Leila's Pov~
"Greetings, Sir, Clinton." A Man in his early fifties walks out of the mansion in plain black pants together with a white shirt tucked between his waistband. He wore an inner jacket above his white shirt with a striped tie around his neck. He welcomes Mr. Clinton. And turns to face us with a warm smile. "Good evening, Mr. Albert," Mr. Clinton returned his greeting with a smile.
Glancing back at us, he continues. "Young, Pentagon's, meet Mr. Albert, he is the steward who has been in charge of taking care of the estate till your arrival." Mr. Clinton Concluded. The said Mr. Albert outstretched his hand towards my brother, for a handshake which my brother took.
"It's nice meeting you, Mr. Albert." My brother said while acknowledging him. "You too, young master." Mr. Albert's response made my brother and I raise our brows in question. I nod my head at him in greeting. "I think we should be heading inside now." Mr. Clinton suggested. We all walk into the mansion one after the other. Mr. Clinton was right, my head is full of unanswered questions. And I can't wait to get to it. "Here, we are. Young Pentagons I will leave you to Mr. Albert to show you to your rooms." Mr. Clinton said the moment we step into the leaving room. "We will we'll have a chi chat later," he added while looking at my brother.
The steward taking the cue waved his hand toward the direction we needed to follow. We followed him upstairs, to our rooms. Once we get to the second floor, the steward Mr. Albert showed my brother a bronze door on our right as his room. "We are here young master." My brother nods and gave my right shoulder a light pat and went inside the room. The moment the door closes, silence replaces itself between l and the steward. "Miss, we still have to show you to your room." Mr. Albert said, reminding me with a face full of smiles. I blink my eyes in return and follow him.
He left me with 'Take care massage' before going back to his business. I step inside the room with a mixture of white-pink background with slow steps. I had no time to measure the whole place as I dumped my whole weight onto the bed and stared blankly at the ceiling. From the space and softness of the bed, I can tell it's a huge and good bed. But my mind is very much occupied at the moment, to marvel at it.
I still can't help, but marvel at how quickly everything turned out, from getting attacked by Lycans, to losing the life of our parents and the lives of the silver moon pack members and warriors. Everything seems like a dream to me.
But it remains a painful reality.
My head hit the pillow the moment l finished having a bath. I never bothered to care for a slight meal for my stomach. I close my eyes knowing my eyelids are heavy. I slowly let my tears flow silently as my grip on the blanket tightens. The image of my parent's death kept flashing before my eyes while I shook under the blanket continuously. I saw myself back, in the Silver Moon Pack forest. I was standing in the middle of the forest while facing the back of a giant Beast with dark fur.
The Beast seems to be busy with something which I could tell from the movement of his back and hands. I was so confused and scared at the same time. I probed to know who it was in slow steps. "Who are you?" I asked, feeling the hot sweat going through my body.
The Beast stops its movement hearing my voice. I can feel my heart thumping hard on my chest as he slowly turns around. My fear multiplied seeing the face of the Beast, a Lycan with bloody-bared fangs slipping down from his mouth. My breathing stopped. Looking down at his hand raised above his torso. I screamed in terror as I watch the heads of my parents dangling from his hands. He started laughing in horror.
I jumped up from my bed screaming. My body was draped in a cold sweat. Strong and sturdy arms enveloped and pulled me into a warm hug while patting my back gently.
"It's okay now, I'm here Leila. It's a dream." Hearing the soothing sound of my name, coming from the voice above my head. I raise my head from the person's chest to meet my brother's gaze. I hugged him back as tears streamed down my eyes. I can still feel my body shaking in his arms. I don't want to imagine or remember the dream I had.
The next morning I went downstairs for breakfast with my brother. I was surprised to see the others present. Arther and Daniel, together with Mr. Clinton gathered at the dining table. Their eyes were directed at us the moment we climbed downstairs. My brother pulls out the chair next to his for me to sit in before taking his seat as well. Once we were settled the steward came to the dining room with a few maids which I didn't notice there yesterday, carrying a food trolley. They placed the food on the dining table and left afterward.
We all dig into the food to help ourselves. "How are you feeling now, Miss Pentagon?" Mr. Clinton asked me as his gaze remained on me. I licked my lips, I guess everyone within the mansion heard me screaming yesterday night. I smiled back at him. "I'm feeling better." He nodded hearing my response. "that's good."
We ate the food silently. Mr. Clinton cleared his throat as he wiped his lips clean with wet wipes. "Your father, the late Alpha, Bruno Pentagon, designed this estate beforehand. I was surprised when I heard his plans. I don't know what his reasons were. But I guess this is part of his reasons." Mr. Clinton said while directing his gaze at us. The dining table remains silent as we try to settle in with what we just heard.
Does it mean our father knew will be attacked beforehand? No, that's not it. There's something deeper?