The Werewolf's Vampire Mate
Chapter 289: Just need a break

Chapter 289: Just need a break

Blue

He parks the car in the parking lot of the trailer park. We are on the bad side of town, just comparing this place to the estate is a milestone. I am used to living in the outskirts. Jules lives in the woods and I stayed with him in seclusion for a year plus. I know how it is to be alone but this place is bad. I just know the person will definitely be up to no good.

Is this a good idea?

My wolf asks me. I feel the hesitation deep down. I don’t know if this is a good idea but I am all out of ideas. I don’t know how to get them out of the mess that they are in because of me. If there was another way to do this. I would have done it.

"We’re here,’’ Mage tells me calmly. He doesn’t even look scared.

"How dangerous is the person we are here to see?’’ I ask him in a way that doesn’t make me sound too terrified. I might act tough like I have my shit together but I am far from that. Half the time, I don’t even know what the fuck I am doing.

He laughs at my question, almost like it is unwarranted "EM is not dangerous. He is just not like you and me,’’ he assures me as he gets down from the car. I follow him at his pace as he walks over to the door. The trailer is in the middle of other trailers. It looks old and tainted—like it could use some renovations. The door to the trailer opens before we even get close to it. An old man steps down from it and watches us.

He is dressed in a pair of black pants and a black t-shirt. His hair is white on his head and he has a full set of beards, you know the kind that joins with your mustache and hair. He looks straight out of a scary movie. One of his eyes is shut closed. He only has one good eye. If I was to just him on his appearance, I would say that he can’t help me but I don’t want to be too quick. I want to see what he has to offer before I cancel him.

"Mage, is that you?" he asks. His voice is deep and croaky. He looks to be about sixty.

Experience is usually the best remedy and he looks like he has a lot of experience. Mage walks closer to him and they embrace. I watch them with unsure of what to do "I brought a friend. We need your help.’’ he tells him once they pull apart. The man looks at me and his one good eye flinches as he analyses me. a smile sprawls up on his face.

"I know who you are,’’ he mutters calmly.

I furrow my brows with a faint smile. "You’re Jules’s son, aren’t you?’’ He breathes out as he adds. How does he know my father?

"How do you know my father,’’ At this point, Mage is looking at me with curiosity, which makes me think that he didn’t know before bringing me here.

The old man—Em, smiles warmly "I lead him to you. the only reason why you even know of him in the first place is because of me,’’

To him, this feels like an accomplishment. Like somehow, he did something that I should be thankful for. I don’t know the story of how Jules found me. All I know is that one day, he came to the coven and demanded to see me. This is not a story of me feeling like I was missing something. I didn’t go looking for him, I didn’t even know where to look. I would have lived my life never even knowing that he existed. The fact that I even met him in the first place is something I will always be grateful for. Just thinking about the life I lived before my Lycan side, makes me sad.

"Where are my manners, come in,’’ he grabs my hands and pulls me up the two steps into the small trailer house. My eyes go around the small room. Everything in this house is implicating. All his potions and book of spells are out on display. It seems to me like he doesn’t really invite people in. the fact that he is open to his magic just means there is a part of him that is nonchalant about it.

"Have a seat,’’ he tells us. Mage sits down on the only chair in this very tiny room. I feel like the walls are closing in on me. the longer I stay here, in this uncertain situation. I don’t know if he will be able to help me but I am willing to do anything. I don’t just want to know who hurt him. I want to be able to undo whatever was done to him.

The old man walks into a closed corner in the room and drags a foldable chair to me. I watch him as he places it next to me "Sit, sit, would you like something to drink?’’ he asks me.

We both shake our heads at the same time "No thank you,’’ I mutter obediently.

He smiles "So what can I do for you. the fact that mage brought you here means that you need my help for something."

I nod.

His smile widens like he didn’t expect anyone coming and asking for help. A book on the shelf calls out to my attention. Somehow, in the midst of all the potions and artifacts, it is the only one that shines. I don’t know if it is a good idea that I feel this way but I can’t help myself.

"Yes sir,’’ I breathe out, answering his question.

He nods his head and rubs his hands together "what happened?’’ he asks me curiously. I feel like this is the only excitement he has had in his life for a while. The fact that he is so willing to help me right now.

I close my eyes as I prepare to tell him everything. he watches me with an intense look as I explain everything to him. His eyes never leave my eyes. I talk and hope silently that he will be able to help me.

I just need a break.