The Omega Destiny
Room 403
“I wouldn’t do that. It isn’t um…washed and I don’t want you climbing pregnant.”
“I climb the stairs all the time.” I scoff and swat at his forearms.
“Thanks for reminding me, we are getting an elevator.” He picks me up completely, turris around, and sets me back down, effectively blocking me from viewing the photos.
“That is ridiculous.” I decide to circle back to the elevator comment later. We’re here for a reason and I try to settle and get in touch with my wolf’s instincts.
I walk over to her bookshelf and there are a lot of random trinkets and a few books. I picked up a small black t-shirt with the outline of a black wolf embroidered on the upper left area of the shirt. It is way too small for her and appears out of place.
“Holy shit…” Thane mutters grabbing the shirt from me quickly.
“What?”
“I lost this shirt when I was ten. It was my favorite. My grandma made that wolf on there for me…I can’t believe this. She stole my shirt…” Thane trails off as he walks closer, examining the shelf of random items
“Everythin
“Everything on this shelf is stuff I lost when I was little. This here..” He holds up a pocketknife, “Cyrus always tried to start fires with the magnifying glass in it. I thought my mom threw it away…I was so mad at her even though she kept denying it and then wouldn’t get me another because she thought Cyrus would burn the house down with it.”
“You’ve never been in here?” I knew they had a relationship and assumed that he had been with her here at some point.
“No. Had I known…” I place my hand on his and gently squeeze.
“This isn’t your fault, Thane. Her obsession runs…deep. You believe the best of those around you. You look for the good in others…whether you want to admit it or not.”
“I don’t even know how to feel about this. I mean she was always around. She was friends with my sister. Her parents….is that my hair?”
“What?” I look back to observe what he is holding. It appears to be a real, three-inch section of Thane’s black hair.
“She kept a piece of my hair……what the fuck.” Thane is holding the lock in his fingers. His face is a mixture of emotions.
“How did she get it? Did she cut your hair when you were sleeping together?”
“No. I never let her….um stay.” He clears his throat. Yes, this conversation is uncomfortable and Aramana is snarling loudly within my mental barrier, but I also can’t help myself to find out more either.
Am I a nosy person? Is this a new personality trait? I’m becoming….inquisitive maybe.
That sounds better.
“I had a shaggy hair stage in my pre-teen pup years. My father hated it.” He puts the hair back on the shelf and picks the knife back up, twirling it around in his fingers, contemplating.
“If you want it back, take it. It’s yours. Just…wash her scent off it first.”
Thane holds the knife in his hand, studying it. Most likely, reliving memories. He smiles and puts it back in his pocket. “I may see if Cyrus can start a fire with it after all.”
“Look for his toenails.” Cyrus mind-links me, startling me slightly.
“Why am I looking for toenails?” I asked Thane as I pulled out a book from the shelf.
“Just tell him to shut up. I throw my toenail clippings in the trashcan like a normal shifter.” Thane walks across the room, pulling open her desk as I sit in the chair and open the book.
I quickly realize I have stumbled upon her journal….diary? Obsession book? Thane’s name is written a million times at least all over the inside
Room 403 cover. This must be something she started when she was younger, judging by the handwritting style. I look back up to the shelf and realize there are several of these journals.
Combing through them will take forever.
Do I even need to? These could all be old.
Screw it. She tried to take my mate.
I want to know it all.
Thane
“I have no current info on who Stevens is talking to within the pack. It is more difficult to trace but Triad Groups brothel is situated 3.5 hours away from here on a piece of neutral territory. They got it approved through the neighboring packs.” Tyler gives us an update in the war room. Neutral territory can have anything on it. If it is approved by neighboring packs and we do not happen to be one of them. We can all use them if we follow the rules.
Namely no murder and no pack bullshit on the land.
“We can assume that if they are selling girls out of there then we need to link them to anyone in this pack. Right now, we don’t know if they are or aren’t.” Tyler continues and I turn to Damon, going over the pros and cons of sending him.
Cyrus thinks he will blow his cover the first time he sees someone spit on the floor. I do not necessarily think that is true. Damon likes cleanliness and there isn’t anything wrong with that.
We all should.
I think the issue to Cyrus is how he reacts to it sometimes. Sometimes he can ignore things and sometimes he will clean an entire room because of something small that could have been managed with a paper towel. What Cyrus knows is that Damon grew up in another pack.
He does not know Damon grew up in a hoard home.
Damon’s mother was a big-time hoarder. I don’t know why. Not my business. He hasn’t willing shared specifics of his mother or living situation, and I won’t force him to. I could dig in my father’s records, but I do not feel the need to violate his privacy like that.
My father accepted his pack transfer in our teen pup years. He came here to live with a great aunt of his. It was a blessing for him that he did. Damon was shy for awhile and I remember that he didn’t seem comfortable with too many of the common basic amenities for a while.
Probably because he did not have them.
“We are sending Damon in. If he could not go, I would call off the whole thing because I’m not bringing any others into this. We do not know who to trust, so we trust no others outside of our circle. Don’t even start with m Cyrus.” I cut my eyes at him.
He is on thin ice after I went to the kitchen to get Ayla water at 2AM and found him making a sandwich, naked, with a face mask on with weird foam things in his hair. “Curl Training,” he called it something they apparently do together now. Who freaking knows.
I want my house back.
“I wasn’t going to say a thing about him being a neat freak. I was going to say he’s so pretty they will probably put him on a stage.” Well, he’s not a liar. Damon, has light brown, messy hair, blue eyes that for some reason, are almost clear, High cheekbones, a strong jaw, perfect teeth and he’s tall and muscular with abs. Damon really is quite pretty, except his boyish smile only has one dimple.
From what I understand about how dimples work, that would cut his she-wolf sex appeal in half.
“You mad your sister was sitting on my pretty face this morning?” Damon turns toward Cyrus, a huge smile on his face and I know the two of them are about to start slinging insults which could last all damn day.