Muted Mate

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

Healing

It's been a month since we lost our baby, and we still can't figure out who or what caused it, other than some pill, that I know I didn't take.

The funeral for our baby broke my heart even more. Today I stand in front of our little baby's grave. We decided to name him Aiden Blain Anderson. Our little alpha, who will watch over the pack from heaven instead of on earth here with his family.

Kyle's arm's wrap around my waist and pulls me close to him and sighs, kissing me on the cheek. "Baby, dinners done" he whispers.

I nod and a tear slips from my eye as I take one last look at Aiden's grave, and start walking towards the pack house for dinner.

The smell of steak instantly hits my nose, and my stomach growls. I unwillingly sit down at the table and begin eating.

••••

I woke up the next morning with loud screaming down stairs. A groan leaves my lips. "Kyle?" I croak out and he rolls over in bed and wraps his arm around me, and his green sleepy eyes open.

"What princess?" He says with a yawn. Gosh he's so perfect.

"What is that yelling?" I whisper.

He listens for a second and then sits up in bed "I'm not sure".

Standing up he slips on his slippers and I slip on mine.

I wrap my robe around me and we go downstairs and see Jen, and Kyle's beta trying to talk to a screaming man.

He looks almost 24, his blue eyes are crazed and wild, his dirty blonde hair is filthy, knotted, and greasy. His clothes are ripped, and he's super thin. "Where is she?!" He screams at the top of his lungs, his deep voice booming out.

"Who?" Jen asks, clearly annoyed and frustrated.

"Beth!" He yells.

I take another step forward at the sound of my name, and Kyle holds his arm out. "He's panicked and crazy. Don't" he warns.

I growl and walk forward anyways. The man's eyes lock on mine, when I come into his view. "Beth?" He whispers.

"Yes?" I saw shakily.

My wolf is on edge. Ready to take control if needed. "It's me. Ian."

I gasp and stumble forward a little bit but stop. Is he being serious? He can't be. He died years ago, we had a funeral, we all mourned his death for years, I still do some days.

Why would someone pull such a sick twisted joke on me? Haven't I been through enough?

"Your lying" I say threw gritted teeth.

"No I'm not" He pleaded "It's really me"

Then I walk forward. That's when I look into his eyes. His blue eyes. The same eyes as me. His hair, the same shade as mine, just dirty and greasy.

"Ian?" I whisper, tears beginning to form in my eyes.

"Yes Beth. It's me. Your big brother."