Werewolf Academy Year Three - Jayme Morse Page 0,35

his head.

“You’re downright insane to think this is even remotely acceptable,” Theo agreed.

“Yeah, you helped keep her prisoner and now you want her to help you communicate with the guy who held her captive?” Colton shook his head angrily.

“Are you out of your damn mind?” Rhys added, which shocked me. Of the four, Rhys had always been least likely to swear.

“I get it, you guys. I really do. I’m sorry I asked.” Iris looked completely defeated.

I wasn’t sure what it was that came over me then. I wasn’t sure why I felt any form of sympathy for her, but I did.

Whatever reason Iris was trying to get in touch with him, it must have been really bad for her to ask me for help.

So, as she turned away, I said, “Iris, wait. What message do you want me to give him?”

Her eyes met mine with a look of surprise... and relief.

She definitely hadn’t thought that I was going to be willing to help her out after the way my mates had reacted to her request.

“Can you let him know that his kid is in danger?” Iris asked.

“Wait. What? Jessica is in danger?”

My pack members shifted in their shoes uncomfortably. I could tell that they were ready to help Jessica out. We all were ready to help her out.

“No, not Jessica,” Iris replied, shaking her head. “His son… Matthew.”

That was when Milos’s black eyes appeared in my mind. “What happened to Matthew?”

A shiver crept down my spine at the sound of his familiar voice.

I glanced over at Iris. “He wants to know what happened to Matthew.”

“He’s in a situation.” She paused for a long moment. “Tell him to call me.”

“Tell her that I’ll call her just as soon as I am done with my meeting with the Winston Coven,” Milos responded.

“He said he’ll call you as soon as he’s done with his meeting with the Winston Coven,” I repeated.

This whole situation was just a reminder that Milos was always able to tap into my mind, something that made me extremely nervous. I completely hated it.

“So, his meeting with the Winston Coven is more important than his own son?” Iris scoffed.

I waited for a few moments, but Milos didn’t say anything in response. “He’s not answering.”

“Great. Figures.” She sighed. “Thanks for trying.” Iris’s eyes flitted over to meet mine. “You know, I’m pretty jealous that you’re able to communicate with him so easily. Here I am, just trying to give him a message about our kid, and he won’t even answer the phone.”

“Wait. Your kid?”

“Yup. Matthew is our son. He’s twenty-two years old. He goes to college back in Georgia. He’s always getting himself into trouble, which is unsurprising for a werewolf who’s never attended the Academy, but he was very firm on his decision not to go, since Mom would be going at the same time. You know how that is.” She chuckled.

I just stared at her, realizing what a stranger she was to me. I had known that Iris was full of secrets, but I hadn’t realized that her secrets went this far.

It was almost hard to believe that this one could have even been true. The Iris who I saw standing in front of me seemed like she couldn’t have been more than eighteen years old, even though I knew she was much older than that. But due to the fact that werewolves barely aged a day, it made it hard to picture her as anyone’s mom, let alone a twenty-two-year old’s mom.

“Wow, I had no idea that you and Milos had a child together.”

Not even once during my time in the dungeon had I heard any mention about Matthew, let alone the fact that Iris and Milos had a child together. How hadn’t I known this before now?

Why hadn’t Eric thought to mention this during our meeting earlier tonight?

Was it possible that even he didn’t know that Iris and Milos had a child?

“Don’t act too surprised, Raven. You might not realize this, but there are a lot of things you don’t know about me. Some of things you didn’t care to know about me, but most of them I chose to keep from you. I’m a woman of mystery.” Her lips formed a smile. “But maybe this will explain some things for you. I always put my family first.” She looked like she wanted to say something else, but she didn’t. “Anyway, thanks for helping me. I really appreciate it, more than you’ll ever know.” Her eyes moved