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CHAPTER TWO:BIG NEWS.

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    Big news 

The world returned in fragments—blurry ceiling lights, the sterile scent of antiseptic, a dull ache in every bone. 

I blinked, trying to move. Pain flared down my spine. 

I knew I was at the hospital. 

I wasn’t happy to be awake . It hurt less when it was all dark , I thought I was going to die from the pain but unfortunately here I was , very much present in the land of the living .  

I looked down at myself , I had a few bruises and cuts that had been tended to by the pack doctor .  

All my life , I’d always been unlucky .  

First it was that I couldn’t shift when I turned 16.  

Everyone had looked forward to their 16th birthdays because they got to connect with their mate and shift. That was what made us werewolves  

But my case was totally different. When I didn’t shift at 16, everyone thought I was slow and then as the years rolled by , nothing changed , hence solidifying rumors that I was in fact a cursed one. 

Thankfully, I have claws that are retractable like other werewolves so I had a fair enough good childhood.  

Because of these, I lost my friends and became bullied but I was more distraught because, no wolf, meant no way to identify mate and finally someone was able to identify me and I still got rejected.  

My life was a really pathetic one , I found myself often times wondering if it was of any use that I was created .  

The door creaking open pulled me out of my thoughts . 

“Em?” I tried to see who it was 

My father’s voice broke through the fog , his jaw clenched, eyes red with fury. My mum followed behind him. 

“You’re awake,” he breathed, reaching for my hand. “Thank the Goddess.” 

I tried to speak, but my throat was dry. My lips barely moved. 

“He rejected me,” I croaked. 

His face darkened. “I know.” 

I tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness knocked me back. The ache in my chest hadn’t gone away. It throbbed beneath my ribs, hollow and sharp. The mate bond was gone, but the wound it left still bled inside me. 

“I’m going to speak to the Alpha—” 

“No,” I rasped, grabbing his wrist. “Please don’t. It won’t change anything.” 

“But the way he humiliated you—Emily, I won’t let this go.I really wish I hadn’t stepped out to answer a phone call. None of this would have happened ” He gritted out. 

“Don’t make things worse,” I whispered. 

Silence fell between us. The tension in his body remained, but he nodded slowly. 

Then I heard something that made my blood go still 

"Emily, we've decided it's best for you to spend some time with your maternal grandparents," my mother announced, her voice firm but laced with a hint of guilt. 

It was the first thing she said since she got here . 

My eyes widened in shock. "My grandparents are dead…that’s what you told me!" 

My father's expression turned somber. "We've kept that from you for your own protection, but it's time you knew the truth." 

The air seemed to vibrate with tension as my parents exchanged a weighted glance. My mother's voice barely above a whisper as she revealed a family secret that had been hidden from me for years. 

"Your grandparents, they're not dead, Emily. They're alive, and they've been living on the other side of the country. Your mother and I...we had a falling out with them after your older brother's death." 

My mind reeled as I processed the information. My older brother, Jackson, had passed away when I was just a toddler. I had always been told it was an accident, but now, it seemed there was more to the story. 

"What happened?" I asked, my voice laced with curiosity and a hint of impatience . 

My mother took in a deep breath , and my father's eyes dropped to the ground. "Your grandparents...they had a hand in Jackson's death. They were trying to protect the pack, but their methods were...extreme. We couldn't condone what they did, and it led to a rift between us." 

The revelation hung in the air like a challenge, and I felt like I was standing at the edge of a cliff, staring into an unknown abyss. My grandparents, people I had never known, had been involved in my brother's death? The thought sent a shiver down my spine. "Why are you sending me to them?" I asked, my voice a little shaky  

I didn’t want to stay with killers .  

My father's eyes locked onto mine, filled with a deep sadness. "We think it's time for you to learn about your family's past, Emily. Your grandparents can teach you about your heritage and help you understand who you are. Maybe they can even help you find your place in the pack again." 

“What is going on ? “ I groaned , running a hand across my face . 

“Relax sweetheart” they are going to protect you, my mum said softly. 

“Protection from what? The people who already hate me? The Alpha who rejected me in front of everyone? Or from myself?” 

She flinched. Good. Let her feel even a fraction of what I was drowning in. 

 “You’re going to your mother’s parents. To her bloodline. You need answers, Emily. They might have them.” My dad stated firmly. 

The room was too quiet. Too still. 

“I’ve never even met them,” I whispered. 

“I know,” he said. “They live far beyond pack borders. They’re private people. Different. But they loved your mother deeply. And they’ll take care of you.” 

I didn’t want to be taken care of. 

I wanted to belong. Here. With my pack. 

But the pack never wanted me to begin with. 

Things seemed to be happening too fast . I couldn’t take it all in.  

I felt like I was being torn apart, my world turned upside down. I had so many questions, but my parents' expressions told me that this conversation was over. The decision had been made, and I was expected to comply. 

As I lay there, trying to process the revelation, I couldn't shake off the feeling that my life was about to take a drastic turn. I was being sent to people I didn't know, people who had been involved in a tragedy that had shaped my family's history. The thought sent a wave of fear through me, but also a spark of curiosity. 

I found it a bit relieving that I at least had other things to worry about  

A knock was heard on the door and my mum got up to go get it .  

While I laid down there ,with my dad trying to comfort me  

“Emily , you have a guest” my mum announced standing at my door post  

Guest? 

I didn’t have any friends so who could that possibly be ? 

“Who is it mum?” I asked in a carefree tone  

She moved a way from the door post and pointed behind her in response.  

My eyes widened in shock , my jaw clenchin

g hard in uncontrollable rage  

What was he doing here ?  

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