Back In The Arms Of My Enemy

Chapter 4: The Accident

Andalia

“Your eyes are exactly like mine," Quincy said after we had walked around the mall for close to ten minutes, yet no sign of her father.

I actually had to send the things I bought home and told the cab to return an hour later so I could get Quincy home safely. We stood before a ball pit room door, and there seemed to be kids and their parents playing in there.

I slid my card into the automated cashing machine and paid for two. I dropped my bag in a safe that was provided for additional belongings one could not carry.

The ball pits covered the whole room, leaving little space for resting and getting prepped, and as a bonus, there was a trampoline. I strapped Quincy to the wires connected to the ceiling for easy movements and an easy way to find a kid stuck in the ball pits.

I also strapped myself as well because I was going to be practicing my leaps since it was a long time I did movements over high buildings and I had not shifted for a year now, ever since we were almost figured out by humans when I tried to do so.

I started bouncing on the trampoline, covering incredible heights when I did. There was an obstacle course as well, and that gave me an idea. I snapped the holster off myself and kept it at a safe distance to get back down because if I got back down the regular way, then I would be suspected.

I stepped on the rope bridge that led to a one line balance to horizontal climbing wire. Then began my park hour practice.

Ten minutes later, I was on the trampoline beside Quincy, panting heavily from jumping around so much, and I figured out she was hungry. I pulled her to the spot where I found grilled chicken and milkshakes.

I ordered a table and waited till our order arrived. But there was something I noticed about Quincy. She also had ADHD but hers was not as bad as mine.

She seemed to momentarily drift into her thoughts like a father with no source if money would do. When I got her attention back, she would pretend nothing was wrong and she didn't see seem to like talking about it

“ADHD?" I asked and she gave a small nod, “I have that too, but mine is far more advanced than yours, that is the reason I left the cotton candy and walked off," I laughed nervously earning a small smile from her.

“My daddy would love you," she mumbled, but I heard and then pretended not to hear because I would not want to make things awkward between us.

And besides, I will not be getting involved with a man till the time comes. It's not like it will, but I have a tiny bit of hope for that.

After eating, Quincy and I headed to the entrance of the mall where I saw her bodyguards getting scolded by the same masked man that I was having a race with. When he spotted us, he instantly came towards us and pulled Quincy into his arms.

“Thank you so much," he uttered, bowing slightly with a smile, I mirrored it and said goodbye to Quincy only for her to hurry into my arms, embracing me in a hug I have always longed for.

From a child, my child.

“Will I see you again, Miss Andalia?" She asked, raising her adorable doe eyes at me.

I gave a nod and kissed her cheeks before sending her back to her now shocked father.

“Is everything alright, sir?"

“Y..yeah, yes, everything is fine. What is your name, miss? I would not want to forget the lady that my daughter liked on the first meeting," he said as genuinely as it sounded. I gave him my full name. I hope I will not regret It in the future.

“Andalia Finsely," I replied, and he smiled.

“Thank you," he replied and turned around. His gaze was abnormally dark, something I did not expect from a human, any any especially since I was a stranger. But I cared less.

I made my way to the cab, exhausted and tired from the whole day.

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Three months is the longest we have been without moving to another place. How great is that?

Well, unfortunately for me, mom found out I told a masked man my name without bothering to know what he looked like, and that raised an alarm once again.

We were currently in a truck, heading for the thirteenth pack after two human cities. Our things were behind, and we somehow found ourselves on an awfully bad road.

I sat, staring at my phone for good malls around the place we were heading to. It was a pack I had never heard about. But from how she sounded, she said we would need to be careful in a place like that because they would know the pack you belonged to by your character or accent.

And since the moon goddess was so good to us, mom and I did not have a problem with it.

However, as bad as my luck was, the truck's accelerator and brakes were jammed, and we were heading for a dead end. The driver ordered us to go down and hide under the seats while he tried to fix the brakes.

I made a turn, heading off the road and straight for a tree, mom, the driver, and I braced ourselves for impact. An impact that caused us a lot of pain, I know, is because I hit my head countless times, hard, on the floor of the truck since I was too late to grab something.

We then crashed into a tree that totally destroyed the truck. I was the only one alive, possibly because my wolf was not dead yet. I saw that the driver was already dead because a metal somehow found its way into his head, and mom was unconscious and was losing a lot of blood.

While I was bleeding, I had an excruciatingly painful headache that I had to endure till I carried her body with me away from the truck.

I checked her heartbeat in a panic when she finally closed her eyes and without knowing tears started falling out of my eyes.

I couldn't lose mom. She was everything I had, but her heart was beating too slowly, and I knew nothing about health. I scrambled up to my feet and rushed to the road when I spotted a car approaching.

I went before it and knelt beside the driver's door, where a man glanced down at me with his dead green eyes that I had remembered mom told me about.

Grayson Devon, the bastard responsible for my amnesia and our running like criminals.

But I had no choice but to beg him.

“Please my mom. We got into an accident, and she's about to die. Please help me," I pleaded, tears rushing out of my eyes like a river, Grayson stepped out of his car and held out his hands.

“Make a deal with me, and you both will not die here."

A deal, who knows what it might be. Money, blood, what else could he possibly ask for. At least if I gave him what he wanted, mom would be alive.

Then I made up my mind, “I accept."

“Agree to marry me and be mine, and you get anything you want."