My mouth drops open and I find myself wishing for fresh air in my lungs
“What?” Sebastian gasps, “How is that possible?”
“It isn’t.” Katherine murmurs, looking at me with wide eyes, “She can’t be a werewolf.”
“I am a werewolf!” I exclaim, “I have a mate!”
“Well I guess it is possible. It’s not something you want to hear however……” she trails off, wringing her hands nervously.
“Tell me!” I yelp, standing to my feet in front of her.
My anger had long since dissolved and my eyes had turned back to normal.
“It is very possible that your mother or your father may have been a demon.” She explains, slowly.
“No. Both my parents were werewolves.” I deny, shaking my head.
“You can’t be a werewolf with the powers of a demon. That definitely isn’t possible. That kind of thing doesn't exist.” She replies, biting her lip.
“My parents weren’t demons. Trust me I would know.” I demand, crossing my arms over my chest.
“What if your mom had an affair?” Sebastian whispers quietly.
“NO! She wouldn’t have done that!” I yelp, jolting back as if he burned me.
“It is very possible, Claire.” She murmurs, looking at me with sympathy, “Do you look like your father?”
“Of course I did! I was my father’s child!” I yell, outraged.
My anger flares once again and my eyes sting momentarily.
“Claire, you need to calm down!” Sebastian warns, giving me a look.
Katherine shifts her gaze from me to him, raising an eyebrow.
“I am not the enemy here, Claire. It’s whatever did this to you. You need to calm down now.” She commands,
causing me to flinch back at her voice of power.
She forces me into submission and I bow my head.
“Good. Now answer me truthfully. Is there any way to contact your parents?” she asks, both of her eyebrows raised.
“No.” I shake my head.
“They passed away.” I mutter, looking at the ground.
“I am the anchor to the other side for a reason aren’t I?” she smirks, “What are their names?”
“Emma and Matthew Summers.” I whisper, smiling at the memories we once had.
She closes her eyes and mumbles, “Just a moment.”
She collapses back into Sebastian and he lets out a strained grunt at the weight of the woman. She wasn’t heavy in
any means. She looked like a stick.
“I fucking hate when she does that.” He complains, heaving her body onto the bed.
“Does she do that often?” I wonder.
“All the time.” He grumbles, “She calls it her own personal trust fall.”
I laugh and he gives me a small smile. We were okay.
For a few minutes we each sit in silence, but I am the first one to break it.
“So how are you friends with her?” I wonder, trying to start a conversation.
“We grew up together.” He sighs, his eyes losing focus momentarily.
“Did you guys grow apart?” I ask.
“Yeah. We did.” He nods, biting his bottom lip.
I notice the tears welling in his eyes and he tries to blink them away.
“What’s wrong, Seb?” I worry, placing a hand on his forearm.
“Nothing.” He shakes his head, “We used to be really good friends is all.”
“Why are you crying, Seb?” I comfort, leaning closer to him.
“I’m so sorry, Claire. I’m such an idiot.” He cries, throwing his arms around me.
My lips part in shock and I wrap my arms around him, pulling him closer. He has tears streaming down his face and tiny sobs spilling from his mouth. His arms are wrapped around my waist and his head is buried in my neck.
“I’m so stupid. I should never have come onto you.” He whimpers.
“It’s okay, Seb. It’s okay.” I whisper, rubbing his back.
“No! It’s not!” he sobs, “I used you! All because she didn’t want me!”
I hold him close to me for several minutes, until he finally pulls away and wipes his eyes. Looking over at Katherine, I see she is still passed out.
“I should never have invited her here.” He whispers, shaking his head, “Why did I think I could stand it?”
“What are you talking about, Sebastian?” I say softly.
He looks over at me with glassy eyes, “Claire……She’s my….mate.”
“What?!” I gasp, jumping up, “You found your mate?”
He solemnly nods his head and wipes the rest of the tears from his face.
“Why aren’t you happy, Seb? This should be the greatest day of your life!” I exclaim, throwing up my hands.
“Why would I be happy right now? Because I got to see the mate that rejected me hundreds of years ago?” he
snaps, rubbing his hands over his face.
