LOGIN"And you're only telling me about this now?"Becca looked fit to be tied as they stood outside the diner while Rachel was on her break.
Business was indeed slow. For the entire morning, they'd served three customers and the heaviness in her heart, at the prospect of possibly losing her job, just added to all the stress she was under. And now this.
"Becca, come on. You know as well as I do, that spirits aren’t always the most reliable source of information. And if there was indeed a Sister Evangeline, bent on coming after me, why hasn't she?"
Becca scoffed, pouting and twirling her dark curls. A habit from childhood she never quite shook.
"We also know, that when they issue dire warnings, sometimes they come true. Have you been back to the asylum again?"
"No, "Rachel answered, averting her eyes. "I haven't had the time. "
Which was a complete lie of course. Now that her work schedule was hardly packed, she spent her evenings watching Brazilian telenovelas on cable. She didn't want to risk running into Galen Munroe and feeling the desire he awakened in her.
"Well, don't go,"Becca said. "And if the boy appears to you again, push him into the light, if you have to. "
After Becca left, Rachel went back inside, to the walk-in, to fetch more apple pie. It was true what Becca said. Sometimes spirits could be deceitful, but that was not the impression she got from the little boy that night. He was scared while talking to her, as if his biggest fears would materialize at any moment.
She knew what she had to do. Go back to the asylum and see if she could find him again, even at the risk of running into a very sexy, very tempting wolf.
Who was right inside the diner and her eyes widened, when she spotted him. But that was not what alarmed her; he wasn't alone.
Rachel bristled watching the beautiful blonde woman, lean in seductively towards him, whispering something in his ear. His eyes gleamed at whatever she was saying and he flashed his perfect, sexy smile.
Why was he affecting her this way?Why did she care about the blonde minx, nearly draping herself all over him?
And then it dawned on her. The green-eyed monster had reared its ugly head. She was utterly and completely jealous.
"Know them?"Buck asked. "He was in here the other day. Must be new in town. "
Rachel jolted her stare away from them. "He was here?"
"Yeah. Came in for a steak and spent most of the time staring at the door, like he was waiting for someone. Wonder who it was?"
Inexplicably, Rachel felt her heartbeat just a little bit faster. That night, she'd told him where she worked. Could he have come to see her, that day?And if he did, who was the blonde hussy, all over him right now?
She didn't have a chance to mull over the answers to her own questions. As soon as Buck walked away. Galen walked over to her.She folded napkins, to appear busy.
"Hi Rachel. "
"Oh, Galen,"she said, trying to sound as cool as she could. "I didn't see you. "
He smiled and her knees went weak as he bit his lower lip. "Really, Rachel?So it wasn't you who stared at me for the last five minutes?"
"Stared? Of course not, "she said, all flustered. "Why would I?"
"And it wasn't you speaking to your boss about me?Super hearing, remember?" he grinned.
Damn, she'd forgotten about that.
"And just for the record,"he said, leaning in, until she thought she would drown in his eyes, "that day I came in here, I was looking for you.”
“Why does the lone wolf interest you so much? You’ve cemented your place as Alpha of this town.You don’t need to strengthen your army.”Sophia Bruce turned in the high-backed leather chair behind her desk,in the direction of where the voice was coming from. Of course it would be Stefano,no one else in her pack would have the nerve to stride into her office and demand an explanation.“Forgive me,my Queen.How am I to serve you,if I don’t know the full extent of your involvement with him and his brothers?Why is it so urgent for you to have all of them in Colby’s Cove?”The raven-haired beauty smiled.Perhaps it was time for her most trusted confidante to know the truth.He alone would keep her secret safe.Till this moment,only he knew of the witch’s curse of immortality,which had kept her in this world, for 200 years.“I don’t need them to strengthen my army,Stefano.I need them to strengthen my family.”
A gentle rain was falling, a few days later, where the four of them stood huddled under umbrellas, around Allison's grave. After all these years, she was finally getting a decent funeral. Galen held Rachel in his arms as Reverend Matthews said a final prayer, her sobs wracking at her body. It was over and Allison was finally free.They went to her house for tea, afterward. Mrs Morris wanted to leave as soon as she could. She wanted to get back to her business in New York. There was a spring in her step, now that it was over. She seemed relieved and happy, moreso after the funeral.A car was waiting for her and Anita and they stood on the porch, saying their farewells."I can never thank you enough, for bringing me closure,"she said. She took Galen and Rachel's hands. "The two of you, and my trusted assistant, have given me something worth more than all the riches in the world. Peace."An
They converged on the steps, leading up to the asylum. Rachel, Anita, Mrs Morris and the golden wolf. Galen had already shifted. They'd agreed he would be in his wolf form, in case of an attack. Anita stood with a canister of kerosene and a box of matches. If push came to shove, she would be the one to light the fire."It feels strange,"Rachel said, "knowing this will soon be over. Not that I'm complaining!"Anita chuckled nervously. "I've never attended one of these before. And hopefully, I never will again."Rachel gave her a warm smile. "Thanks for being here Anita. I was a bitch to you that day we met, and I'm sorry.Jealousy is definitely not a good look on me.""No worries,"Anita replied. "Just make Galen happy.He’s been through so much and I really feel you’re the one who can heal his heart and he will do the same for you."He walked up to Rachel, nudging her with his head. Sh
"I imagined buying this place, would give her a sense of peace, make her believe a part of me was with her,"Mrs Morris said. "I had no idea the darkness she dealt with, was so powerful."She was still visibly shaken from seeing her mother's remains and Galen pulled Rachel outside, to the porch, while Anita did her best to offer some comfort."I can't even begin to think what her life was like, being haunted for so long,"Galen said. "I think it was meant to be that you showed up here Rachel. You were meant to help her, to free her and give Allison peace."Rachel stared lovingly into his eyes. "A werewolf, believing in destiny. Now that's something new."He kissed her on the lips. "I'm not kidding Rachel. This is what you do, and I'm glad I'm here to see you do it."Her eyes twinkled with mischief. "I'm glad you're here to love me,"she said softly.He pulled her
Days Later. . . ."Rachel, are you sure you don't want me to come up there and help?"Rachel switched her cellphone to the other ear. "Yes, Becca. I'm sure. I don't want you to be here. We don't know what will happen when we confront Allison."Becca sounded agitated. "All the more reason for me to be there Rachel!""No,"Rachel said firmly. "This is my fight, Becca. I want you to stay out of it. I need you to be safe."When the call ended, Rachel stuck her cell in her jeans' front pocket, watching Galen and Anita walk up the pathway. Mrs Morris was with them, her face set in a mask of grim concern. After introducing her to Rachel, the four of them went to the cabin, where Rachel had made a fresh pot of coffee."I always knew, it would someday come to this,"the grey-haired woman said, in her crisp English accent. "My entire life has been defined by this woman, a
"No, please don't do this!""You have to be stopped Allison, once and for all!"Allison struggled in vain as the two men violently grabbed her, pushing her to the ground. Next to her, she saw the young boy, his neck broken and her face bleeding from where he'd scratched her as she strangled him, before ending his life."Hold her steady, "one of the men commanded. The other one sat down on top of her, pinning her with his weight.The one who'd spoken, gagged her, then tied her hands and feet with rope.They dragged her outside, in the dead of night, with her struggling in vain against them. Her white dress tore and ripped with the force of their anger."You will suffer, as you made others suffer, at your hand. "Allison's eyes widened in terror, as they rolled her into the open grave, and the last thing she felt, was dirt being heap