Resisting the Moon (Royal Shifters #2)(54)

She bit her lip. “You might regret saying that. Next thing you know, you’ll come home and these walls will be bright pink.”

“Whatever you want, love.”

Her mouth gaped. “I think I need to get pregnant more often, if it’s going to be like this.”

“I’ll be happy to oblige. I’ve always wanted a big family.” I looked down at my phone and sighed. “But right now I have to go. I’ll see you this afternoon.”

She blew me a kiss and I left. Her old house wasn’t far from mine and when I pulled up into the driveway, Amelie and Laila were on the front porch drinking hot chocolate. “Don’t you have unpacking to do?” I asked.

They looked at each other and smiled. “We thought we’d take a break,” Amelie said.

Laila snorted and pointed at her. “She needed to take a break. I’m already done. But then again, I didn’t bring a truck full of boxes.”

Amelie rolled her eyes. “I’ve been packing up some of Tyla’s things too. I’m sure she’ll want them.”

I nodded. “I’ll take some of it home with me today. Thank you for doing that. Is there anything either of you need?”

They shook their heads and Amelie answered. “I think we’re good. The house is amazing. I can see why Tyla wanted to live here.” She finished up her drink and stood. “I know you two want to talk, so I’ll go inside to give you some privacy.”

“Thanks, Amelie,” I said. She waved and shut the door behind her.

I took her seat beside Laila and looked out at the mountains. “You okay?” I asked.

“I’m fine. Actually, I’m better than ever now that I’ve talked to Seraphina.”

I turned to her. “What all did you discuss?”

She set her cup down and faced me, folding her legs underneath her in the chair. “Lots of stuff. She said she’s met other fae over the years and even learned some of their language. It’s Elvish, just like you’d said. She’s going to try and help me translate my mother’s journals.”

“That’s great. Does she know anything else about your people? The only other thing I know is that the fae aren’t from our world. They come from—”

“The Land of the Fae,” she finished. “Yes, Seraphina told me that. I can’t seem to comprehend that my mother wasn’t a part of this planet. It’s weird even thinking about it.”

“Zayne might know more about her home than I do, since he was closest to your mother.”

Sighing, she averted her gaze. “When are you going to see him?”

“As soon as I leave here, if that’s okay with you. I want to talk to him before introductions are made.”

She nodded. “I’m ready for it to happen. I’ve been dying to meet him since I found out the truth. Other than you and Micah, he’s my only family left. Will it hurt him to see me? I know I look just like my mother, except for my eyes.”

“I’m not going to lie, it’ll probably bring back the pain of her loss when he sees you, but it’ll pass. It might take some time, but I know he’ll love you the moment you walk through his door. You’re his daughter, Laila, his blood. There’s nothing more important than that.”

She squeezed my hand and let it go. “I hope you’re right. Make sure to call me when you’re done. I’ll be sitting on the edge of my seat.”

We said our goodbyes and I went to my car, heading on my way. Zayne’s house was tucked back farther into the woods. He liked it that way, so he could have his solitude. He was older than me and Micah, but not by much. We all looked the same with our whitish-blond hair and blue eyes. We’d always been mistaken for triplets, even though there were considerable differences to our appearances, and our personalities were as diverse as they could be.

When I pulled into Zayne’s driveway, I could sense Colin was there with him. The door was cracked open, so I made my way inside. They were in Zayne’s drawing room, where he worked on his building sketches. Both he and Colin designed houses for a living.

They were deep in thought, both on each side of the massive sketch when I knocked on the door. “Knock, knock,” I said.

“Sebastian,” Zayne announced, not even lifting his head to acknowledge me. “I see you’re back in town.”

Colin stood and extended his hand. “Bailey called me last night and told me everything. Looks like you got mixed up in a pack war. Glad to see you and Tyla made it back safely.”

“Thanks, man,” I said, taking his hand.

“And congrats on the baby. You must’ve been afraid she’d choose me when you got back home,” he teased, letting my hand go. Zayne lifted his head, eyes wide. Colin must not have told him.

Chuckling, I slapped Colin on the shoulder. “Not a chance in hell, Storm.”

“Well, I’ll be damned,” Zayne said, getting to his feet. “I never thought I’d see the day you’d be mated.” A small smile spread across his face. He was genuinely happy for me. Too bad he wouldn’t be for long. He held out his hand and I took it. “I’m happy for you, brother. But what’s this I’ve heard about a pack war? I thought you were just going to find Tyla’s family?”

I shook his hand and let go. “That was the plan, but it ended up being more in depth than that. I’d like to tell you a little more about it, if you have time.”