Jaclyn's POV
Mama always said I was born on the night the Wild South was on fire over nineteen years ago. She didn't quite know if it was before she went into labour or after, but she had made it a tradition to retell the tale as often as she could since then.
My birth wasn't like others I've heard, usually whenever women went into labour, they beckon on the midwives for their help and guide. However, when she went into labour, she was on her own in her room and after four hours of excruciating pain and torturous labour; I came forth, bearing a birthmark shaped like a tear drop on my upper chest.
The following day, when the neighbour brought the bad news of the destructive fire that burnt overnight, they learnt about the birth of her daughter, me.
The fact that mama had gone into labour without crying out for help couple with the mysterious fire that broke out on that night made them raise an eyebrow. Soon the whole town knew of the mysterious baby born amidst the wild south fire, bearing a tear shaped birthmark and the baby was named, "the freak."
Mama hated the name as I grew older and would always defend me with anyone that would as much as call me that in her presence.
She was born and raised in the Wild South and had lived her whole life there. However, when I turned four, the town's people grew tired of us and the mysteries that surrounded us and we were asked to leave. She didn't want to, despite having lost everything there but the only other option available was death, and she wasn't ready for that. So, with her head held high, she took me into her arms and never looked back.
Fast forward to fifteen years later and here I am, listening to the tale for the one millionth time.
"I took you into my arms and never looked back," I said along with her, stroking the brush in my hand against the paper board standing before me.
"Hey! It's a true story." She protested, dropping the crotchet which she was knitting a new sweater with.
I paused and turned to stare at her, over on the brown sofa, "I know and I think you are a badass for what you did."
"Which one?"
"All of them! You actually gave birth to me unaided, and how you didn't scream out or cry for help still freaks me out and ."
"Well, many of them didn't like me, Jaclyn," her countenance became sad as she continued, "I was betrothed to marry the alpha's son and ended up pregnant two months to our wedding."
My gaze narrowed, and I set my brush down on the paint table before me, "You never told me this story before, mama." Now I wanted to find out more.
She signed deeply, "Well, you were not old enough to hear it then, but you are now. You are now an adult."
'Well I became an adult more than a year ago.' I said in my mind, but my mouth remained close.
I moved to the sofa where she sat and took a seat beside her, "The marriage was arranged because my family despite being humans were the richest land owners in the Wild South. The alpha's family were the strongest and together we would have been the most powerful family in all of Wild South. When I conceived you, I brought a stain into the clan and made a mockery of them and their values, I was pronounced guilty by the alpha and a scarred so that no one born in the Wild South would ever marry me."
She tucked her hair behind her ear and there was a visible scar right below her ear and my heart squeezed at the thought of what she went through "I bore my cross but the town's people didn't make it easy on me and their hatred brought about the death of both my parents whose only crime was standing by me through it all." A tear ran down her face and she quickly brushed it off. "Oh, look at that, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be crying."
My hand reached for her cold ones resting on her lap. "You don't have to apologise for anything. You shouldn't have stayed in that town, mama, especially after what they did to your parents."
"You have to understand, my whole life and existence were tied to the Wild south. I didn't think I could survive on my own in a new place. Having your life threatened made me realise I had a choice, and I could leave and stand on my own two feet. I realised I had something...someone I needed to live for. You gave me courage, my dear child." She reached out and tenderly stroked my cheeks. "And you saved my life."
My eyes lifted to stare at her glassy ones not, wanting to add more to her plightful memory but needing answers. "Do you think the scar could be the reason I haven't experienced my premier shifting?"
She wiped her face and shook her head, "No, Gerald is an alpha not the god. I believe the moon goddesses has a reason for that and in its time, she will make all things perfect."
I went to bed that night with a lot of questions. Mama had never told me about her life and family and always shut it down whenever I asked until today. Perhaps she was right, perhaps I wasn't old enough to take it, but now that I could, I wanted to know more.
