Cristi
The past few days I had been thinking about the conversation I had had with my mate in the car. He had been so forceful when he had been trying to get me to agree to keep Honey's identity a secret, that I can honestly say for the first time in my life I had been afraid of him. I couldn't help but wonder if he honestly thought my family had been involved with what had happened to our pack. I knew my family would never have had a reason to get involved with anything to do with our pack. Being in Canada, they had always enjoyed being far enough away to be left out of all the drama associated with American packs.
I knew that if we were honest with my family, they would never tell anyone who Honey really was. But Tony was right. He was the head of our household and his word was final. So, when we arrived at the Blue Lightning pack, we would tell them a cover story about who Honey was.
I was glad we were getting closer to my family. The past few days of staying in flea-infested hotels and being cooped up in the car were beginning to take their toll on all of us. Plus, all the stress of the loss of the pack and poor Honey's grief were getting to be too much for her, and she needed space to be able to process it all. As for me, I needed to be out in the fresh air. I needed to shift and go for a long run to stretch my muscles and clear my head. I needed to hug my parents and feel that safe feeling that kids crave from hugging their parents. Looking out the windscreen, I figured we were about two and a half hours away from my family's home. The house where I had grown up and lived right up until I had met Tony at a conference my parents had attended when I was sixteen. The Blue Lightning pack had been my sanctuary. My parents' home had always been my safe place. When I left to move with Tony, he had become my safe place. But after his earlier threat, the safety I had once felt had been shaken. I couldn't wait to see my parents. I couldn't wait to get to my childhood home.
Honey
Being stuck in the car and in confined spaces, staying in hotel rooms was taking a toll. Whenever Zac was around, I felt on edge. I knew he was angry. I also knew that the anger he felt was directed at me. I honestly for the life of me had no idea why he was so angry at me. I was not the one who had planned an attack on my family and my pack. I was not the one who had forbidden him from returning to the pack grounds. I was not the one who was calling the shots right now. Maybe he was angry with me because it was easier for him to be angry with me instead of being angry with his parents.
I was feeling anxious about getting to the territory of the Blue Lightning pack. I had never met them. Zac said they were bad ass, but honestly, I had never heard of them. Maybe my parents had kept me sheltered. Maybe I just wasn't interested in hearing about other packs. I mean, I am a twelve-year-old girl. I have interests. And those interests didn't involve me keeping tabs on other packs or dealing with pack politics. That had always been my parents' job. They kept tabs on other packs and what was going on in the world. Now they were gone. I wonder if they had been expecting an attack? I wonder if they had any idea of who had taken their lives and why?
As I sat there in that car, I promised myself that I would find out who had taken my parents away from me. I would find out why they had done it. And once I found out those two things. I would get revenge for my parents' deaths.
Zac
I was sitting in the back of the car. As I sat there I couldn't help but feel my anger and hatred towards Honey consume me. I blamed her for this. If my parents hadn't had to look after her, I could have left the house. My parents would have been doing their jobs. My girlfriend would still be alive right now. Corinna. We had been together since we were thirteen. I just knew she was going to be my mate. I wouldn't have had my belief proven right until next year, when we had turned sixteen. Now, she was gone. Slaughtered. I never had a problem with Honey until the night of the attack. I had always viewed her as my kid sister. Now, she was just a reminder of everything that I had lost. I hated her. I would always hate her. And I would make sure that my cousins and my family hated her too.