Chapter 495
Chapter 495
Damien
“Nothing?” I ask Klaus as Samara eyes up his mountains of books. “In all of these books, there is really nothing?” “From what I understand, they are more secret than a secret. What Dane told you, about being a northern pack, that is pretty much all there is on them. I can’t find anything else.”
“How far north?”
“I would assume the furthest you can go without leaving the mainland.” Klaus mutters
“Dane never bothered to make a deal with them?”
“Why would he? They never requested his or the pack’s help. And they are hundreds of miles away. From the little information I know, they likely keep themselves to themselves.” He moves around, packing a few things in bags. It looked as though he was sticking to his word and leaving Black Shadow now Cooper was dead.
“Then how did Eris end up all the way down here?” Samara asks as she runs a finger along the edge of a book shelf, pulling books out a few inches to look at the cover before sliding them right back into place.
Klaus raises his shoulders. “I know you rejected her, Damien, but I guess you could try and get the truth out of her. Whether she will give it is a different question.”
“That ain’t going to happen.”
“I know you Damien. You can get what you need out of people.”
“It’s a little bit harder when they are dead.”
He pauses to stare at me and turns away. “I honestly thought she was telling me the truth. Damien.”
“We both did.” Samara adds. “She was very convincing.”
“I’m not here to tell you that you were right or wrong. We all make mistakes at some point in our lives. I came here purely because Neah suggested you might have some information or at least be able to find it.”
He loads up a bag with full water bottles and drums his fingers on the table. Walking past Samara, he reaches up to a thick book that sits on top of the tall bookcase. He stares at it briefly and blows the dust off the cover and hands it to Samara. “This might be of some interest to you.”
“What is it?” she asks with raised eyebrows. Content belong to NôvelDráma. Org.
“It’s a story from a long time ago. Written by Aldous Kitson.”
“Who is that? Kitson is obviously a connection, but who?”
“As far as I understand, he is a great relative of yours and someone who led the Lycans in the great war, a very long time ago.”
“And how is that going to help?” I ask. “Is there something in there about White Cliffs?”
“No pack name is mentioned. But there is something that refers to the Kitson clan. And maybe Samara will find it interesting.”
He flips his head upside down and gathers his hair in his hands, quickly and casually tying it up in a knot on top of his head.
“It’s like I said Damien, there is nothing. You are more than welcome to search these books, but I know them all pretty well.”
“Thanks.” I mutter, looking at the stacks and wondering where I would even start. “You are still leaving?”
He nods at me. “I have to do this. I need to know who I am, what I truly am and where I really came from. I know, it
sounds ridiculously selfish, but I have spent years doing everything for everyone else. Always finding the answer that they need, but now, it’s time for me to find my own answers.”
“What about Neah? She’s pregnant.”
“I know and I did consider staying, but there are others that are more than capable of working in the hospital. And there are plenty of women in the pack who have given birth including Neah. Besides, Neah accepted why I wanted to leave.”
“Where will you go?” Samara asks as she tucks the book under her arm
“Wherever the information leads me. I will be back at some point, though I can’t give you an exact date. When I have finished my search, I will return.” He flashes his deep green eyes at me. “Don’t worry, I won’t run off in the middle of the night, I will say my farewells.”