Secrets

Confronting the Packs

                “Today. There is going to be a mass funeral. Everyone has already been buried in a clearing in the middle of the woods. It is going to be a memorial and reminder of the war. It has been closed off with a small wooden fence. It is beautiful. All the gravestones are pure white. Flower beds bloom around the outside and in the middle is a huge memorial which is being scribed with the names of every fallen soldier so we never forget them,” Oliver spoke.

                “That sounds beautiful. It is such a beautiful idea,” I sighed.

                Oliver smiled slightly. I looked at him. He looked torn. It looked as if he was unsure on whether to tell me something or not.

                “What are you debating about telling me?” I asked.

                He sighed before running his hands through his hair. He was silent for a little moment longer before I saw that he decided he was going to tell me.

                “Anna-Marie, she is pregnant with Tommy’s child,” Oliver whispered.

                I gasped as my eyes widened. Oh goddess. This wasn’t fair. She was going to be raising a child without her mate there. My heart went out to her then and there. I dread to think how she is copying right now. We would support her. I was determined that we would help her. She would not go through all of this all alone. I wouldn’t allow it.

                “The christening ceremony will be done today. We need to pick a name,” Oliver spoke.

                A name? I had no idea. What should I call my beautiful boy? I felt like no name would ever be good enough for him. I heard Oliver chuckle at me. I was probably wearing my deep concentration face right now. He thought it was adorable.

                “Any ideas?” I asked him.

                “I have one,” Oliver replied sheepishly.

                “Go one,” I encouraged.

                “Jackson Tommy Carter,” Oliver replied.

                I gasped. I loved it. It was perfect. A way of reminding both of us about the people that we lost through our beautiful baby boy. I smiled. That was it. That was the name of our baby.

                “I love it,” I smiled.

                Oliver smiled then and gave me a quick kiss before we heard Jackson begin to cry. I swiftly climbed out of bed and rushed over to cot. I brought Jackson into my arms rocking him gently until he had stopped crying. His brilliant silver eyes looked at mine.

                I felt Oliver stand behind me and wrap his arms around my waist resting his head on my shoulder to look down at Jackson. It felt like time froze. This was the perfect moment. This was everything I had ever wanted in this one moment in time. A loving mate and a beautiful child.

                I quickly fed Jackson as Oliver got changed before Oliver took him from me and walked around the room rocking Jackson in his arms. He was already the perfect father. How could I get so lucky?

                I took a quick shower and blow dried my hair. Something kept coming back to me about my child. He had silver eyes. Only Silver Hinted Wolves ever have silver eyes. It is never passed on from parent to child. Even then their eyes don’t turn silver until they shift. Before that time they are always grey. My child was going to become a Silver Hinted Wolf who will help the Kingdom through the tough times in rebuilding.