The Transfer novel Chapter 38

After breakfast, I had made good friends with Kendall and Piper. They were bright girls and very outgoing. Kendall was Hannah's daughter, and it made sense once I figured it out. They looked incredibly similar.

By now, it was tense between Liam and I. I avoided him and eye contact as much as possible because I couldn't face him. I think he knew he had messed up, because he kept trying to push his way into my head. But I didn't let him in.

I knew that if we were going to talk, it would have to wait for later. I didn't want to talk about it while we were with other people. Our arguments always ended up with me crying and I didn't feel like bursting into tears in front of his whole family.

"You see this one? She's the best out of all of them because she has the longest hair," Trixie told me. She leaned over and held the doll out to me. I took it from her and looked over the doll.

I smiled and nodded my head at her. "She must be the best if she's got the longest hair."

I gave the doll back to Trixie and watched her rant on about all of her dolls. I had been abandoned by Lila and the other girls whilst they were talking to their other cousins. I didn't want to go over there, because then I'd have to be around Liam.

The bond was twisting and hurting so much that I knew I would give into him I went over there. I'd probably end up letting him wrap his muscular and strong arms around me.

I rolled my eyes at myself. I hated how much effect the pull had on me.

My beast growled in warning. She respected Liam. She hated us dissing him and the bond. For some reason, she was overly protective of Liam.

I ignored her and looked back to Trixie who was focused on Jason and Wesley who were walking over. They were both under ten, and insanely adorable.

"We're going outside to throw snowballs. You have to come!" Jason said, rushing up to me. He grabbed my hand and pulled me forwards. Wesley had already grabbed Trixie and pulled her to her feet.

I got up and followed the children outside. The three ran out into the snow and I was pulled back by Darcy.

"Just be careful out there, darling. Keep an eye on them. Don't let them out your sight," Darcy told me. Her voice was low but she gave me a stern look that was loud.

I nodded at her knowingly and left the house. I carefully made my way down the stairs and dodged in time to miss a snowball to the chest. I looked forwards and watched Wesley and Jason giggle.

"Hey! I'm gonna get you for that," I said as I bent down to make a snowball. I formed a circle in my hands and then threw it at the two giggling boys.

They both dived out the way. They thudded on the ground as Trixie ran over to me and started making small snowballs. We made snowballs and threw them at the boys as they did the same to us.

I couldn't help but adore the children I was messing around with. They were pure hearted and wonderful. They were good children and I knew they'd grow into strong wolves when they were older.

"I'm so happy that you're here. They never let us play outside anymore," Jason said to me after an intense snowball throwing match. Wesley and Trixie were making snow angels in the snow and I was sat on a log watching over them.

Jason came over to me and sat on the log beside me. I raised my eyebrows at him. What did he mean?

"What do you mean they don't let you play outside?" I asked him. He shrugged at me and picked up some snow in his hands and begin to fiddle with it. The kid seemed a little off now, but I had a feeling he was going to open up to me.

"A kid died the other month. They don't let us go outside anymore because of it," Jason breathed out. He sounded irritated. I frowned at him.

Is that what Darcy was talking about when she told me to keep an eye on the children? Had someone died out here and now were they all scared to let their kids outside?

"They're just being protective, buddy. They want you safe, that's all," I told him. Jason sighed and hung his head. I pouted and nudged him. He almost fell off the log.

He giggled at me and stood up. He ran over to Trixie and Wesley who were still making snow angels everywhere. He joined them and then they began to play a game about princesses and princes not too long after.

"You're a natural with children, you know that right?" I heard a voice. I looked up and smiled as Darcy walked over to me. She pulled up a log and sat beside me.

I looked out to the children again. I felt safe and warm in their company. Probably because I knew that they could never possibly be a threat to me. They were just kids. Who could they hurt?

"A child was out playing alone in the woods a few months back. He was looking for sticks or something like that, so he could make toys," Darcy started. I looked over at her and raised my eyebrows slightly. I hadn't realised that she'd heard what Jason was talking to me about.

My stomach churned. I knew where the story was going and I didn't like it. I hated the idea of a child dying. They were kids. They'd never done anything wrong to anyone. They didn't deserve death.

"He went missing for a good thirty minutes. A few tracker wolves were sent out to look for him. They found his body far out in the woods. His blood was drained and his neck had been snapped. A vampire killed him," Darcy sighed out. She crossed her arms and looked out at her grandchildren.

I understood her worry. She didn't want her own grandchildren to be killed too. It made perfect sense and I didn't doubt her fear.

"We've had a vampire problem for a while now. Our border is pretty close to a small area that vampires hang around. We haven't usually had issues with them killing people," Darcy told me. I nodded at her and frowned a little.

Why the hell would a vampire want to kill a child? What in God's name could a child have done to a vampire? They were able to feed off animal blood. Couldn't they just do that?

Why a damn child?

"I'm sorry, gran. That must've been hard," I said honestly. Darcy nodded at me and smiled weakly.