If possible, I wanted to know everything about my father. Who he was and what he looked like; I wanted to know why he never looked back after he left twenty years ago. I wanted to know what exactly about him made mama throw away her engagement to her betrothed groom. Was he her mate? Or just a random werewolf she met.
Questions lingered until my eyes shuddered.
My eyes open suddenly and, I threw the bedsheets off of me and got down from the bed. I had no control of myself and it all felt like a dream. I marched down the stairs and out of the house not knowing exactly where my legs were wandering to and not being able to stop it from moving.
After what seemed like forever, I snapped back into consciousness and coldness of the night gripped my skin and goosebumps littered all over it.
Being unconscious, I had stepped out without collecting my overalls from the armchair where I last left it and I wrapped my hands over my exposed and freezing arms. Panicking, I turned around, but no longer seeing my house in sight, and my heart doubled a beat.
Why did I come here? How did I lose control of my body?
I had never been a sleepwalker so this was terrifying. I'd have said Kenn had manipulated my mine telepathically but this felt different.
I needed answers.
"Hey, girl, are you going someplace you need me to take you?" a strange creepy voice asked from behind the shadow and I flinched. I spun around to see who it was, but it was dark and there was no way I could.
He chuckled maliciously, "Don't be scared, I will not hurt you." The man with the creepy voice finally stepped out of the shadows, wearing a black hood and a pair of black trousers. I couldn't make out his face due to the direction of the lights, but I could see the evil smirk that lingered on his round face.
"Stay back," I warned, my voice bold and authoritative, but he didn't do as he was told. My body jolted as it immediately sensed danger coming and panic clouded my mind.
"I can tell you're looking for your mate and I think you just found him." he taunted and howled pathetically.
My skin crawled, impossible.
Mama never hid who I was from me the day I was born. When I turned ten she told me that my father was a werewolf which meant that I was too and that was the first and last time she ever spoke about him.
I attended the Unique academy, but I was still human being yet to experience my premier shifting. While almost every wolf I knew had experienced theirs and now had a sense of belonging and emotional changes (such as anger, sadness, loneliness and depression) which testified to the presence of the werewolf gene when they turned eighteen, I didn't.
As far as I could tell, I was still a human and I could be hurt badly, pushed around and threatened.
"For your own good, I'd advise you to stay away." I didn't have any ability or power, but I have taken a sloppy self-defence classes when I turned fourteen so I wasn't completely useless.
"I don't think only you can take me on." He said, surging towards me with intent and determination to capture me.
My hands balled into a tight fist and I set my leg before the other, already prepared to take the mountain of a man running towards me on, or go down trying. I dragged a sharp breath and did a mental countdown as he got closer. My fist launched forward, but before it could meet him, his eyes dropped and became dull, almost as one sleepy and the next second, he fell to the ground before me.
I stood still with my mouth ajar, wondering if this had anything to do with me being a werewolf. Nothing I've read and researched so far said a werewolf could knock someone out just by thinking about it, that was for witches and I wasn't one, but that was what just happened.
"Oh, shit!" I covered my mouth, eyes still glued to the man lying at my feet, yet to move. "Sorry, I need to take this." I shoved my hands into my pocket but my phone wasn't in my pocket, I left it at home.
There was no way I could get the proof of this and when telling the story tomorrow, Ken would probably think I made it up.
"He's right. You shouldn't be out here on your own at this time of the night." a deep, hoarse and equally terrifying voice spoke up from the corner of the street and my heart skipped in panic.
