The Blind Werewolf Princess (1st book of Werewolf Series)

Chapter 25

I raised an eyebrow and cocked my head. "How do you know your father will reject you?" I asked. "I mean, he could surprise you and want you. Your mate could surprise you even more and want you, even though you've been a bitch."

Mandy snorted and rolled her eyes. "Gee," she said sarcastically. "You are so helpful sometimes."

"I call it as I see it, Mandy," I replied. I cocked my head and shrugged. "Or hear it since I can't see." I waved my hand in front of my face, and I earned a snort from Mandy and another eye roll.

Mandy sighed and licked her lips. She looked away from me before she cleared her throat and shifted on her butt. "I'm scared," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "That's why I don't want to call my dad." She cleared her throat again while she shifted. "I'm scared."

"If we let fear dictate our lives, then we'll be missing out on a lot of stuff," I said with a soft sigh. I looked at her, even though I couldn't see her, and searched her face for answers or clues. "Why let fear dictate what you can or can't do?"

Mandy snorted and rolled her eyes. "Ya, like you know what it's like to miss out on stuff or not," she muttered, folding her arms across her chest. She scowled.

"I am," I replied, and she looked at me. "I am missing out on what you look like. I don't know what snow looks like. I don't know anything that deals with sight."

"If there was a chance that you could see, would you take it?"

I cocked my head. My heart skipped a beat and fluttered, and a wave of excitement filled my body because that was the one thing that I wanted to do the most in the world. Slowly, I nodded. "I would," I replied. "I would take it."

"Would you be scared?"

"I would," I replied. "But, I won't let that fear dictate what I can't do. I've always wanted to see what a sunrise or a sunset looks like. I've always wanted to see the rain and snow." I bit my lip and looked forward. "I want to know what the color brown looks like."

"The color brown?" Mandy asked, and I nodded. "You don't know what the color brown looks like?"

I raised an eyebrow and gave her a pointed look. "I can't see any colors," I reminded her. "How would I know what the color brown looks like?"

Mandy shrugged. "I don't know," she replied. "Sometimes, when you walk, I forget that you are blind," she admitted, and I snorted. "I do," she defended herself. "You are so comfortable in some environments and can get from Point A to Point B with little to no help. I mean, you're good at doing that in the woods."

I shrugged and looked down, feeling slightly bashful. "I feel comfortable in the woods," I admitted, my cheeks turning slightly pink. "I always have."

"Why?" she asked, and I shrugged again.

"I don't know," I replied. "Nature has that way with me. I guess."

Mandy nodded, and I had a feeling that she bit her lip. She was silent while she thought over what I said, fiddling with my fingers. "Ok," she said softly.

I raised an eyebrow in question. "Ok?" I asked, gently pressing her to continue.

"I'll call my dad," she said. She cleared her throat and licked her lips. "Can you be in the room with me?" she asked, her voice soft, barely above a whisper.

I nodded. "I will," I promised. I squeezed her hand, reassuring her that I was there and would do what I had promised her that I would do. "I will be in the room while you call your dad."

***

Mandy clutched my hand tightly while we waited for her father to pick up the phone. Her whole body was tense while she stared at it, and I had a feeling that her face was pale.

It had been a couple of minutes after the conversation in the bathroom, and she had asked the Alpha if we could go to his office and borrow his phone. Of course, he agreed, and we were seated in his office alone with him, and I had a feeling it was because he wanted to make sure that the Beta of the pack, the rank Mandy's father was, didn't say anything about Werewolves.

Someone picked up the phone after the fourth ring, and Mandy's whole body grew tenser while she waited for the person to say something, anything.

"B-"

"This is Caden Roswell," Caden said, interrupting the Beta from talking and giving away his cover. He coughed when the Beta let out a soft growl, and it took everything in my power not to smirk. He cleared his throat and shifted in his seat while he studied the two of us. "Am I speaking to Henry Gray?"

"Yes, this is him," he replied, and I could tell that he didn't like the Alpha interrupting him. "What can I do for you, Mr. Roswell?" he asked. Respect filled his voice, and I was certain it was because he was still an Alpha, even if Caden had interrupted him.

"I have a Mandy Patterson wanting to speak to you," he said. "She claims that she is your daughter." There was a bit of a question in his voice, and I could tell that he was studying Mandy with interest.

Mandy moved closer to me and hid from his gaze. Her heart pounded faster in her chest, and I could tell that she didn't like him staring at her. Her whole body was tense, and she was having some problems breathing.

Gently, I squeezed her hand and shifted so that I could cover her while there was silence on the other line. My whole body was relaxed, and I controlled my breathing, hoping that Mandy would pay attention to my breathing and calm down.

Slowly, Mandy started to calm down and relaxed beside me. However, I could still feel her gaze on the phone while we waited, anxiously, for her father to say something, anything to calm the fear that Mandy felt.

Caden cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. "Mr. Gray?" he asked, and I had a feeling that he thought he had lost him. "Are you still there?"

"Yes, yes," he replied. His voice cracked and shook slightly as if he was on the verge of tears. He cleared his throat. "I am here," he said. Again, he cleared his throat and took a deep, shuddering breath. "Nugget?" he asked, and I felt Mandy shiver beside me and let out a small noise that sounded like a squeak. "Are you there?" His voice shook, full of emotion, and I had a feeling that he was on the verge of tears.

"Yes," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She took a deep, shuddering breath, and I had a feeling that she was on the verge of tears as well. "Hi, Dad."