Chapter 9: They are werewolves

Mariette P.O.V:

"How on earth could you have just gotten into the car with three strangers? Mariette! I thought your mother and I had done a better job at raising you. You are not to talk to strangers! Humans are understandable! But ... but werewolves! You have got to be kidding me!! Zenia!" my father ranted on before calling my mother. I knew that he was unhappy, but at least his little tiff managed to give me some sort of answer to my questions I needed to have.

My mother came storming into my room and heaved a sigh of relief as soon as her eyes landed on me. She looked me up and down to see that I was still in one piece. "What is it? Roan?" my mother asked my father. She clearly managed to pick up on the foul mood that my father was in. "You deal with this! I seriously can't handle what had just happened!" my father dramatically shouted. I just hung my head in defeat before looking out of the window, trying to keep my tears at bay. I sighed as my mother and father started to argue. "What do you mean Roan?" my mother asked, still confused about exactly what was going on. My father pointed at me and I knew that there was likely hell to come tonight in this house.

"Do you want to guess the reason behind Mariette asking about the other supernatural species this morning?! Well ... let me make your guessing work a little easier on you! Looks like Mariette didn't go to Abrie's house after school to do an assignment" my father said, his voice laced with pure disgust in me. I hated feeling like this, I hated to disappoint my parents, I was always the one they could be proud of. But ... ever since I met the triplets, it was as if my life has been turned completely upside down.

My mother looked at me, completely shocked by what my father had just told her. "Mariette?" she said with a sigh, her face completely horrified as she came to terms with everything that my father had said. She looked on at me, seemingly waiting for me to tell her the truth about everything that happened. I looked down at my lap, not wanting to face the disappointment written on her face and the rage of my father. I guess I could only just be thankful that my father didn't kill the triplets. I didn't know how strong wolves were, but I knew very well the strength that my father possessed, he would easily be able to take out the triplets all on his own.

"Mariette ... the truth, now" my mother said, waiting for me. I sighed before looking up at her, the tears brimming my eyes. "I found my destined ... or well ... my destineds ... remember the dream you had, well it came true the morning you told me about it. But ... the triplets, all three of them are my destined" I said, as I allowed the tears to fall freely now. No longer hiding it from my parents, I just spoke freely. My mother and father both turned pale as they stared at each other, completely horrified that their daughter, who was a vampire, was destined to spend all of eternity with three werewolves.

"Roan?!" my mother cried out as I saw some tears start to run down her cheek. I couldn't understand what could have happened in the past that would make my parents react like this. Obviously, I thought my mother would have been happy for me that I have finally found my long-awaited destined and now they were reacting like this. I looked back at my mother.

"I met them at the coffee shop. I wanted to get some coffee before I head on out to school. I accidentally bumped into them. The moment I saw that there were three of them. I was so confused ... I instantly fled from the situation because I could clearly tell that they were not vampires, and nor were they humans. I couldn't place from what species they were because we were taught all our lives that vampires were the only supernaturals that were left" I said, trying to get my mother to at least understand that I wasn't going out looking for them, that I have accidentally stumbled across them.

My mother just stared at me. "Roan, what are we going to do?!" she asked my father again. I could see that my mother was completely speechless and she didn't know what to do about the entire situation. If only she knew exactly how I felt. I was so confused about everything. I always imagined that I would have one destined that was a vampire, and now I have three that were werewolves. They were mortals, which means that I would lose them when age eventually take them away from me. My father narrowed his eyes at me as he folded his hands across his chest and leaned back against my wall.

"That still doesn't explain to me how on earth you managed to skip half a day of school and end up being dropped off by them!" my father scolded, raising his eyebrows and waiting for me to explain myself. "They ... they came to pick me up from school and we went to the theme park. We spent the rest of the afternoon there and then they came to drop me off. That was why I messaged mother and said that I wasn't going to be able to go to the mall with her to do some shopping" I said, hanging my head in complete shame of my actions.

"Honey, you need to understand one thing, werewolves aren't good. They are the bad guys. There are reasons why the entire community raised our children to only believe that vampires were the last of the supernatural species out there. You need to stop seeing them, immediately! I hope you don't have their numbers on your phone!" my mother said, her eyes sad, but her face seemed determined to make me understand that there was no way that I could ever have contact with the triplets again.

"But ... but why momma," I asked my mother, not being able to hold my tears back anymore. I didn't understand what could have happened in the past that would make her want me to break all contact I had with them. "Mariette! That has nothing to do with you. You are never to see them again, do you understand me?! This is just us trying to keep you alive and protect you as best as we possibly could!" my father said before he turned on his heels and walked away from me. My mother walked over to me and sat down on the bed, draping her arm around me and pulling me in for a hug.

I started crying even more by now, not wanting to believe that my father could forbid me to see them again. I couldn't even start to imagine how life would be without them. A part of me had grown to care for them in the few days that I know them and now I had to say goodbye. I couldn't understand!

"Sweetie, you might not understand what your father and I are doing right now, but one day when you are all grown up, you will understand," my mother said as she started wiping down my tears.