Jaclyn entered the room where they laid the body of Ken and approached the bed. Silas sits beside Ken with his hand by his side him and when he senses Jaclyn's presence in the room, he rises to his feet and nods his head at his daughter before taking his leave. Her eyes well up with unshed tears, now being alone with Ken’s dead body. She tries to control herself and her emotions, but she can’t help it. So many times, Ken had told her to let the past go. He told her revenge will not bring her happiness, but sadness and pain. She never understood, but after the unfortunate event of the night, she knows he was right all along. His blood was on her hands and she would never forgive herself. She takes his chilly hands into hers, rubbing small circles all over them. “You were right. We should have stayed in that cottage. We were free to be ourselves, free to laugh, free to live, free to love each other. We shouldn’t have left. Everything was perfect there.” Her tears ran d
Jaclyn rose to her feet, her eyes glowing yellow just like her skin. She storms through the fighting crowd like a whirlwind, heading to where Allen is.“I see you found out the truth already!” he says, acknowledging her fury.“And you die now.” she seethes.She reached for him but felt a block around him, although not seeing it.“I came with my fortification in case things turned sour, little fire wolf.” he informs her as if reading into her mind and seeing her dilemma.He grabbed her by the hair and threw her onto the ground. She lands hard and her hand cracks.“I taught you all the tricks you know, and you really think you can use them on me?” his leg swings forward and he kicks her in the face as she falls to the ground again, groaning.He reaches out and grabs her by the hair, pulling her onto her feet and delivering punches after
Ace lay spread out on his gigantic bed with his eyes closed. Two women are resting beside him. He had brought them along to celebrate his victory over his brother and claiming the rogue pack. Now, as midnight passed, they needed rest. However, Ian stepped into the room to interrupt his much-needed rest.“Someone is here to see you.”“Who is he?” Ace moans, his lashes cracking open. The girls beside him wake as well.“His name is Kenneth Miller. He once trained with the rogue pack alongside the fire wolf and Caroline Matters. He’s like me, a witch.” Ian answers.Ace doesn’t need all the information. He knows who the kid was. He had faced him about a year ago when he came to the safe house. “What did he say?” he asks, helping himself up with his elbows on the bed.“He said he needed an audience with you. He believes what he has to say is important.”“Let him speak to you, then.” Ace
“Alpha, there is an attack on the entrance of the pack house. I think the alpha of the fury park is leading the raid.” Liam announces, stepping into the room where Dane lay, trying to regain his strength. After the fight with his brother a few hours ago, Dane felt his strength leave him and it’s still yet to return.“How did they know we would be in fewer numbers today?” Dane asks, his tone dominated by confusion as he properly sits up.“Could this be Ace’s doing?” Liam asks, his voice rising curiously.“Ace is a lot of things, but he will never betray his own. If he wanted me dead, he wouldn’t do it through anyone. He’d challenge me up front.” he ran a hand through his hair. “How many of us are left?”“We are twelve, alpha. Yourself included.”“And them?”“They were over a hundre
“Your brother believes I have an ulterior motive for coming back to you, doesn’t he?” Jaclyn asks, leaning against the door while Dane puts on his shirt. He had brushed over everything that had happened at the party, including his brother’s challenge to Jaclyn after they left the party yesterday. He promised he will handle everything today and when Jaclyn asked to come see him before the face off; he didn’t object. Dane sighs, adjusting his shirt. “Ace has had a hard time trusting anyone but himself for the longest of time.” She turns to stare him straight in the eyes. “What about you then? Do you think I have an ulterior motive for coming back?” He doesn’t hesitate, “At first I did, but you had the chance to kill me months ago at the boxing ring and you chose not to, I’ve never been good at gambling, but I’d bet my life that you don’t want me dead. And if you do, it will be because I deserve it. It’s hard for people to see the truth
Ken stands before the white wooden door and knocks on it. After about a minute, it opens and Silas stands before him in black trousers and grey polo. The man looks surprised to see Ken, however, the look on his face remains welcoming. “Ken.” “Silas.” “Hey,” he says. “We need to talk.” Ken interrupts and pushes past him further into the room even without being invited in. If Silas took offence at this, he says nothing as he closes the door and follows Ken further into the house. “How did you find me?” he asks once they reach the living room. Ken scoffs, “I’m a witch, Silas. I know where you and ten others I passed by while coming here live.” “Fine. Why are you here?” “To ask you what it takes to be a spineless father.” Ken shoots immediately. This time, his words strikes Silas, and a frown forms on his face. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “It