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in me. My senses heightened and I heard my mother’s voice from above me.

 

“Why do you always argue with me Michael,” my mother carefully questioned. As if I was a crazy person I looked around to see if my mother was near. Of course, she wasn’t. Part of me was anxious, but another part was satisfied that I could hear that far away.  I turned around and went back to the lady.

 

“I called my mother earlier, and she said she was still here,” I insisted, trying to get her to tell me why she lied to me. A part of her was panicking, I could tell by her hands slightly shaking and her eyes wavering.

 

“Well, honestly, Gina’s husband told me if someone by your name came by to direct you away,” she shamefully admitted. She then wrote down the hospital room number on a sticky note and handed it to me. Without a word I found my way to the same room as last time. Instead of just walking in like last time, I waited until I saw my father stalk out with a grim look overcoming him. With the opportunity I slowly walked in and embraced my mother in a hug. Unlike last time she didn’t look away ashamed.

 

“Charlotte,” she whispered with hope wrapping around my name, “you still came to see me, although you know.” Warmth filled me. Despite all that happened, Mrs. Gina Ross is one of the most innocent and wonderful women I have ever met.

 

“Of course, you are still the one who raised me to be who I am,” I commended, with all sincerity. With a sigh of relief I sat down next to her and took out one of my text books not caring which one. Studying was initiatively meant to be a distraction, but if I can use it to figure a few things as well is good right?

Chapter Thirteen- isn't completely done

 

Time crawled and I actually studied, with my brain rejecting any more chemistry I started to hear the ticking of the clock. Shortly after I arrived my mother fell asleep and I didn’t have it in me to wake her. A thought ran across my mind, where is that fake father of mine? I knew earlier when I heard my mother that was inhuman. Werewolf, am I really one? With that and my fake father on mind I decided to test it. Closing my eyes I let myself slip into that strange feeling that occurred earlier. Again with my senses heightened I could feel the smallest movement from the air vents, conversations from three rooms over, and when I focused I felt my father nearing from around the corner. Snapping out of it I quickly gather my stuff and got out of there before he could see me. I didn’t want to make any more trouble for Jasmine and her pack and that’s what my father was, trouble.

 

From this trip, I didn’t get want I hoped to, but I did interestingly assure that I am a werewolf. Although being someone’s mate is pretty much the most assuring. For three hours I was in fact distracted from the whole mate thing, that’s a win on my part. As I walked back to the bus stop I took out my phone and messaged Jasmine. She had been asking if I were okay, where I was, and if I would be back for dinner. The last question was so trivial, but had the most impact. Secretly I had been waiting for someone to ask me that for a long time. I arrived back at her house shortly before her mother had finished the feast for the pack. I pulled Jasmine aside and told her my experiences at the hospital, then after saying it felt foolish about pulling her aside. The entire house was werewolves, no matter where I said it they would have heard. Inwardly I laugh and smile.

 

“No way, you grasped it that quickly,” she commented astonished. My eyebrow arched up in question doing all the talking I needed.

 

“Usually you don’t suddenly obtain that, you work and train for it,” she explained with a still surprised expression. I inched the side of my face with awkwardness. It wasn’t comforting knowing even within werewolves I was different. Something about my life just wasn’t adding up. Putting the whole idea on the side burner, Jasmine and I accompanied the rest of the pack at the table. To my entertainment, Jasper took his plate and sat on the couch, where I am certain, is where he sustains life.

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