Chapter 70
Staring at the pictures for what feels like forever the voice repeats over and over “which path will you choose?” standing I walk over to the picture with Allie in it. Fog swirls around the pictures disappear and new pictures are in front of me. One is of me and three pups a boy and two small girls standing over a thriving pack. The other is of me and one boy and one girl standing next to two graves one with allies name the other one blank but smaller. Behind us is the pack on fire. “I lose Allie either way? Why?” dropping to my knees. When the voice again repeats “what path will you choose?” I get the hint it wants me to keep choosing a path. Each time I do new pictures pop up neither overly happy nor sad some look almost the same making the choice hard. Finally having enough as new pictures pop up I yell “does it even matter what I choose it's all going to be the same in the end and it's left or right I have to live with the choice.” “very good my son. Every choice has a negative and positive end. Choose the path of honor then follow it through or choose the path of love but once chosen it can not be taken back. You must live without stress over what has happened. The path you must walk is not always the one you want to walk remember.” both the voice and pictures fade away into the darkness once again.
Wake up to the sounds of birds singing bringing in the new day. Allie tucked up against my side. Pulling her closer the only thing I really can remember from my dream is live with my decisions and I will lose Allie. From the look of the pups in the dream, I don’t have long left with her. I will spend every day like it's the last with her. Kissing the top of her head enjoying this time with her. When I feel the push telling me someone is trying to link with me. Opening the link john’s voice fills my mind. “will get a couple of things first there's an old like looks like a walking skeleton at the border asking for you says his name is Elder Ambrose. He said you know him. Second, we got the girl to talk a little and you are not gonna like what she said.” fuck all I want to do is spend as much time with Allie as I can but I can when I have to find and kill her brother. Slipping from the bed I cover Allie giving her my pillow as I head to the shower I link john back that I will be in the office in ten minutes. Linking tom at the border to escort the elder to my office. Something is up if he came here himself. Usually, if I need to have a word with him I ask his nephew to have him call and he does but this time he traveled here from who knows where and pretty fast. Elder Ambrose lives up to the meaning of his name. It's said he made a deal to be immortal. To this day no one knows how old he is. He has looked the same since I met him at least fifteen years ago.
Just as I open the door to my office poof there is elder Ambrose. “you know when I said have you brought here I meant for you to walk.” waving his hand coffee appeared and he laughs. “I have not walked such a distance in well over a hundred years boy. I don’t intend to start now. Besides the look on your young warrior was priceless.” taking the cup he holds to me. Shaking my head chuckling. Taking a seat on one of the couches by the big bay window in my office the elder followed. “so I hear you found a second chance mate congrats young alpha.” raising my brow at him “alpha huh?” he laughs harder slapping his knee “just trying it out.” we both laugh. John walked through the door stopping at the sight. Looked at Ambrose then behind him. He starts pointing to Ambrose then behind him out of the door. Causing us to laugh even more “someone wanna let me in on the damn joke.” he huffs grabbing a cup of coffee and coming over to where we are “and how the hell you beat me here?” Ambrose now doubling over in laughter. This is what he lives for messing with people's minds.
“he misted in. See this old man is pretty powerful because he's so old.” I snicker out “old do I look old to you?” he fakes hurt. Shaking my head ya ya he looks all of maybe 23 years old with long white hair tan skin. He has one of the pretty boy faces and he uses it he's a total man whore. If it wasn’t for his pitch-black eyes you wouldn't even know he wasn’t a young human. His scent is one of a human one of his specialties. Ambrose created a potion to mask his scent a long time ago to hide from mostly my grandfather. Having perfected it long after my father became the alpha. Taking the time to explain who Ambrose is will save time later. The more we tell john the lower his jaw drops. All he can say is no way and really. It's like he forgot how to talk.
“so boy what has you asking to speak to me?” looking over the rim of his mug. “well seems you might have something to say to me for you to make the journey here.” raising my brow. In the corner of my eye, I can see johns head looking back and forth between us. Neither of us wants to be the first to break it's an old game one I have yet to lose. And like before I am the more stubborn one.
