I woke up with a tinge of panic once again. It took me a few seconds to realize that I’m home and in our room, but not seeing Storm beside me spooked me a little. “Storm?” I called out through mind link. “I’m in the kitchen, baby. I’ll be up in a sec,” he answered, and that helped calm my nerves down. I don’t recall being badly hurt, but the fact that it was so easy for anyone to come close and drag me wherever has made me feel jumpy and nervous about being alone.
I needed to take my mind off things that had occurred, so decidedly, I headed to the bathroom to take a much-needed shower. I contemplated on things that took place and kept wondering about the things of which I think I saw and heard. I really don’t know what to think anymore. The things that I thought were nothing but man-made tales have now become my reality and this reality is becoming more and more challenging. And what did it mean when Eric said I am not who everyone thinks I am?
I closed my eyes to enjoy the stream of water spraying over my face and my eyes snapped open when a heard a steady beating rhythm. I tilted my head sideways listening more intently to it. The sound was faint a few seconds ago, but now, it was clear as the day. I’m hearing a steady heartbeat and it’s not just any heartbeat, it’s Storm’s specifically. I know it’s his because just outside the bathroom door, I can smell him and sense his blood rushing through his veins and that’s exactly where the sound is coming from. This has never happened before, could it be a result of what happened or does this develop over time? Like when you spend more time with your mate. I guess I have to ask everybody when I get the chance.
I wrapped myself with an oversized towel before coming out. “How are you feeling?” Storm asked. “Confused,” I admitted. He came up to me and wrapped his arms around my waist before kissing my temple. “I know. Tell you what, let’s eat breakfast first, then I’ll tell you everything, alright?” As much as I want to hear about every single detail that had happened right this minute, I am hungry and I’m grateful that he thought about feeding me first before saying anything because I’m sure I’ll lose my appetite if and when I do hear about everything.
Storm led me into his office right after we ate and to my surprise, Eric was waiting there with Wyatt and Hunter. I would have preferred it if it was just me and Storm, but at the back of my mind, I know that they could help explain this better. Especially Eric who apparently seems to know about who I am more than I know myself. Then again, maybe their here to protect me from Eric. Storm pulled me on his lap before nodding to Eric. “Do you remember everything about your childhood, Amara?” He asked. I took a bit of time trying to recall everything about my life, but I couldn’t remember anything beyond the age of ten. I’ve never thought about that before, but now that I am asked this specific question, it seems odd that I don’t recall any other thing.
They all looked at each other as if they’re in on this little secret. “What’s wrong?” I asked to particularly no one. “You’re adopted when you were ten,” Eric declared. I wanted to ask how that was possible, but the words died in my throat. “Listen carefully to what I have to say because I am about to reveal important details about your life,” he instructed and all I could do was slowly nod. Storm’s arms tightened around me as if to say that I’m in for a hell of a ride and that there’s a ninety-five percent chance that I won’t like it at all. “I’m your older brother, Amara,” he said. Say what now?!
“Your memories, abilities, and every information about who you are were all altered to keep you safe. There is more to you than what you believe. You're not just a wolf, you're a hybrid,” he continued. I was reeling from all the things he was telling me and I can't help but think that this is just the tip of the iceberg. What the hell is going on? He can't be serious about me being a hybrid. What does that even mean? I was born and raised as a human, there's no way in hell I'm what he claims me to be. "This is ridiculous! Is this some game you guys are playing because it's not funny," I exclaimed clearly irritated and on the verge of breaking down.
"This is the truth, Amara and I have ways to prove it to you," he challenged. I looked at each and every one of them in disbelief, but none of them gave away the idea that Eric could be lying. Maybe Storm suspects it, but he has masked his expression to hide them. "How can you prove it?" I asked this time feeling more confident. He stood from his chair and took a step closer. Storm growled as a warning which made him stop in his tracks. They looked at each other disdainfully, before Eric turned to me and asked, "May I?" I simply nodded and reached out my hand to his.
He looked into my eyes deeply and it made me very uncomfortable. I felt uncomfortable not because he was staring at me the wrong way or that there was something sinister in his eyes. There was something more into it. Perhaps, it was a sense of familiarity. We had the exact same shade and set of eyes if you look closely, and though his own eyes were more intense compared to mine, I absolutely recognize the similarities even the way we look has similarities now that I think about it. "Your wolf side has awakened when a rogue bit you and to fully awaken the other side of you quicker, I need to give you a drop of my blood which will eventually allow you to remember everything that was blocked from your memory as well. Are you ready?"