The Blood Wolf

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We still do not know one-thousandth of one percent of what nature has revealed to us.

-Albert Einstein-


I opened my eyes to see I was in a brightly lit room.

White ceilings? The smell of cleaning agents?

It was safe to say I wasn’t in a hospital room. There wasn’t distinct chatter, no machines, no curtains, and thankfully there was no IV drip so it was safe to say I must’ve bumped my head real hard because I don’t remember how I got here. Cool observation right?

Hehe. I know.

I tried to get up but I had to settle down. My brain throbbed against my skull like a massacre.

“She’s awake.”

The guys crowded around me. “How are you feeling?” asked Jay.

“Other from the fact that my head is pounding, I’m okay.” I lied. I felt nauseous and dizzy but I sucked it up. I didn’t like being treated like a baby and I knew if I told them they would quarantine me like I had an incurable virus. Trust me when I say hate being babied. I bite. “What happened?”

They gave each other the should-we-tell-her look. They didn’t speak for a long time. They just stared at one another and nodded. I just waited.

Then someone spoke up, “You kicked Chris’ ass.” Jacob was leaning against the door with a smirk plastered on his lips.

I declared boastfully, “How are you feeling now tough guy? Yeah woohoo!” I finally sat up and the headache disappeared.

That was some miraculous healing. Being told I whooped a guy’s ass nursed me back to health in no time. But soon enough I noticed the twins weren’t here and neither was Devon. I guess he was busy working.

“Hey, uh... Where are the twins?” I asked.

“They are with Chris,” Stephan spoke up.

As if on cue, Aiden entered along with Chris. I was suddenly mad. I let out a menacingly low growl. I quickly covered my mouth, unable to understand how that animalistic sound came from me.

Most of the guys were looking at me wide-eyed. I was just as confused and surprised as they were. Why was I behaving like this? I clutched my necklace to calm myself down but it wasn’t there.

“Where’s my necklace?” I panicked, feeling around for it on the bed; in the sheets and under the pillow.

Aiden answered. “It sort of got torn apart during sparring.”

“The chain can be replaced. It isn’t really important. If I have the crystal I can get another chain. So where is the crystal?”

“I stepped on it.” Chris was looking down at his feet as he muttered those words. But I heard them loudly as if he had shouted it.

Everyone was at a good distance from me now. I got up and walked out of the room, not saying another word. I was afraid if I did I would burst into tears. Scott sauntered behind me as I left. Declan looked as if he was sorry. His face was laced with pure pity.

I walked and turned down many hallways. I didn’t know where I was going but I kept walking. Soon I stopped and slid down a wall. I just wanted out of here. Scott held my hand and pulled me up. He guided me and after a while, we ended up into a garden.

It was a beautiful paradise. I didn’t know there was a garden outside. Yet again, there are a lot of things I didn’t know. Scott was still behind me. I sat down on a bench in the center of the garden. Scott sat next to me.

“What did that necklace mean to you?” Scott suddenly asked.

I remained silent before I answered.

“It was all I had left of our mom. Scott that necklace was mom’s.”

He nodded. “But now you have us to fill that void. You have me.” He said smiling. “I’m not going to say sorry about the necklace, because it won’t fix the necklace or turn back time.”

I nodded and waited for him to continue, but then he laughed.

“That’s all I’ve got Sam.” I rolled my eyes and inwardly grinned. My brother was a goofball.

Scott sucked at pep talks but it made me smile. He didn’t have much to say but I understood. I rested my head onto his shoulder and my brother told me a story.

But before he began all he said was, “Sam, don’t freak out about the truth.”

As he told the story I couldn’t help but think about his most previous words.

“Sam, don’t freak out about the truth.”

The question was what truth?

I was in Devon’s office. Adrien had called him after what happened. I had a couple of broken ribs and some bruises on my cheekbones. Not to mention the overall pain in my everywhere.

“You wanted to see me?”

“Yes, I did. Are you okay?”

I bobbed my head to answer his question sternly, “It’s nothing that I can’t handle.” I must admit I felt quite accomplished about giving Chris a beating but I’m not going to brag.

But just so you know, I did whoop him.

“I know you are upset about the necklace,” he said.

“I think upset is an understatement.”

We were silent. I felt a pang in my chest. I knew Devon heard about the fight and he must be upset but I was confused because he didn’t look mad. He looked like he had swallowed a handful of thumbnails, scared even.

He sighed and blurted what seemed to be lodged into his throat. “Sam, your necklace was a restriction.”

I scoffed, “A restriction?” I shook my head with a fake amused smile. It was hard to smile when he was disrespecting my mom’s necklace like that.

“So having something that reminds me of my mother is a psychological restriction? It’s holding me back? How?” I was serious now. “How is remembering my mom a bad thing?”

