Tears pooled in my eyes when the shock subsided. I knew she looked familiar, but I would’ve never guessed that she was my mom.
“I’ve missed you so much.” She whispered as she sat down on the edge of my bed.
I was really happy that she was here, but if she was alive all this time why was I adopted and told my parents were dead?
“Why did you leave me?” I asked, my tone sharper than I anticipated.
She flinched but answered, “Your father and I didn’t want you to be part of the werewolf world.”
“H-how do you know about werewolves?”
“I’m a werewolf and so was your father. We were mates.” She told me, her eyes honest and never wavering from mine.
My parents were werewolves, how was that possible?
I was still taking in all this information when my mom said something that shocked me even more.
“We’re not the only ones that are werewolves. You are too.”
That was just crazy talk.
“B-b-but I can’t. I’ve never shifted. A-and I would have known. Right?” I stuttered, confused and shocked by everything that was happening.
“Unlike most werewolves, you didn’t shift for the first time on your 14th birthday.”
That explained a lot. But didn’t that mean that I wasn’t a werewolf?
“So I’m not a werewolf?” I voiced my thoughts, but it sounded more like a question.
“You are, and you might be able to shift. You just haven’t got angry enough yet.” She said, shrugging like it was no big deal.
This was insane. First I find out that my mom was never actually dead, and then she tells me that I’m a defective werewolf. My head was spinning.
“Well I should go and let you have some time to process all of this.” My mom said, getting up to leave.
“Don’t leave me again.” I begged like a child that didn’t want their parent to leave when they dropped them off at school for the first time. But I just didn’t want to lose her, not again.
“I won’t honey, I’m here now.” She reassured me, leaning down to kiss me on the forehead before leaving the room.
When the door shut behind her I couldn’t keep the tears away. I cried for losing her, and for getting her back, and for the loss of my dad.
I cried for everything that upset me in my whole life.
About ten minuets later Asher walked in, took one look at me, and rushed to my bedside.
“Baby please don’t cry.” He begged.
That just made me cry harder. I didn’t deserve him. He was so sweet and caring.
He leaned down and whispered comforting words in my ear, which calmed me a little. Just having him his close made me feel better, that must be a mate thing.
After a few minutes he climbed into bed beside me and wrapped his arms around me.
“You should get some rest.” He suggested, leaning his head on mine.
I nodded in agreement and closed my eyes, easily falling asleep when I was safe in his arms.
I woke up before the alarm on Friday morning.
One more day until the weekend. I could survive one more day of school. Hopefully.
I carefully slipped out of bed without waking Ash, and walked into the bathroom.
I hopped in the shower and took some time to think things through.
My life had changed so much in such a short amount of time, and it was like everything I knew to be true was a lie all along.
My mom was alive.
Asher and I were mates.
I didn’t have to worry about Jason and Madison anymore.
My parents were werewolves.
I was a werewolf.
I wondered if I could shift?
Mom said I hadn't gotten angry enough to shift, but I'd been mad my whole life for everything that had happened to me. How could I not be angry enough to shift?
I shook my head to rid all werewolf thoughts and realized I’d been in the shower for much too long, so I shut off the water and got out.
After getting dressed in a pair of black leggings, a grey jumper, and white sneakers, I walked out of the bathroom and into a wall.
Or at least I thought it was a wall until I felt tingles all over.
I didn’t have to look up to know I bumped into Asher.
“You’re up early.” He muttered.
I looked up into his eyes and saw that they were filled with amusement.
Without my permission, my eyes drifted down from his face to his bare chest and I practically drooled over how toned he was. How did I get so lucky to have such an attractive mate?
“Like what you see?” He teased, breaking me from my thoughts.
“If you haven’t already noticed, yeah, I do like what I see. And it’s all mine.” I replied boldly.
Did I really just say that?
I wanted to slap myself, but I held back and settled for blushing in embarrassment instead .
When I finally got the courage to look at him again I saw that he wasn’t smirking cockily, he didn’t have any trace of amusement on his face at all. Instead his eyes were warm and loving and his face was lit up like a Christmas tree.
“As much as I would like to stand here and look at you all day, I need to get ready for school.” He softly said, tucking a damp piece of hair behind my ear.
I moved out of his way and smiled.
“I’ll be downstairs.” I told him before leaving the room.
Friday, thankfully, went by extremely fast. We did nothing but reviews in class so there wasn't even any homework.
I could really relax this weekend and spend quality time with Asher. Maybe he'd tell me more about the werewolf world.
As I waited for Asher by his car I tried to think up things we could do over the next two days, but my train of thought was suddenly cut off when someone roughly grabbed my waist from behind and put a cloth to my mouth.
In an instant I felt really tired and dizzy.
I tried to fight it but my eyes started to close on their own, and I fell unconscious in the person’s arms seconds later.