104\u2013He Simply Does Not Care\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeline:\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd do you hear that water very often?\u201d I asked the kid, and he timidly nodded.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay, that will be it. Do you like chocolates?\u201d I asked again, and after an hour\u2013long interview, he finally smiled, though there was pain hidden behind his innocent grin.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cGood thing I brought you plenty. And I also got you this video game,\u201d I told him as I handed over the game and a full basket of chocolates and snacks. I knew it wasn\u2019t much.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His parents would rather prefer a cure, but for now, it was the best I could do for the kids.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you. You\u2019re really nice, lady,\u201d the little boy said, his voice so fragile it shattered my heart.\u00a0<\/p>\n
All I could think about was my own son while watching this child in pain.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I gave his mother a reassuring smile before I said goodbye and walked out of the house.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Earlier, when I arrived, the boy had refused to speak to anyone except me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
That\u2019s why Ron and Sawyer waited outside while I talked to him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After listening carefully, I realized there was a new danger coming.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Once outside, I noticed Sawyer and Ron standing opposite each other.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ron had his hands in his pockets, staring absently into the distance, while Sawyer kept one hand in his pocket and with the other he was holding his phone, constantly texting.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When I approached, Ron noticed me first. Sawyer didn\u2019t even glance up, or maybe he just didn\u2019t want to acknowledge me, until Ron began talking.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSo, was it helpful?\u201d Ron asked softly, hoping I had good news. All I could do was shrug.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThe kid seems traumatized for sure. Imagine waking up to water surrounding you. I\u2019m just worried about what\u2019s going on,\u201d I replied, glancing sideways at Sawyer, who finally slipped his phone into his pocket.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSo, are we done here or not? I\u2019m kind of hungry. Where do you guys want to have lunch?\u201d he remarked carelessly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The way he spoke, with no regard for what I\u2019d just spent the last hour doing, or for what was happening to the children, made me feel ashamed in front of Ron.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I noticed the way Ron looked at him. It wasn\u2019t just because these were the children of the pack members.\u00a0<\/p>\n
In Ron\u2019s eyes, my children were Sawyer\u2019s children too.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Any illness affecting them should have concerned him deeply, yet he seemed indifferent.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cRon, I\u2019ll talk to you later if you have time,\u201d I said quietly, asking him not to take Sawyer\u2019s behavior to heart and assuring him I wouldn\u2019t dismiss the matter like Sawyer did.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, of course. It\u2019s alright. Actually, my grandmother asked me to invite you to lunch today. She said she wanted to meet your husband and show him respect by hosting a feast,\u201d Ron replied, his posture calm but attentive.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sawyer only shrugged and nodded.\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
104\u2013He Simply Does Not Care\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Bonus\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay,\u201d was all he said before storming off to the car.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m really sorry on his behalf, but we truly appreciate it. Thank you,\u201d I said awkwardly, feeling the weight of Sawyer\u2019s actions on my shoulders.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ron drove us back home, though I had insisted he didn\u2019t have to take us all the way to the parking lot.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Our mansion was right next to his, so I told him Sawyer and I wanted to take a little stroll.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As soon as Ron disappeared into his own house, I began walking briskly with my fists clenched.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought you wanted to take a walk with me,\u201d Sawyer called from behind.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you have to act like this? Couldn\u2019t you just appreciate that he was being nice enough to invite you to lunch?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I turned to him hastily, my fists clenched. This was one of the few things I ever allowed myself to argue with him about.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Most of the time, I stayed silent, especially in the human world, because that was his world, his rules.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But now that he was in mine, I finally felt like I could question him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And I guess he noticed it too, because every time I spoke harshly, I saw his eyes narrow in warning.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI am grateful. That\u2019s why I accepted the offer,\u201d he said, and I stared at him in disbelief. I shouldn\u2019t have been surprised, he was arrogant and thought far too highly of himself.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t need to cry about it so much. Don\u2019t worry about him, is what I\u2019m saying,\u201d he added quickly, realizing how dismissive he sounded.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It was his awkward way of correcting himself, as if I were the one being too sensitive.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAt least try to act like you\u2019re concerned about the sickness,\u201d I said, shifting the argument to something that truly mattered.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, I would if it actually existed,\u201d he replied flatly. \u201cI think you werewolves are all being a little too dramatic. Something happens, and you panic. Nightmares, sleepwalking\u2013humans have dealt with those things forever. I don\u2019t see them losing their minds.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I shook my head, stunned.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDo those kids die after one year?\u201d I shot back.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He rolled his eyes again, and that single gesture infuriated me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThere are probably underlying issues you\u2019re overlooking,\u201d he said dismissively. \u201cReminds me of those old cases, what were they called? Yeah, exorcisms. Crazy ones, right?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
His smug tone, his hands shoved in his pockets, it was too much. I scoffed and turned to walk away.\u00a0<\/p>\n
That\u2019s when I saw Yuvonne coming out of the guest house.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I was surprised. I thought things had ended between her and Baxter.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But I didn\u2019t have the energy to care. I just wanted to get away.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMadeline, please wait! I needed to apologize to you\u2013for what I did to -you!\u201d she called out.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She barely got the words out before Sawyer stopped in his tracks.\u00a0<\/p>\n
2\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
104 He Simply Does Not Core\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Bonus\u00a0<\/p>\n
I noticed him freeze, so I did too, turning to glance at him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t want to talk about it right now,\u201d I said quickly, grabbing his arm and pulling him back toward the\u00a0<\/p>\n
mansion.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The moment we stepped inside, he slammed the door behind us. In one swift move, he caught my hand and yanked me against his chest.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Our bodies collided hard, and his eyes locked onto mine.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His grip was tight, so tight.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWho was she?\u201d he demanded. \u201cWhat did she mean by being apologetic for what she\u2019s done to you?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
His tone was nothing like his usual cool indifferent tone.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did she do to you?\u201d he asked again, harsher this time.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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