“What?” I breathe, “She rejected you?”
He nods his head, “Immediately. We locked eyes and she said that she didn’t want me. I mean, I guess in a sense
we’re still mates because she didn’t say the exact words. That’s probably why I’m still alive..”
“Oh….Sebastian, I’m so sorry.” I mumble, wrapping my arms around his neck again.
“I thought I was over it,” He sighs, “I thought I wouldn’t feel like this when I saw her again, but I do.”
“Of course you’re still going to feel this way. She’s your mate, Seb.” I commented.
“I know.” He cries, as a whole new bunch of tears arrive.
“Why did she reject you?” I ask lightly, hoping I wouldn’t upset him.
“It isn’t legal with the council. It wasn’t then either. She didn’t want to be killed. I don’t blame her.” He chuckles, sorrowfully.
He leans forward slightly and his bangs flop forward, but he makes no move to correct them.
“Why wasn’t it legal?” I murmur, pushing his hair back.
“She’s a witch. I’m a wolf. It shouldn’t have happened. I shouldn’t be mated to her. Weres are only ever mated with
humans and even then it’s a rarity.” He mumbles, running a hand through his hair.
“But you are mates though!” I yelp, pulling away from him.
I can feel my annoyance with the council growing.
“That doesn’t matter. It’s frowned upon.” He sighs, putting his face in his hands.
Katherine is still in a trance behind him, and he casts her a sideways glance.
“That’s not right.” I stand up, pacing over to the door and back again.
“Claire…..look, there isn’t anything that you can do. Nothing that didn't I already try.” He huffs, “Nothing can be done that won’t alert the council. If the council is alerted we die.”
“But you shouldn’t have to live like this!” I shout, “You should be happy! You deserve it, Seb!”
He looks up at me and shrugs, “There’s nothing we can do.”
Sighing, I sit back down on the bed, fuming.
“How long ago did you meet her?” I mumble, gritting my teeth.
“I told you. I’ve known her since we were young.” He replies, looking over at me.
“Well I meant when did you find out she was your mate?” I correct, flushing slightly.
“A couple hundred years ago.” He murmurs, running his hands through his hair and pulling at the strands.
“A couple hundred……What?!” I exclaim, looking at him with an expression of disbelief.
He nods his head, “Yeah. We’ve been alive a long, long time.”
“You’ve been alive for over a hundred years?!” I yelp.
“Claire…..we live forever….You didn’t know that?” he questions, casting me a look.
“No.” I breathe, shaking my head, “How old are you?”
“Right now, I’m….” he trails off, scrunching his eyebrows in thought, “Four hundred and thirty-two years old.”
“Oh my goddess!” I shout, bringing a hand to my head.
“You never went to school?” he asks, furrowing his eyebrows again.
“Of course, I did, but we were never taught that….”I mutter, kicking the floor with my toe.
He nods his head slowly, almost like he is trying to absorb the information.
“How do you look so…..” I trail off.
“You age like a human, until you reach the age of 18. Then you stop aging completely. That’s how every supernatural creature ages.” He rubs the back of his neck.
“Oh…” I murmur, looking over at Katherine.
In that moment, she leaps up from the bed and lands on the floor. Sebastian sighs and helps her up.
“Still have trouble returning to reality?” He teases.
“Shut up.” She laughs, elbowing him in the rib cage.
He fakes being hurt, holding his side and groaning. And for the first time since she got here, they genuinely looked
like mates. A small smile slips onto my face as I watch them goof around.
After a few minutes, I finally say, “So did you find my parents?”
Katherine immediately straightens up and steps away from Sebastian, almost like she had forgotten I was in the room. Sebastian glares at me and I momentarily regret interrupting.
“That’s the thing.” Katherine answers, “Are you positive that they are deceased?”
I nod my head, “Yes. I watched them die.”
She furrows her eyebrows and rubs her chin, “How did they die?”
“Suicide. Drove off a bridge.” I mutter, looking at the wall above her head.
She cocks her head to the side and a sympathetic expression appears on her face.
“Oh honey….” She sighs, “That’s why I couldn’t find them. They aren’t on the other side. They must be in purgatory.”