The Forlorn by Calle J. Brookes

Author:Calle J. Brookes [Calle J. Brookes]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Demons, Fantasy Romance, Love Story, Paranormal Romance, Romance, Science Fiction, Shifters, Vampires, Werewolf, Werewolves
Google: BpkxBQAAQBAJ
Amazon: B00P77A5SS
Barnesnoble: B00P77A5SS
Goodreads: 23551583
Publisher: Lost River Lit Publishing
Published: 2014-11-02T14:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Mara saw that he meant it. “No. I don’t want recompense. I just want something better than this normal. For my brothers, if nothing else.”

“There are Lupoiux amongst my family now. I will see to it that someone takes the boys to mentor when the time presents itself. They will not be denied that part of their heritage any longer. Any more than you will. And Mara…I will find a way to help your mother. Tell me…what do you remember of your father? How long has he been gone?”

“Twelve years, almost. He was gone two months before my brothers were born.”

“How long has your mother suffered such sadness?”

“From that day.”

“I see. If it is as I suspect, then it is your mother’s soul crying out for her mate. She may just be hanging on long enough for your brothers to reach their age of majority. I am sorry, Mara. It can work that way. For a Rajni to survive so long past their mate; it must be horribly painful for her.”

Mara pulled the wrappings from her left arm and studied the gashes in her skin. “She used to be different. Always laughing. My father would call her his sunshine, and me his rainbow. He was big and strong and everything. We knew that.”

“What happened to him?”

She unwrapped her right arm before answering. The wounds would need cleaned—she understood enough about how gangrene and bacteria had decimated ancient Earth cultures to not even risk it, no matter what the medical people said—and rewrapped, but they were healing much faster than she could have ever expected. “We were driving home late one night. I can’t remember where we had been, we had been driving a very long time. Our car broke down, or we hit something, or whatever. My parents were very worried. Mom was about halfway through the pregnancy, and it wasn’t easy. She had been so ill. My father got out of the car. I never saw him again, and it was so dark outside that I didn’t see what happened to him. I just remember my mother screaming, and locking the car. A man came after that, and he carried my mother from the car and to a woman who helped us. A human woman, I guess. When I asked, all my mother would say was Redd Gothan. I don’t know if that was the man who helped us, or if that was the man who killed my father.”

He was quiet for a moment, his dark gold eyes compassionate. “Redd Gothan was a name of a band of Lupoiux wolves. A criminal band. They killed, kidnapped, raped, and just about anything else you can think of over the last twenty years. Their range spanned from California to Florida. They were probably after your mother—and you—that night. And your father got in the way. I’m sorry.”

“Why would they want us? It was dark, my mother was huge with the boys, and I was just a kid.”

“Exactly that. You were old enough for some, sweetheart.

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