CHAPTER SEVEN: ONE OF US

SYLLA.

“That was certainly a welcome," Lucan comments. He checks the watch on his wrist and sighs dramatically. “ I really hate to leave you pretty ladies, but I have to run. Got a lecture to catch."

Emma smiles. “No worries. You live in Night Claw now, so we'll definitely see you again."

He turns to me and gives me a charming smile. The kind that has the butterflies in your belly going haywire. " I'd hate to leave you beautiful. But we'll surely meet again.”

With another kiss on my hand, he turns around and walks away, whistling a cheerful note. For some reason I find myself staring at his retreating figure and smiling.

“Okay!" Emma’s voice snaps me out of whatever haze I was slowly slipping into. “What just happened? Why did my brother call you his mate?"

I sigh, moving to one of the benches on the lawn and sitting on it. “Like I told you. I found out last night that he is my mate and I instantly rejected him, unfortunately I'm an Omega and can't reject a strong wolf."

Emma grabs my hand and looks at me with eyes full of excitement. I know what she's going to say before she opens her mouth.

" Sylla, that's awesome! Don't you see it? This is our chance to finally strengthen our bond and become sisters!”

Those were the exact words she told me in my past life when I found out that Noah was my mate. Unfortunately I don't share in her excitement like I did then.

" We are sisters, Em,” I tell her. " I don't need to be mated to your brother for that to happen. I don't even like him.”

“Fine!" She sighs. " Who would've guessed my brother to be that douchebag? He can be an asshole like that. But take it from someone who has had to grow up with him, he is a kind soul."

I bite my tongue to keep from telling her that she's his sister and it's normal for her to think so. Noah Sterling was anything but kind to me in our past life. Where he was not cruel, he was cold and emotionally unavailable.

Emma checks her watch and sighs. " Gotta run girl. Swim practice.”

" Okay! See you in a bit!”

We share a hug and she jogs away.

As soon as I'm left alone, I wonder into my thoughts again. The body from last night, who was really behind it and why did they blame the old witch? And the mark?

Something deep is going on in the Night Claw pack and I can't help but shake off the feeling that someone is deliberately trying to paint the witches black. As if they aren't black enough!

" Well look who it is!" The all too familiar voice causes me to raise my head to the direction it's coming from and just as I expected, Harper is walking my way with her minions. “I didn't see you at the ball last night? Were you too ashamed that you had to flee?"

Harper Lee is one of the most annoying humans I have ever come across. Being Isabella’s cousin doesn't help because apparently stupidity runs in the family. She would bully every chance she had in my past life and I'd just take it.

No way that's happening this time around.

“Don't you have something better to do with your time than make everyone around you miserable?" I ask, rising to my feet and folding my arms .

She looks shocked for a good ten seconds before hiding it with a smirk. “Not when people like you who don't deserve to breathe the same air as us continue to exist. You are just a disgrace to Gamma Jacob's name.”

" Yes!” Celine agrees, flipping her hair to the side. " You should be lucky he chose to father such a weak Omega."

“Don't you girls have better things to do?" A voice says and the three girls branded as the school weirds walk up to us and stand between Harper and I. " Shoo Harper nobody wants you around!”

A look of fear flashes in Harper's eyes and I blink, dead sure I imagined it. But did I? Because without another word, she turns around and walks off.

“Birds of the same feathers," she murmurs as she leaves.

The three girls turn to me and smile brightly. The one with pink hair, who just spoke, dusts her hands and smiles. " Pest control. Works every time.”

" Wait? Did Harper just get scared of you?” I ask and she smiles.

The one with the blonde braids grab my arm gently. " Don't worry, she won't be bothering you anymore.”

Okay! So the three campus outcasts just saved me from the Queen Bee. That is quite an interesting turn of events.

“Hi, Sylla, right?" The blonde asks, stretching her hands forward. I gently shake her hand and her eyes brighten. Guess they really are weird.

" Well, I'm Meroy, this is Aly and Yuna,” The pink haired introduces, pointing to the blonde, then the brunette. " But I assume you already know us as the weirds.”

I smile and shake each one of their hands, feeling skeptical about this. I don't have anything against them mind you, but it's not everyday you get approached by people the entire campus brand as weird and crazy.

“Do you have a minute?" Yuna asks. “We need to talk to you about something."

“Sure!"

Aly and Yuna sit with me on the bench while Meroy keeps standing.

“So we have something to tell you, but you have to promise not to tell anyone," Aly says, lowering her voice. I nod and she smiles. " We are witches, all three of us.”

" And you are a witch as well,” Meroy adds.

I'm not all that surprised by the revelation because Mom and Dad always made me understand that my mother is the head of some witch coven. But they never mentioned about me inheriting the powers. But…

“How did you know that?" I ask my expression wary.

“We sensed it," Meroy replies. “Witches can sense one another, especially when the other person is of high blood. Your mother must be a really powerful witch if your blood is so strong."

“Okay. I'm a witch, but how does that relate to anything?" I ask. They didn't just approach me because I'm a witch. I know they want something.

Meroy takes hold of my hand. “You are one of us, Sylla. There are just a few witches left and we have to stick together.”

" Especially when someone is obviously trying to erase us,” Aly scoffs.

So I was right after all. Rowan killings in my past life had been purposely staged to portray me as the killer.

That means in my past life someone was aware of my identity.