Chosen for the Realm

Much Needed Conversation

DAXTON

I didn't even have a chance to react before I felt the hard blow of Emile's fist against my face. Once the shock of it went away, I looked at him, knowing I probably deserved that one. "I'm sorry, It's hard to find the right time or mindset to get into that conversation. I don't even think I've fully accepted it or taken it all in." I tell him while rubbing my cheek, the sting slowly fading away. He shakes his head at me. "There shouldn't be a right or wrong time to tell me what the f**k is going on! I've went my whole life thinking I was an unwanted kid and used by my mother, only to find out I was wronged by her all this time, and kept from the truth. My father, he was just as clueless as I was and I think we more than deserve an explanation." Emile fumed, a single tear streaming down his cheek. "And I've went most of my life thinking you were DEAD! Do you know how hard this is for me too?! Knowing you've been right under my nose all this time and I didn't know. I could have been there for you all this time and we could have grieved together for our parents, but how was I supposed to do that thinking you were taken from me! You're placing blame on the wrong person here!" I shouted breathing heavily, hoping he understands just how emotional this is for me too. "Imagine not kno-... wait, did you just say grieving our parents? What's wrong with them?!" He pleads before walking closer to me, the most heartbreaking look on his face. All I can think is how do I tell him? There is no easier way to go about this. Just tell him the truth, you both deserve that much Shiro chimes in, sending me some of his courageous energy through our connection. I silently thank him knowing I would need it. He's right, and that's really all I can do, so here goes nothing. "Can we sit down and talk?" I ask Emile, and he nods his head. Sebastian shows us over to a small Maroon loveseat lined in gold, sitting to the left of his desk, and motions for us to sit down. "Everyone, lets move over to Moira's office, I think they need a little privacy." Sebastian says as he practically pushes everyone out of the room but me, Emile and Christian. Once they're gone and the door is sealed shut, Emile looks to me, ready for me to begin while Christian just kind of stands back, not wanting to intrude but wanting to know the story none the less. I rub my hands against my legs, my nerves kicking in full drive at having to relive my trauma once again, but this is the least I can do. "I don't even know where to begin, but this is what I know so far. Bare with me, I don't know if I'm going to be able to form a coherent sentence, but I'll try my best as this is hard for me too. I was a 6 year old boy at the time, and you were a week old. I was training young to be the next alpha in line, and wanting to impress mom and dad, I worked hard, and didn't involve myself much in a childhood. I felt too mature for that, and knew there would be alot on my shoulders eventually, so I wanted to get a head start. It was my studies, and doing little training here and there instead of doing things that normal kids would do. I remember it like it was yesterday, the day that my life was changed forever. The worst thing that could happen to a child, happened to me, and you as well, now that we know the truth in that aspect. Mom and dad had decided to go for a walk with you, mom complaining that dad was always working and he needed to take a break and relax. She wanted him to spend more time with her and us. Mom came to me, wanting me to take a walk with you guys, but I was busy with our nanny working on my studies, so I declined and stayed behind. Later that night...I- I feel like part of it is my fault. One of our dad's pack guards came rushing into our packhouse. Emile, Our parents were murdered, and they tried to pass the fault onto rogues. " I gulped, trying to gather myself so I could finish. Emile and Christian were both staring at me intently, Emile's expression changing to one of sadness and unfulfillment. "Not only were they murdered, there was a blood trail leading away from their bodies, and you were nowhere to be found." I put my hands over my eyes, wiping downward to get rid of the evidence of tears threatening to spill. "You had disappeared. Vainshed, nowhere to be found and never heard of again. Until we came to this conclusion, I had come to believe that you were dead. I held hope that one day we would either find out more information or find your body. I never lost hope of the slim possibility that you were alive. That was all ruined by one sadistic motherfucker. And that would be our father's Beta, Allen." I finished, Emile still staring at me, emotionless with a very blank look on his face. He suddenly stood up, balling up his fist at his side. "Where is the bastard?!" Was the only question he asked, and as much as I wanted to, I couldn't give him an answer. "We're still searching, for the day I found out he was involved thanks to the King and Queen, he was gone before I could arrive back to our parent's packhouse to interrogate him." I replied, seeing him look down made the hurt in my heart beat a little faster. "Our parents may be gone Emile, but they loved us more than anything, that's one thing I can promise you. However, we now have eachother, and you made it back to me after all." I smiled really big, now glad that we're able to sit down and talk. "Did I have a name other than the one I have now?" He questioned, and I sat for a second before I thought about it, he needed to know. He needed the identity that was taken from him. "Rowan Collino Torsney." I replied flatly, waiting to see his reaction. He didn't hardly move, still looking like he was thinking it over. He decided to splurt out the name, letting it roll off of his tongue. "Rowan." He smiled, shaking his head in reminiscense. "They did love me. They died for us, Daxton. Don't you get it?" He replied, and I'm a little confused at his random outburst. "They died protecting us. There's a reason we survived, Daxton, and there's a reason you were intrigued to stay behind. They knew something was going to happen, that's why our parent's didn't pressure you to go." He reveled, and I understood what he was trying to say, but I'm still a little dumbfounded on what he's trying to conclude. "They needed you Daxton. They knew you would live to tell the story, and to find out the truth. The moon goddess really does have her plans, amirite?!" He joked, and it makes more sense than I had suspected. Mom and dad knew something bad was happening, or else they wouldn't have been following advice from the white witch as to out their beta, and their most trusted acquaintance. I don't say friend, because Allen wishes he could live up to those standards, but the son of a b***h was greedy, and threw it all away for the hope of something that wasn't guaranteed, power. Nothing is just handed to you, and he should have known this the day he decided to betray my parents. And now that the cat is out of the bag, he isn't gonna know what hit him when we find him again. And we will find him, that's a threat and a promise. "You're right. Had I went that day, I wouldn't have lived long enough to discover the truth. The real truth. They weren't killed by rogues, their beta was the reason for their demise. I know this now. This plan, it was known we would meet again one day. And now it's our turn to work together. Starting with that old hag witch you used to call your mother." I spat, using my words as venom because she is a sorry piece of s**t. My mate will defeat her once and for all, and she'll wish she had just stayed the f**k out of it and accepted her life as it was. She ruined everything, for what? Our families, forever broken because of her ignorant stupidity, For an opportunity to be a s**t person?! just despicable. "I'm gonna kill my "mother" with my own bare hands. I want to watch the life drain from her as she's in my grip, begging for mercy. She will be screaming my name, my real name in agony." Emile angrily said, his teeth clinching so hard together I thought he may break one. "That makes two of us, little brother." I smile, letting the word ring in my ears, and it couldn't sound any better. I had my brother back, and now that we're together, nothing will stop us from accomplishing our goal to avenge our parents. I hadn't expected this day to come, but now that it's here, I couldn't be more grateful. Christian just sat there quietly, not one time interrupting or giving his opinion. The man looked broken, and I cannot compare as I have no idea how I would react in a situation such as this. If the love of my life had betrayed me as heavy as his did, I'd probably want to kill her. I would regret the day I ever fell in love with her, and she would know the consequences of ever lying to me in that way. His closest ally, now leaning more towards his worst enemy. "One more thing, Who are you, Alpha Christian?" I ask, and he looked to me with wide eyes, unsuspecting the question I had just brought forth. Rowan looking to his previously known dad, and then back to me, waiting to see what happens next. "Who told you?!"