Him [ A Werewolf Tale ]

When I was 13 years old, my entire family committed suicide, by driving full speed off a thirty foot bridge. Morbid, I know. Unfortunately, they deemed themselves unfit to live and ended it the only way they knew how. They had gotten themselves stuck in something deep and dark with a couple of the demons around our neighborhood and their contract was coming due. So at the age of only 13, I was left to fend myself and survive in a world full of vampires, werewolves, and demons. ~ My name is Claire Summers and my family had once ran one of the most powerful werewolf packs in North America. That is, however, only because of a contract held by a certain grey eyed demon. Since my parents died, I have been shunned. Disowned by everyone and unwanted in every sense. For the first time in my life I was completely and utterly alone. Until I met him


17. Chapter 15 | Unlikely Diagnosis

Chapter 15

“Claire, relax.” Sebastian says, pulling my hand from my mouth.

I had been sitting on his bed rocking back and forth since he had called his friend. I couldn’t keep my hand from my mouth and my legs were bouncing in place. I never had good experiences with supernatural creatures.

“How am I supposed to relax right now?” I snap, bringing my hand back up to my mouth, biting my nails.

“What are you freaking out about?” Seb asks, sitting down across from me on the bed.

“I’m not good with supernatural creatures! Okay?” I blurt, putting my head down in shame.

“You are a supernatural creature, Claire.” He answers, pulling my hand from my mouth again.

“It’s not the same! I know that I’m not going to hurt myself! Other creatures can!” I scream, hysterically.

“Claire, oh my goddess, Calm down!” he yells, grabbing my face in his hands.

“I can’t.” I shudder, shaking his hands off.

“Claire!” Sebastian calls, as he grabs my wrists and pulls me closer to him.  

I wiggle in his hold, trying to scoot back away from him.

“Stop fighting me,” he grunts, as I continuously jab him with my hands, “You’re safe.”

“You can’t say that.” I yelp, fully pushing myself away from him.

“Claire! Be careful!” he yelps, reaching out to grab me.

His hand just barely grazes mine, before I am tumbling off of the bed. I bang my head against the hard floor and
groan. Sebastian is immediately by my side.

“Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?” he worries, checking me for cuts and bruises.

 “I’m fine.” I huff, sitting up and pushing him away.

Our eyes connect and he pushes a stray hair out of my face. 

“Do you trust me?” he whispers.

“Well of course, I trust you.” I sigh, pushing his hand away and standing up.

“Then you can trust me when I say, that nothing is going to happen to you. You are safe. I will make sure of it.” He promises, reaching for my hands again, but I step away.

With that action, his entire attitude changes. He harshly exhales, running a hand through his hair.

“What’s wrong with you?” he spits, glaring at the wall above my head.

“What are you talking about?” I mutter, looking away from him.

“I pushed too far didn’t I? You should have said something Claire. I just thought since after the kiss you would want to be with me.” He mumbles, trying to catch my eye.

“That didn’t change anything!” I yelp, jumping back as if he burned me, “I told you. I can’t do that to Alex.”

“Okay, but you agreed to be my girlfriend.” He pouts.

“Yeah, when he’s around!” I yell, stepping further away from Sebastian.

A look of hurt flashes through his eyes and turns and walks away from me.

Stopping at the door, he turns and looks back, “She should be here in a few hours. I’ll be back by then. Do not leave the den.”

Flopping back down on the bed, I let out a frustrated sigh. I have no idea where that came from. I had told him quite a while ago I wasn’t interested in a relationship with him. I needed to make things right. Getting up from the bed, I walk over to the entrance and push the flimsy door away from me. Stepping through, I notice Sebastian sitting a little farther into the forest. Sighing, I walk towards him and slide down a tree trunk to sit beside him.

“I thought I told you to stay inside.” He grunts, rubbing his hands over his face.

“You did.” I say softly.

“Then why are you out here?” he grumbles.

“Because we need to talk.” I shrug, flicking my hair off my shoulder.

His eyes watch my every move, “What is there to talk about?”

“A lot.” I huff, “First of all our relationship.”

“You made it pretty clear there wasn’t one.” He snaps, turning his head away from me.

“Sebastian….” I sigh, “You know I physically can’t do this to Alex. Trust me if we were under any other circumstances
and Alex wasn’t my mate, I would be all over you. But that isn’t the case and Alex is my mate. My wolf won’t allow
me to betray him like that.”

“Fine.” He huffs, still turned the opposite direction.

