Apprehended By My Mate novel Chapter 70

"Please don't say anything else." I close my eyes trying to keep myself from going in to a panic. It's as if Conner can sense my panic because he keeps whispering comforting words into my ears.

"I am sorry Clare." He apologies and I nod my head wiping away the few tears that have somehow managed to escape.

"Momma, why you sad?" Both Conner and I jump a little as neither of us noticed Grace standing in front of us.

"Momma is just thinking about when she was little." Grace has a confused look on her face before she shrugs it off jumping into my lap.

"I love you mummy and daddy." She looks up at both Conner and I who are looking down at her. Every time Grace says that she love me she has no idea how much it means to me. She is too young to understand what her love does to me but I think that she understands to some extent.

"We love you too Grace." Conner answers back as I am lost in a world of my own.

"Does grandpa love me too?" Grace looks at me with her big brown eyes and I wonder when she got so good at speaking.

"Of course. Why wouldn't he?" I ask with a confused expression on my face.

"Do you love Grandpa?"

"Of course I love Grandpa, he is my daddy." Grace sighs before getting off my lap. Sometimes I wonder if she is really only a year old because sometimes she acts a lot more mature then her age.

"Good." She than runs off and I look at Conner with a confused face.

"What just happened?" Conner ask me and I am too stunned to say anything.

"I don't really know." Werewolves tend to grow and mature at a faster rate than humans, but Grace is only one. She is growing up so fast and before I know it she won't need me anymore. It is than that I know I need to see my father.

I stand up startling Conner. I hold out my hand and Conner grabs hold of it not saying a word as we walk back into the house. The first person we see is Ivy and she gives me an encouraging smile. I walk into the lounge room to see my father talking to Felix.

"I know about mum." I say breaking the silence that has fallen over the room. I look up to see the heartbroken look on my father's face.

"We found out about a year and a half ago. It isn't often that we get sick but your mother-" My father has his head in his hands and he sobs softly. I feel myself squeeze Conner's hand.

This is all my fault. If I never left then maybe mum would have never gotten sick. What if I went to Mum before I ran away? What if it was me running away that caused her to get sick?

"It's all my fault." I whisper to myself but both Conner and my father look at me with wide eyes of astonishment.

"It's all my fault, it always is my fault." I bring my knees to my chest and close my tears as tears run effortlessly down my face.

"No Clare, don't ever think that." I look at my father and shake my head.

"No it is always my fault, Derek always said it was my fault. No matter how hard I tried it was always my fault." My father gasp as my body shakes. Short, sharp memories flash before my eyes of all the times that it was my fault.