Lost Without You

SIX

🔷JAYCE REED🔷

"We heard your father died because of a hunter." I said as I crouched in front of the little girl, standing in front of me, holding a soft toy in her hands as she cried.

She nodded, more tears springing from her eyes. I couldn't help but move pieces of hair from her face, her green eyes peered up at me.

This poor child looks like a little version of Amelia, the same green eyes, straight black hair and the same pain in her eyes.

My Amelia was hurt from what I said. My Amelia was crying from what I said.

My Amelia? Did I just call her mine?

"My poor baby watched it happen." The mother cried as the child took off down the hall.

"Do you know who did this?" Damian asked.

If I was to take a guess, I would say it was Jules Alfaro. Cause Logan's probably with Amelia, taking her places I wish I could take her and would take her, that is, if she was a wolf.

Just thinking about Logan being with Amelia made me angry for no specific reason, I clenched my fist and shook my head repeatedly.

The child's mother started crying, tears falling quickly from her eyes as she tried to wipe them away with her tissue. Her emerald green eyes closed, and she wept, and wept and wept and wept.

"I'm going to go comfort the child." Charlotte whispered in my ear as she walked back down the hall to the child's room. I watched her open the door and disappear into the room.

"I— It was Jules." She cried.

Jules.

Jules Alfero.

That bastard!

He's the leader of the hunters, the one who wants all the wolves to die, he's never explained why, he just goes around, kills us when he gets the chance and leaves.

And the apple obviously doesn't fall far from the tree because Logan's the exact same.

"He might be after you daughter next so it might be a good idea for you to move into the pack house, just until Jules and Logan are dead." I suggested and she nodded, I smiled at her and gave her the address of the pack house.

We talked for a bit longer, talking about her daughter, talking about her husband and she even asked —or practically begged— to help work at the house.

"We'll see you in a few days." Damian waved to her and her child as we took the lift down to the ground floor.

During the elevator down, Damian wouldn't leave me alone, "See, you do have a soft spot, you don't have to be so cold and heartless all the time."

"I'm not heartless."

"You are, look at the way you treat Amelia." Damian asked.

"Gu—" Charlotte tried to speak but I interrupted her.

"Why would I be nice to Amelia when all she does is annoy the crap out of me."

"You ran into her once!"

"Who's Am—"

"She ran into me," I smirked at Damian who just rolled his eyes, "End of conversion."

"I need to stop at the shops." He mumbled and stood out of the elevator when it reached the ground.

"Someone tell me who Amelia is!" Charlotte screamed.

"She's a nobody."

That hurt me a little but not enough to take it back.

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