61

Days passed. Life just kind of passed me by. Although I spent the whole day with Tyler, I really couldn't tell what he did or didn't do. The only thing I noticed were the different rooms. Our rooms, Tyler's office, the great room, and occasionally we were outside.

But it rattled in my head all the more. A thousand things went through my head. Even though I was totally exhausted emotionally inside, I tried not to let anything come out on the outside. First, because I wanted that sympathy from people around me, and second, I didn't want to burden Tyler. He tried so hard for me and now he's even been in an ongoing argument with his father. Even though Tyler had left himself after the argument with Tyler, he was sending some werewolves with letters for his son all the time. In the meantime, Tyler probably had these messengers turned away at the borders because the letters just upset him. But his father just didn't let it go.

And all this only because Tyler, incomprehensible to many werewolves, stood up for human rights and demanded and enforced justice for my sister. I could very well imagine how much some werewolves could not understand this decision. After all, they obviously had a completely different image of people than Tyler himself.

This was probably also based on reciprocity to a large extent and was therefore probably confirmed again and again. The werewolves hated humans and 300 years ago had even been able to motivate themselves to go to war against them, while humans supported the werewolves for war and oppression hated. This led to them constantly belittling each other, thus fueling the hatred and contempt. Few seemed to really understand the dilemma behind it, and Tyler was probably one of them. And not too long ago, fortunately for him and perhaps everyone else, he had the power to change the system.

"Hey Lily, how are you?" I looked up. I was sitting on the sofa in our apartment. In front of me was not only a worried looking Tyler, but also one of the twins. I looked from one to the other questioningly,

understood not what the twin was doing here. If it was Luke he was supposed to be with his patients and keep an eye on his mate. If it was Jared he was supposed to be helping Tyler with the pack but still being with his mate most of the time

This girl, who has been in a coma for quite some time now and whom I could probably bring back to life with a small decision, and thus fulfill the biggest dream of two werewolves, a companion .

"Lily? Are you even listening to me?” I looked up in surprise. I hadn't even noticed that the twin had continued talking to me

. Nothing was really easy.

"We thought you might want to talk." With these words he put a notepad and a pen on the table in front of me.

At the same moment, however, my stomach also decided to speak up.

"Well then I'll get it, I think something to eat and you can write a little something if you like, okay?" asked the twin, who I meanwhile took for Luke, and I nodded. He nodded, gave me a nice smile and then left the room.

I glanced after him and then looked at Tyler, who hadn't said a word in the meantime.

"I- I thought a conversation with Luke might do you some good.", he said hesitantly: "Is that okay with you? Otherwise I can send him away. I just wanted you to get in touch again other people than me, after all you liked the twins, or in our case Luke, didn't you?"

I didn't really know what to write the whole time.

What should I write that wasn't absolutely obvious?

And besides more compassion for my situation, what was that supposed to do anyway?

Maria was dead, and even a superhuman werewolf, some goddamn fairy tale character, wouldn't be able to change that.

It was all just milking mice and as a simple person I had no real opportunity to decide.

To be honest, I guess Tyler graciously let me make whatever decisions I made.

If he really wants to enforce something against my will, I wouldn't have a chance to stop him.

The first bite happened against my will...

There was a knock at the door.

"Come in." Tyler called, not sounding too happy.

The packhouse housekeeper opened the door with one hand while balancing a tray on the other.

"Sorry to disturb Alpha. The second pack doctor is for a medical "Incident has been called, so I'll bring the food instead. I hope it's okay."

Tyler just nodded and motioned for the werewolf to enter.

She bowed her head submissively just before the alpha, but then came towards me with a smile.

"Here please, I hope you like it.", she said to me: "By the way, we can talk about your desired food for the festival of transformation."

I heard Tyler growl softly and looked at him in confusion. Why was he growling and what did the woman mean?

But when I looked back at her, she had lowered her head and said quickly: "But of course there is still time. I'll go again."

She quickly left the room and Tyler just sighed annoyed.

"They shouldn't push you into something you're just not ready for."

It took me a moment to understand what he meant.

The transformation into a werewolf.

And if I understood the werewolf correctly, there was apparently even a party for the occasion.

Which was probably understandable from the perspective of the pack, after all they got a new member.

Since Luke won't be back so soon, you can eat in peace. If you don't mind, I'll be in the office. The changes in the law that I am striving for are not as easy to make as I had hoped. I have to make sure that I discover possible loopholes beforehand. Alphas who don't want to put up with the new system will definitely look for it and use it."

He didn't smile again and then left me alone. It was the first time I had been alone since my sister's murder and even though I really didn't want to be alone all the time, it was strangely good for me right now.It was like a moment of realization: I couldn't go on like this forever and to get back to 'normal' I had to be with myself again get by alone.

I took a deep breath, looked first at the food, then at the pad that was still lying on the table in front of me.

With one hand I took a small cake from the tray with the other I grabbed the pen.

I bit off the cake and then turned to the block.

Writing everything off my heart could really help. It would help to realize and maybe show me possibilities that I didn't see now.

I thought about how to start for a moment, but then the pen literally flew across the page.

Maybe not everything I wrote made sense. I suppose I also made a few big mental leaps that no one but myself could really understand, but I kept writing, filling page after page in a matter of minutes.