I would’ve walked out by now but I wanted to hear what he was going to tell me. Something stupid. Something I doubt would make sense.

“I didn’t mean it like that. You should remember her. Did you know you look like your mother? Your smile is the same as her’s. Having you here reminds me of her.” He let out an exhausted sigh.

I nodded and leaned into the seat. I could tell he was going to say something that would take a while. “Kaye was my fiancée. She isn’t the mother of your older brothers. My late wife died and soon I fell in love with Kaye. I proposed and we had you and your brother.” He began to explain.

I didn’t know that the twins and Jay were my half-brothers. They didn’t look much like me or Scott but they looked like Devon a lot.

“Then one night she left and took you with her. I searched but I couldn’t find either of you. I was devastated, almost gone rogue. I still don’t understand the real reason she left.”

I was still but soon asked the question.

“What does this have to do with the necklace?”

He had his laptop in front of him. He had closed it when I walked in. But now he opened it. He clicked onto something and turned it around so I could see. It was a video. Soon enough I realized it was the camera feed from the gym.

I hadn’t noticed there was one there when I walked in. I still found it weird that the gym had a hidden camera. Were all the rooms bugged with cameras? People could be watching me sleep!

I snapped out of it when I saw myself and Chris on the mat sparring. I watched it and tensed in horror.

“I lost control?” Devon nodded. “But I don’t remember that,” I told him honestly.

He shut down the laptop and pushed it aside. “When I met you at first, I realized you didn’t have the same gene as the rest of us except Eureka of course. Scott is your twin and he has that something special in his DNA but we realized it was missing in yours. You didn’t have that scent. We thought you were born... Well umm, normal?”

I knew he was going to say something stupid.

“I don’t have a scent?” I looked at him like he was loony but he continued. “Since your necklace was destroyed, all that has changed. We could smell your scent and feel your presence. The necklace was what hid that gene, and now that it has been destroyed; it’s prominent in you.”

“What the heck are you talking about?” I stared wide-eyed at this man.

“You and Scott are tribrids. Everyone else is in this family is a hybrid except for Prescott and Eureka. Prescott is an ancient vampire and Eureka comes from descendants of witches but the magic skipped her generation.”

He continued, “The O’Brien’s are werewolves too.”

I froze. Then I looked around. I stared at Devon and started laughing like a crazy person.

“Okay, very funny. Where are the cameras? I’m not falling for this prank again.”

Devon looked at me quizzically, “Again?”

I ignored him, “Boys you can come out of hiding. I know you’re pranking me!” I walked around the room flinging papers around and opening cabinets while looking for a camera or something to prove I was being tricked.

“Come on Devon. I expected this from my childish brothers but not from an adult such as yourself.” I giggled.

“Samantha, this is not a prank. I’m serious.” I could see he was either that or he was a damn good actor.

If not then that meant that this dude believed in the supernatural? Damn, he’s cracked and some screws are loose. Something in his upstairs was not working right. I wanted to laugh but he looked so serious so I sucked in my bottom lip, trying hard not to.

He got up from behind his desk and walked over to me with a sympathetic look before he held onto my hands. He tightened the grip on my wrist. Not enough to hurt me but enough to keep me still.

“Have an open mind.” He pleaded.

I sighed. Okay, might as well give him a chance and when nothing happens then I’ll get to tell Ma that Devon is crazy.

“Fine, prove it,” I spoke confidently. His eyes widened.

“If I show you must keep calm.” I nodded saying a yes.

He let go of me and held his head down. I was there waiting and waiting for what seemed like hours. He sighed and then he looked at me.

He looked like the same Devon I knew. Then all of a sudden his eyes that were green turned into a glowing blood red. I froze. My body started to shake uncontrollably. I let out a blood-curdling scream and headed straight for the door. My lip quivered and my breathing was shaky and uneven. I tried to open the door but it was locked. I pushed myself up against the door.

“Don’t be afraid. It’s still me. It’s still your dad.” His eyes changed back to the forest green they were and he slowly approached me. I kept trembling like a scared puppy. I felt weak but if I got the chance to run then I would be flying because of the speed I would be going at. He held out a hand and I felt like I had to take it. His eyes were a warm forest green again. I slightly relaxed and began to think rationally.

“I won’t hurt you.” He spoke softly taking his time to approach me.

“I won’t hurt you.” Those words got me thinking. If he wanted to hurt me, he would have done it but he didn’t.

I slowly took his hand and his nail elongated, and then he looked at me asking for permission. I nodded and he sliced my flesh and then his own. He held my hand in his, our blood mixing and a level of warmth and love radiated through me.

I felt something being awakened and all of a sudden I was feeling energized and whole. We separated and the small wound was gone. Whatever was missing had been found and replaced. The void was filled. I was filled. But filled with what?

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