Anticipation
1145 Words
Jameson POV
We spent another hour or so with Dave and Linda after hanging up with our parents, mostly listening to Dave reminisce about his summers spent at Cold Waters with his cousins and our dad and aunt, before going to bed for the night.
“What do you think the king will have to say tomorrow?” Jonathan asked me as we laid in the bed.
“I don’t know,” I replied honestly. “I just hope he at least believes us.”
“Me too,” Jonathan replied. “But then again, we don’t have any DNA evidence. Just some old pictures and papers.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised if he does ask for that sort of thing,” I said. “But then again, I don’t really blame him. Besides, if we had that, it would erase any doubts anyone might have.”
‘Doubts? There are no doubts,’ Donovan grumbled.
‘Maybe not to you,’ I told him. ‘And I believe you. But others might want proof.’
“Damien is offended that anyone might doubt us,” Jonathan told me.
I laughed. “It’s almost comical, how in tune these two are,” I told him. “Donovan just said almost the same thing.”
Jonathan laughed too. “I guess it’s a twin thing.”
Finally, not long after that, we both managed to drift off. When I woke up the next morning, the scent of bacon was already wafting into our room from the kitchen. I yawned at stretched, then looked over at my sleeping twin. I decided to let him sleep, and quietly left the room.
I was still yawning as I made my way into the kitchen. Linda was at the stove, spatula in hand as she carefully flipped the bacon and sausage, and there were already steaming scrambled eggs in a large bowl on the counter. Dave was nowhere to be seen, but I could hear the shower running in the bathroom connected to their bedroom. Linda turned and smiled at me when she heard me come in.
“Good morning, Jameson,” she greeted me. “Did you sleep well?”
I smiled sleepily at her. “I did, thanks,” I replied. “And good morning to you.”
“Have a seat,” she told me, pointing towards the table with the spatula. “Jonathan still asleep?”
I nodded as I sat down at the table. “He is. We don’t really have anything pressing to do this morning, so I decided to let him sleep.”
She nodded. “We can just put some breakfast aside for him.”
She put the bacon and sausage onto a plate and brought it, along with the eggs, over to the table just as Dave walked in, his hair still damp from his shower.
“So, are you nervous about the king’s phone call later today?” Dave asked.
I blew out a breath. “For sure. It’s not every day that you talk to a king, and it’s certainly not every day that you inform said king that you’re one of his long-lost sons.”
Dave and Linda both laughed. “True,” Dave replied. “But try not to worry too much. What’s the worst thing he can say?”
I groaned. “I don’t even want to think about that.”
“Don’t even want to think about what?” Jonathan asked as he stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes and yawning.
Linda started to stand up to get him a plate, but he smiled sleepily as he waved her back down. He picked his own plate up off the counter and joined us at the table. " he told us. “But honestly, I’m expecting him to at least ask for some sort of DNA test.”
“Me too,” I agreed.
“Hey, I was wondering, did Alpha Terrance ever get anything useful out of that Lyle guy?” Jonathan asked Dave, changing the subject.
Dave sighed. “Not yet. He’s still in the holding cells, but he just keeps spewing the same nonsense about taking over the throne. Maybe Alpha Terrance can ask the king what to do with him.”
Jonathan and I both nodded. “Maybe. At the very least, the king should be made aware of what happened.”
“I’m sure he was probably already told,” Linda replied. “The Alphas of the packs usually send a report to the Council, and anything deemed as a threat to the royal family is sent on to the king. I’m sure that’s been done by now.”
“The Council?” I inquired.
“Yes,” she replied. “That’s the governing body that consists of nearly all supernatural creatures. Their main purpose is to help keep the peace between the species, and to keep humans from finding out about us.”
“Really?” Jonathan replied, sounding surprised. “If there’s a group like that, how is it that Dad and his sister were able to grow up in a pack, being that they and their parents were – are – humans?”
“I’m not sure of the specifics, but I’m sure the Alpha probably had to get some sort of permission for them to spend so much time at the packhouse,” Dave replied. “Well, maybe not permission, per se, but he probably at least let the Council know about it.”
“Interesting,” I remarked. I was intrigued and wanted to find out more about this Council.
We talked for a little bit longer, then it was time for Dave to go out on patrol. Linda had a get together scheduled with some other she-wolves at one of their houses, so Jonathan and I were on our own for a bit. It was good to have some free time, but it seemed that the hours were crawling by, as we were both anxious for the phone call with the king that afternoon.
Finally, after what seemed like endless hours of flipping through TV channels, scrolling through social media, and watching YouTube videos, it was time to head over to the packhouse for lunch and then a conversation with King Sebastien.
We decided to drive over to the packhouse this time, as it seemed that both of us were anxious to get there. It was as if we felt like we were getting closer to the king just by being at the packhouse. As we started to enter the packhouse, I turned to Jonathan.
“Ready for this?” I asked.
He took a deep breath. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”
With that, we walked into the packhouse, hoping that we came out with a lot more information than when we went in.
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