Chapter 81
Kaiden
The grocery store was small, but had everything anyone would need. I never went there myself, I never had the time, but today I would. I would make time for my sensitive pup, and whatever I had to do, could be done tomorrow. I definitely turned heads, entering the store being barefoot in only jeans. I reached in my wallet and pulled out $35 for her to get what she wanted while I checked off the list. She protested at first like I knew she would, but I insisted.
She scampered down the aisles while I got a few packages of pork, some cans of vegetables, and other stuff. It was peaceful, and for the first time in a while I saw my pack. Mothers with pups running around, Fathers with their mates, couples discussing what they would do later. It made me proud. I maintained this peace and security. I looked for Heidi… she had a cart full of herbs and spices…and a pack of powdered doughnuts. I smiled and didn’t say anything. If that’s what made her happy, so be it.
We walked back and put everything in the dining room with the rest of the family. It was still awkward being around my mate’s parents, but they seemed to be friendly enough even though I still terrified them. My Warrior Commander came to check on us and link a report as well, but it seemed our presence in their humble home was stressful for them.
That was understandable, seeing as how they still worked at Horizon, and someone still has to be a tough enforcer with inmates around that would make trouble the moment they thought they could, Especially Bryson….
It felt like forever for the food to get done, but fuck it was worth it.
Babygirl’s mom had made fried porkchops with green beans, cornbread, and homemade lemonade. The pork was tender and juicy, just like how babygirl makes it. The only difference would be that her mother was the one who wrote the recipe book on the table.
“I would kill to have you come over on my turns to cook. Damn.” I said without thinking, taking a bite. It got quiet and I heard a slap on the back of my head, followed by tingles. I didn’t feel it, but I turned to see babygirl a little pissed at me.
Marcy laughed while I was being scolded by my tiny mate. “Kaiden stop scaring my parents.” She hissed.
I threw my hands up in defeat. We stayed there for the rest of the day until late in the afternoon. I didn’t mind; I was tired of the bullshit from the church. They were interfering with the lives of all my pack, and destroying the confidence of a little girl with their antics.
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I helped babygirl with the pups and with them asleep, her included, I would leave. I would settle this shit myself if I could help it, and no one would stop me. I took a shower, shaved, and put on some cologne. I hated the shit, but it would help me smell more approachable.
I got into a nice suit, and put my hair into the traditional warriors braid. My hair was to the lower middle of my back braided. It took me over 200 years of fights, and unleashing my true power for it to reach this length. As we age, we do get stronger, and the longer our hair gets. However, only truly strong males could get their hair long….
And it would take 10 years to get mine to grow back if I did what I was planning. I looked in the mirror a long time …. For my pack and pups, I closed my eyes, putting the scissors behind my braid, and the snip echoed in the bathroom. It was symbolic, to be cut in war, and presented to the offender. I put it in a small wooden box.
I grabbed the keys to my mustang, and I drove the 3 hours in the middle of the night to Bison. With GPS, I found the biggest, oldest church in town. I knew this is where they would be. I was convicted in this, and I had shut out all linking for the night. I knew what they would say anyway; they would be against this. The idea was crazy, but if it worked, maybe they would leave us alone.
The cathedral was huge and gothic, built in the late 1600’s before the state was even part of the country, and still operational. Mass would be in the next few hours, and I would go to confront them on their own turf.
The tall wooden doors and sky high pillars of the church almost intimidated me, but they would never know that. I was walking into enemy territory, head high. I was ready to die, but most likely if they had sense, I would leave in peace.
With the box, and the files under my arm, I walked into a long white stoned hall. It was beautiful. The gilded, painted walls spoke through art. The trials of their God, the sacrifice of his brother, the God of Mercy, and the redemption through that sacrifice was told through elaborate gilded paintings and sculptures. They claimed to accept all, yet in the darkness they spill the blood of the innocent. We were the enemy for being born.
Ironic.
I walked into the innermost area, where they performed mass, and I walked into the little wooden box labeled ‘Confessional.’ I rang a little bell inside and waited, feeling almost trapped, as these things were not made for someone my height or weight. I didn’t wait long though. That ring was the only thing to be heard in the silence of the hallowed ground.
Even as a wolf, I could feel and smell that there was some holy sacredness to this place. It reminded me of the Lunar Festival’s smell, now that I thought of it… the bonfire spot still smells like this. “Peace be with you.” I heard, snapping me from my thoughts.
“And you as well, Father of the Cloth.” I said respectfully, clenching the box a little tighter. Rakaam was restless, and I had to ignore him so I could concentrate.
“What can I do for you, at this early hour.” He said genuinely.
I laid my head back against the wood, hearing it creak under my weight. “…. Forgive me father for I have sinned. I was born a sinner, yet it does not excuse my actions.” I said, almost compelled to get some shit off my chest while I was here. He remained silent, and looked as if he cared. I continued.
“I have killed…. so many, from the innocent to the guilty. It did not matter. I have fought my entire life. I was so cruel that even my pack feared me, but my mate changed me…. And my pups. They are so small… I fear for my children. They are innocent…” I paused. He was still silent. “It isn’t her fault she was fucking born. It isn’t her fault she’s half witch. Yet… she begged me to let you all kill her, a small child still afraid of the dark, because she thinks our persecution is solely her fault. And for her sake, I have come here for peace, in peace.” I say, and I heard a small click.
“Come with me, child of the Horned One.” He said quietly, obviously conflicted by my words. He probably expected a beast of the night, not a father concerned for his children.
He’d also offended me a bit… but I don’t think he meant harm by his comment. We were creatures of the Pale Lady, not the Horned One…
I was slightly startled by the back of the wall sliding, barely giving me time to get my balance. It was a long dark tunnel, lit by candles. I knew it was a trap, but without hesitation, I walked down the stairs behind the priest. I heard them singing in Latin, most likely a hymn, but it unsettled me. It was ominous, like an intimidation to behave. I didn’t come here to fight, if I had, I would have killed the first person I saw.
I got to the bottom, and there were candles everywhere, lit. this was probably the oldest part of the cathedral. It was a large open space, with priests in white robes sitting in chairs, they all had swords, and they all had XIII on their robes, though the one in the middle had the most fancy robe of them all with gold trim.
“A stray wolf wanders into the house of the Lord of Light, seeking salvation.” He said as if he were impressed. He was a balding gray haired man, covered in scars. He looked like he was hardened by war, but was no longer fit, sporting a slight belly. I walked up to their table, saying nothing to their surprise. Some gripped their swords, and I did not change my pace, nor did I waver. The leader raised his hand up, to stop the others. The air was tense, and I put the box on their table and placed the files in their leader’s hand.
“My words were honest, yet yours fail, you men of the Cloth.” I stop to eye the room. They were listening. “You claim to love all, yet in the night, you are the ones leaving the innocent in terror. You have offended my house. My Goddess. And my people. You fail to keep the treaty.” A growl escaped, as hard as I tried to suppress it. /Rakaam behave!/ I growl at him.
/They are responsible for the tears of my pup. Let me kill them./ He growled, attempting to use my true power, but I blocked him before he could try. I sighed internally. He hadn’t said anything the entire car ride, but now he is thrashing around.
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