Creative Writing: I Knew My Mother?

" You knew my mother? " I questioned. Not many people knew her after she married Bruce. She was always locked away in his house. She only rarely got to go out anywhere. She was locked up because of me. I took away her freedom. I was her only mistake. The mistake she made when she was sixteen. I was not her mate's daughter and therefore he hated me. He wanted me to suffer and he did such a good job at it. I couldn't help the tears that had started to fall down my cheek. It seemed like I was trying to be so strong for the sake of someone else.

"She was our daughter. You, Indiana Sophia-Rose Blairwood, are my granddaughter." She smiled. Richard took his wife's hand and they looked at me. I smiled knowing for sure that there were still nice people
You kept my mate from me. You are an enemy, and I don't care how much stronger you are, I'll murder you if you come near her again." Hunter barked. He was irritated. He was so angry at me that it scared me a little. He was still really sexy though. "Because she is my granddaughter, and I won't hand her over to you without talking to you first." My grandfather said. His authority was overpowering. My mate was strong, but nowhere near as strong as my grandfather. Now that I think about it, I remember my mother telling me how her father was most powerful alpha in the whole world. I guess that would make Hunter the second most powerful one.

My mate looked shocked before nodding and following my grandfather down the hallway. I looked at my grandmother and she gave me a look telling me that it would be okay.
I knew I had to trust her. I knew that it might be okay. She reminded me of my mother. That's how I knew that she could never do anything to hurt me or my mate.

[Hunter's
Did Bruce somehow get into the perimeter without my knowledge. I quickly ran downstairs following her scent. It went out of the backdoor and into the woods, I followed it. It ended somewhere by the river. She must have masked her scent, but why would she do that? Maybe someone was keeping her hostage somewhere. Maybe someone helping Bruce? Maybe someone found her and wanted to return her to me, but wouldn't they have called already? I really hoped she was okay. For her sake, she better had been kidnapped, because if she ran away she was going to be punished. When I got further into the woods I realized that this might not be a good idea. Going into another alpha's territory without permission was challenging that alpha, and if she wasn't here, I would have challenged him for nothing. I was about to turn around and go back to see if I could ask around, when I caught a whiff of strawberries and bannanas. "Mate," my wolf growled angrily. He wanted her back and I could sense it. I had to do it. I had to run into this alpha's territory. I feared that if I didn't my mate's small fragile body would be ripped to shreds because she smelled of another wolf.