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Trinity

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 David was taking over for Vincent for a little while, so Vincent could spend time with his family. So, he was with us on that Tuesday during an afternoon arts and crafts event when we heard a maid scream from somewhere upstairs.

 We were on the second floor in one of the spare sitting rooms so we would be out of the way. There were about half a dozen kids and their mothers, me, Juniper and David. We heard the bloodcurdling scream coming from somewhere above us.

 “What was that?” One of the moms exclaimed as the kids all started to look frightened.

 “I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about.” I told her. “I’ll go check it out.”

 “No, Luna, I will.” David countered.

 “We will.” I corrected him.

 “But Luna-.”

 “David, we’re in the house, I’m sure it was nothing major.” I told him firmly. “You and I will go together.”

 “Yes, Luna.” He conceded.

 We left the room together, assuring the others we would be back soon. David and I headed straight for the stairs. The first thing we noticed was the sound of footsteps running toward us. David stepped in front of me protectively. Then we noticed it was just Julie, one of the housekeepers. She looked terrified.

 “Julie, what happened?” I asked her, concerned for her safety.

 “There’s a ghost on the fourth floor.” She squeaked, completely frightened by whatever she saw. She didn’t pause more than a moment before she continued to run away. David and I looked at each other incredulously.

 “Do you buy that?” He asked me.

 “Not for a second.” I answered. Then I had a thought. Did she go into the room with Reece’s mom? “She might have gone into a certain room though. Reece’s mother is up there, she’s catatonic and I thought she looked like a ghost or an angel when I saw her.” I told him.

 “You saw her?” He asked me in disbelief. “I can’t believe he took you in there, he never lets anyone in there.” I didn’t respond to his question.

 David and I continued up the stairs steadily. We had just reached the landing when we heard someone stomping up the stairs behind us. I paused and turned around, already knowing who it was.

 “Alpha?” David asked in surprise. I remained silent.

 “Why are you up here?” He demanded.

 “Julie said she saw someone.” David told him nervously.

 “Go away.” He growled.

 “Reece?” We heard a very weak voice call his name.

 The three of us turned in unison. I don’t know what they felt or noticed first. But for me, I thought I was seeing a ghost collapse on the floor. But I knew who it was. Reece’s mother was leaning weakly against the wall, barely able to support herself.

 “Mom!” Reece gasped in shock as he ran over to her. I followed him halfway down the hall and watched as he supported her in his arms. “Mom, you’re awake.” He blurted, clearly in shock.

 “Reece, my son, my boy, you’ve grown so much.” She cried putting her hand to his face gently. I could see tears glistening in her eyes as I felt my heart both melting and breaking at the sight of the scene.

 “How are you awake, Mom? What happened? This is like a miracle.” I could see pure joy on his face, pure happiness. I was overjoyed to see that he was so happy right now.

 “I have been lost, Reece. Lost for so long. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you, so very sorry. Please, don’t hate me.” She was nearly crying now as she held her son’s face in her small frail hands.

 “No, Mom, I could never hate you. Never.” He was crying now. The tears flowing slowly down his cheeks. It was a moment that I didn’t think I should see.

 I turned around slowly and crept away. I didn’t think Reece would notice.

 “Where are you going?” He asked me.

 “There is a room full of women and children on the second floor that are waiting for me to return. Don’t worry, I won’t tell them anything about this.” I told him, smiling softly.

 “You? I know you. I’ve heard your voice.” Reece’s mother called out to me.

 “No, we’ve never met before Ma’am.” I told her.

 “I was so certain. I feel like I know your voice.” She said looking confused.

 “Perhaps I just have a common voice.” I told her. “I’m going now.” I sighed looking at Reece.

 I returned to the sitting room and rejoined my crafts group. They were scared and nervous about what had happened. I assured them that there was nothing to be scared of.

 “Someone just saw something that scared them, it happens to us all from time to time. Everything is fine.” I told them gently. Everything calmed down and the event ended without incident. All in all, it was an exhausting day.

 I didn’t know what to make of what had happened. I was happy that Reece had his mother back, but what had caused it? Surely it had not been me going to visit her. And if it was, if that was all it took, just one visitor, how would that affect Reece? How would he feel knowing that just having someone sit there and talk to his mother, was honestly all it took to wake her up? I didn’t know how he was going to react to that.

 But I would soon find out.

 I had decided to skip dinner that night. I was too nervous to see Reece but I didn’t know how he would react to me eating in my room, so I skipped it altogether. He didn’t like that at all.

 Right after the start of dinner I could smell Reece coming down my hallway, his footsteps stomping loudly, echoing off the walls. He was angry with me. When he reached my door, he pounded on it fiercely, not bothering to say anything. I knew it was him, so I simply told him to come in, I was surprised he didn’t just storm in to begin with.

 “You’re avoiding me again I see.” He snapped as he slammed my door shut. I sighed.

 “Can you not slam that so hard, or you might break something.” I took a steadying breath before continuing. “And I’m not avoiding you, I just wasn’t hungry.” My stomach chose that moment to betray me, growling so loud that I know he heard it. He raised an eyebrow at me quizzically.

 “Really?” He asked.

 “I wasn’t before, but I am now.” I amended.

 “Uh huh. What happened? I know you went to see my mother the other day, and now she is awake. What did you do?” He demanded as he stalked closed to me, backing me up against the wall.

 “What do you mean? I didn’t do anything to her.” I was shocked by his accusations. I hadn’t done anything.

 “Then explain it to me. How did my mother, who has been catatonic for seven years, wake up only three days after you went to see her?”

 “I don’t know what you expect me to say. I don’t even know what you think I could have done. All I did was go and talk to her.”

 “Talk? That’s all?”

 “That’s all.”

 “What did you tell her?” He asked me. I blushed crimson and looked away from him.

 “Tell me Little Bunny!” He growled at me.

 “I told her you were a great man, and I wished she could be there to see it.” I snapped at him, nearly yelling in his face. “I told her you were a great alpha, fair and good. I told her you were handsome and that you knew it. And that you missed her, a lot.” When I finished, I was nearly in tears, I didn’t want to tell him everything because I was embarrassed to admit it to him.

 I saw the shock in his eyes at hearing my confession. At knowing exactly what I had said. Learning what I said about him to his mother, and probably others, surprised him.

 “All I did was wish that she could wake up and be there for you. Because I thought you really needed that in your life. There’s something you need, something I can’t give you. I wished that she would wake up and be there for you in a way I will never be able to. I can’t comfort you. I can’t mend whatever broke you so long ago. But maybe your mother can.” I cried looking at the floor.

 He backed away from me. He continued to back away until he was halfway across the room. Then he turned and was at the door before I knew it. Just before he pulled the door open, I heard him whisper in a soft voice.

 “I’m sorry.” Then he was gone.

 I collapsed on the floor and cried. I didn’t know why. He had done nothing to me. He hadn’t even accused me of anything, really. But I felt so heartbroken and hurt at his words for some reason. I just sat there, crying for several minutes.

 I wanted things to improve. I wanted things to get better. But he just didn’t want that with me. But he never would. Why did he have to treat me this way? Why couldn’t we just be civil at least?