“Seb…”I whisper softly, “This isn’t your fault. It just feels awkward to touch someone that isn’t my mate, especially a guy. I’m sorry, Seb. I truly am.”

He turns to look at me, without any expression on his face.

“I know.” He mumbles, “I wish you were my mate.”

“Honestly?” I chuckle, “Me too.”

“Don’t say that.” He shakes his head.

I give him a questioning look and he sighs harshly.

“The whole you want me as your mate thing. It only makes me want you more.” He huffs, running a hand through
his hair.

“I’m sorry, Sebastian.” I apologize, hanging my head.

I hated what I was doing to him. He was an amazing guy and he deserved the best, not heartbreak. 

“Yeah. Yeah.” He smirks, “Come on. Let’s go back to the den.”

He stands from his position on the ground and holds out a hand for me to grab. After helping me up, we walk the rest of the way to the den.

“Just remember, everything’s going to be okay.” Seb assured as we both sat on the bed.

“Yeah…..I hope so.” I murmur, staring at the ground.


The next few hours were filled with the constant jabbering of Sebastian attempting to calm my nerves. No matter what he said to me I couldn’t help, but feel nervous. The last time my family was involved with a supernatural creature, they died. I can only imagine this happening the same way.

I have no idea what is wrong with me. I don’t understand what would be making my eyes change color, but it must be something to do with my temper. Lately, I have been noticing my normally calm temper rising, for completely no reason. The littlest thing could set me off and unless I have heterochromia, I have no other suggestions for my change in eye color.

The powers are a whole other story. How can it be possible that I can move things with my mind? Do I have a form of telekinesis? That doesn’t even exist! I have no idea what’s happening to me, but I know one thing for sure, it isn’t anywhere near normal.

After 2 hours of Sebastian talking nonstop, we finally heard a light knocking, or what could better be described as incessant tapping. Sebastian rose from the bed and turned to me, “You ready?”

“No.” I breathe, “But open the door.”

With a small huff, he yanks open the door and a beautiful woman came falling through. She collapses down on the ground and curls into a ball. My eyes widen and my eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“Kathrine, Get up.” Sebastian hisses, grabbing her arm and heaving her to her feet.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t even realize I was doing that.” She says, snapping out of her daze.

She looks up at Sebastian before turning towards me and I gasp. She had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen.
They were gold in color with just a small sparkle, making them look brushed with glitter. She sported long blonde hair; tied back in a braid, with small flowers weaved in. She was wearing a long white gown that brushed the ground, but it was not dirty, and no shoes.  She made my insecurities flare and I longed to curl into myself and hide. Her gaze was intense. She had an aura of power around her that would make any man submit.

“Is this her?” she whispers, looking back over at Sebastian.

He nods his head. His expression, for once, was happy.

“Sorry about that, dear. I go into a trance sometimes. Nothing to worry about.” She mutters, stepping towards me.

“She often has contact to the other side.” Sebastian explains, when I give him a questioning look.

“Other side? Like dead people?” I ask, looking back over at her warily.

“Yes, dear. Like dead people.” She smiles, “I am the anchor to the other side.”

“What do you mean by anchor?” I mumble shyly, not wanting to ask too many questions.

“Every supernatural creature who dies goes through me to get to the other side.” She shrugs nonchalantly.

“What about death? Like the grim reaper. I thought he collected souls…”

“Okay, well first of all sweetie, the Grim Reaper isn’t real. But death does take souls, but only those of humans. I handle anything else.”

I silently nod my head and breathe in deeply. Sebastian places his hand on Katherine’s lower back and guides her closer to me.

“Claire, this is my old friend, Katherine.  She’s a witch. A very, very old witch.” He explains, giving me a look.

I immediately stand to my feet and stick out my hand.

“It’s wonderful to meet you, Katherine. I am Claire.” I say, my hand shaking slightly.

“It’s wonderful to meet you as well. Now what seems to be the problem?” she asks, crossing her arms over her

“Show her, Claire.” Seb murmurs.

And so the next hour or so is spent trying, and failing, to make me angry. The only thing that we accomplished doing was getting all of us annoyed.

“It’s no use.” I exclaim, flopping back down on the bed.

At that moment, my anger flares and the dresser slams down to the ground. Looking over at Katherine, her eyes are
wide and she is backing away from me.

“Oh, dear…” she whispers, shuffling back a step.

“What? What happened?” Sebastian demands.

“She’s right. There is something wrong with her.” She gulps, “She has the powers of a demon.”

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