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A Wolf in the Garden

Page 66

by Allegra Hall

“You did not!”

She laughs at his shock. “We did! I’ll show you photos when we get in the car. Come on, we’ve got a taxi waiting for us outside.”

* * *

Amaia, Ellie’s mother, is slightly less enthused to see me again when we meet up with her at the restaurant. While she gives both Ellie and Hemi great big hugs and wide-mouthed smiles, she simply nods at me, and says “Kia ora.”

“Kia ora, Amaia. It’s been a long time.”

“Mmm. It has.”

She’s a beautiful woman — it’s where Ellie inherited her looks from, after all — and sitting together they look near-identical except for the differences in their hair and skin. While Ellie has a light golden tan, Amaia’s skin is a deeper olive in tone, and her hair is a dark brown that falls in curly waves, only slightly streaked with grey. She barely has any wrinkles, making her look at least a decade younger than her true age of fifty — impressive for a human.

We all sit outside, at one of the tables with a clear view of the marina that the Town Basin is known for. Amaia puts on a polite smile, but I can see the strain in her eyes every time she glances my way as we eat, despite her father’s jovial mood, and it has me wondering what bothers her more: the fact that I’m a wolf, or the history between Ellie and I?

When Ellie rises from her seat, offering to escort herkoroto the bathroom, I eventually get my answer.

“Ellie told me you renovated the bach,” I begin after a moment of charged silence.

Amaia nods. “I did.”

“Do you get many people staying in it? It’s a vacation rental, right? You live behind it now?”

Another nod. “Yep. I do.”

I clear my throat, placing my glass of beer down on the table. “Amaia, if you’re worried about me being a wolf, I want to assure you, I’m not dangerous. Not to you, not to your father, and certainly not to Ellie. I am not affiliated with any of those idiots that have been in the news recently, either. They’re from a completely different pack.”

“I’m not worried about that.”

“You’re not? Because, you seem—”

“Iwantto like you again, I just don’t know if I can after what you did,” she cuts in, the directness of her gaze making me feel like a young boy being told off, and I resist the urge to squirm in my seat like I used to do as a kid whenever she used that tone.

“I hope you can. I love Ellie, and I’m here to stay.”

“See, you say that, but you also said that last time. I don’t know if you remember, but I asked you, that summer, if you loved my daughter. I knew you were sleeping with her, and I knew she was head over heels for you.”

“I did—”

“Youlefther, and you left her broken. It took her forever to put herself back together, and I wasreally scared, for a long time. She was eighteen, Evander. Eighteen, and you broke her.”

I hate hearing how it was for Ellie, after I left. I’d been in the thick of shock and grief, confused and under the orders of my pack alpha, but I know none of that matters to Amaia. She’s always had a close relationship with her daughter, and although Ellie was afforded a lot of freedom during her childhood, when it came to important issues, Amaia was always fiercely protective of her child.

“I know I should have handled things differently. I wish I could turn back time. I need you to know I’m never,neverseparating from her again.”

“You better not, because if you do, I will hunt you down and…I don’t know.” She runs a hand back through her dark curls, wearing the same pensive expression I catch on Ellie’s face from time to time. “I want to like you, but when I think about how hurt she was, I still get…” She cuts herself off, sucking in a breath. “I get really mad. You have no idea.”

Given her tone, I think I can take a guess. “I hope you can forgive me someday, because I am truly sorry. I’ve apologised profusely to Ellie.”

“She’s too forgiving.”

“She is.”

“She’s got a big heart, my girl.”

“She does. It’s what I love about her.”

Amaia purses her lips, her eyes growing teary as she focuses on the waterway behind me. “You have a big heart, too, Evander. I don’t want you to think I don’t see that. I’ve always seen that. You took care of my girl when you were both kids, and I see you taking care of her now. I do see it.”