The Alpha’s Contract

Chapter 0570

Dane

I walk a few steps to Damien's house and knock on the door.

*How am I going to find the truth in there? Silas demands

"I said maybe there is a way we can find out. It's a long shot, but it's all I have right now. Witches are not exactly easy to find and the one reliable source I had is likely no longer with us."

Damien pulls open the door and I already see Dorothy sitting at the table, shoving food into her mouth. "She said she will try and help. But if she gets upset or it's too much, we stop."

"That's fair." I nod. She was still young, it was unfair to put this much on her, but it was the only thing that I could think of that might help him. I was certain that her abilities were more powerful than Brax's and there was a reason Neah had Dorothy sit in with her when the Lycans were arriving. "We will stop whenever she wants."

He lets me in and Samara offers me a coffee. A fresh mark sits on her neck. I cast a glance in Damien's direction, 'Happy?' I link him. I hoped this was the right choice for him.

His eyes lock on mine and he nods as he moves behind Dorothy. Damien places his hands on her shoulders." Anytime you say stop. We stop. I promise. No one is going to make you do anything that you don't want to do." Damien had told her those exact words so many times since he rescued her.

*I know Daddy. I want to help. I can try to look." She smiles and those dimples appear.

"Sit!" I order Silas. He rolls his eyes at me and settles into the chair opposite Dorothy.

'Hopefully this will be what he needs to hear." Aero murmurs. He was fed up with trying to convince Silas and has told me several times to let him go so he could figure it out himself.

I watch Dorothy chew on her bottom lip as she stares at Silas.

"Dorothy," Her green eyes shift to me, "why do you think his mind is clouded?"

She refocuses on him, her brow creasing while her shoulders drop. She wrinkles up her nose, "When there is thunder the sky gets dark. I thought it was bad, the noise scares me. They are so loud. Daddy told me it's just hiding the blue skies and the sun."

"What is that supposed to mean?!" Silas's booming voice makes her jump and I see how Damien glares at him.

"Your light is blocked." Dorothy tells him. "I can see a little bit, trying to break through." Tears appear in her eyes making the green of her irises shine bright. "You are full of sadness."Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

"I miss my family." He tells her.

She shakes her head at him. A tear rolls down her cheek. Damien is quick to wipe it away. "We can stop," He whispers.

She shakes her head. "I'm a big girl." She takes a sip of juice and settles her attention on Silas. "I don't know why you can't feel it. You are sad and it will hurt."

"I do feel it." He tells her. "I feel it everyday."

Dorothy shakes her head at him. "Not really." She turns to look at Damien. "I don't know how to say it."

"I do." Samara quietly puts her mug down and turns to Silas as she takes a deep breath. "I was thinking about what you said and now, listening to Dorothy, it makes perfect sense. You are not allowed to feel what you are supposed to feel. The clouded head. Unable to recognise it, unable to feel it, unwilling to believe it. You have some sort of spell on you, but not the kind that makes you lose everything. The kind that makes you blind to the truth."

Silas glares at her. "It's....."

Dorothy shakes her head at him, the tears threatening to spill over. "The Witch is bad. She's not who you love." Everyone's attention shifts to her, but she doesn't notice. I glance at my twin, who was Dorothy talking about? Who did Silas really love? He had only ever expressed his feelings about Thalia and his sons.

*I've loved Thalia since I first met her." Silas protests. He drops his gaze, a frown appearing.

*The clouds are working hard to make you forget. Blocking your thoughts" Samara mutters. "Was there someone else before Thalia?"

*No. Thalia and I have been together for five years. I..." His brow dips as confusion fills his crimson eyes. "The twins..." A part of me felt sorry for him. Why were there so many people in this world acting like this?

*When?" Damien asks him. "What date did you meet her?"

*L..."

*You should be able to remember," I add, "It's a Wolf thing. Dates stick in our heads."

He shakes his head at us. "It's not clear. So many things are not clear anymore"

*Look for the light. It's trying to grow." Dorothy mutters. She looks up at me. "Don't worry uncle Dane, it's not dark. Just fuzzy clouds."

Silas keeps his mouth closed, his jaw clenched as he stares down at his balled hands. I could see him crumbling as his breathing changes. Breaths become deeper and quicker, his body trembles. He opens and closes his fists as a low growl rumbles through him