Find The El Dorado

PROLOGUE

Cooking for you

Rubbing your back while you read,

Waiting for you on the porch till you come home

Taking your hand while you drive

Lighting all the candles before you come home

Staying up late to watch you sleep

Observing all the details

Did you hear my “I love you”?

Sending me flowers whenever you think of me   

Planning our first vacation together, the place I like

Asking hundreds of questions about me

Engaging in long, deep talks that soothes me

Making more time for me than yourself

Showing me your weird comfortable side

Yes I heard your “I love you”  

   The way you wrap your arms around me

The way you look at me and smile at me

And I get lost in your pool of emeralds

The way you look for me first in the crowd

And the way I wait for you

We found each other

And we fit perfect    

   CHAPTER ONE  

   The wind blew my hair in all places and I felt like the main character.  

  The drive to Magnolia Springs in Alabama was just as I expected.  

   It was a time to reminisce and replay some of the happy memories I had left before everything came crashing down.  

  I took an intake of breathe. My heart felt relaxed for once.  

  I was going back home.

    Where I was told I belonged.

I had to, it was the final bus stop for me.

I had gathered the heavy stuff  I couldn’t move and did a yard sale so I had enough cash to keep me going for the next months till I get a new job.

With all of the things I owned and some of my parents stuff crammed into the back seat and hood of my car I knew there’s was no coming back for me.

The Woman I talked to a week ago before coming, Megan Kingston she said was her name. Sounded so nice and remembered my parents well when I brought them up.

I had told her I was coming back to my parents home, the one they had before they decided to move to the big city, I was coming back to stay.

Megan sounded excited to have me and had to call me yesterday night to make sure I hadn’t changed my mind about coming.

Thanks to my Mum’s Journal I had the address and some of the happy memories she had written down  when she moved to stay with my dad in Alabama, I had them to hold with me.

With both dead parents, a college degree in arts, a bleak love life and being unemployed I wanted to be far away from the city as much as possible, away from the place I came back home to see my parents murdered in cold blood.

Sighing when I saw the sign post that read “Welcome to Magnolia Springs” I slowed down to check my map.

The google Map on my phone ended at that particular sign and now I had to ask for directions to my parents house.

I stopped my car to a crawl, looking at the wide yards and houses around.

Driving really slow now in hopes of meeting someone, my faith worked out for me.

I saw a truck parked at the side of a farm, the bonnet was opened and a figure turned out to be working on it.

I pulled over slowly next to him and the figure peeked out from the hood of the car blocking him from the sun.

It was a he and he was shirtless.

“Hello, Good noon I’m new around, pls do you know the directions to the Coleman’s House?” I asked with a slightly loud voice hoping he’d hear me.

“Uh yeah, it’s right after the church, you go straight up and take the first two left turns.

“Alright, Thank you”

I had my foot on the pedal ready to follow the directions before he stopped me.

“Hazel Coleman?”

He knew me !????

Should I be alarmed?

“Who’s asking?”

He walked closer to my passenger window and crouched, squinting from the sun and tying to get a good look at me.

Man he was jacked, felt like he was flaunting it.

“Tristan Harris” he said and stretched his hand for a handshake.

“Megan told us about your coming, she’s been eagerly waiting for you”

He knew Megan, I started to relax

“Okay… Hey Tristan”

I knew I was a genetic build of the werewolf creatures and a human, and I knew when I decided to move over to this area, I was venturing into a pack of werewolves I knew nothing about.

And I knew I stood talking to a fine looking werewolf at that moment.

My parents never told me about them and never had the “perfect time “ to ever tell me about their origins. I had to read about them and I had little to no knowledge about them except the information the internet provided.

Hell, I didn’t even know if I was one. I had not felt any mate pull or had any reaction to consider I was shifting.

Now I was having a conversation with this sweet looking hunk of a man and he looked to good to be considered anything less of an Alpha.

If he turned out be then I guessed I ventured into clear waters.

“So I was working on my trunk and I was rounding up before you came along and if you wouldn’t mind I’d love to show you the way to where you’re headed, you know make it easier for you”.

Okay, I ventured into clear waters

“That’d be helpful, thank you”

He gave me a small smile and headed back for his truck. He was handsome.

The drive to my parents house wasn’t as long as I expected and we got there in about 10 minutes.

With Tristan’s truck at the front we both pulled up to the driveway of the house almost at the same time.

We both came out of our respective vehicles at the same time and stood back to inspect the place.

It was a Small Manor house. With evergreen trees standing tall, I could also hear a lake flowing from somewhere behind the trees, but the house looked abandoned.

It looked like the house I would always tell my mum I wanted to live in. It looked liked peace.

I had no idea why they had to leave here. Now I have to live the rest of my life looking for answers and waking up in cold sweats some night because of the last image I had of them.   

I walked towards the entrance and Tristan followed behind. The place looked like it had too much dust and things I would want to avoid looking at or touching.

“I hate to break it to you…” Tristan’s voice brought me out of my reverie and I turned to face him.

“It’s what we use as a store house now, we tried moving the things inside over the weekend but everyone was so busy we couldn’t finish it on time before your arrival”

“Hmmm” I replied not knowing what to say

Ugh! This wasn’t what I had in mind. I just had to settle for a hotel this night before working on the house tomorrow. I have big plans for the designing of this place, all my paintings would come to life here.

I was going to check out the place tomorrow but for now I had to rest my head and plan for tomorrow

“Are there any hotels around”?  I asked

“Actually Megan planned on you staying at the pack house on tonight and by tomorrow we’ll get our men to work the house for you”

These people were thoughtful, I really needed to rest my head. It was past 4 in the evening.