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Aires pov...
Over a year ago I found out that I was Tate Hale, that my mother wasn't actually my mother, that my whole childhood had been a lie. After that I never really looked into it again.
I got my answer.
I was Tate Hale, Talia raised me. That was all I needed to know.
I never really cared about my father, or who he was. I assumed he was a nobody, a coward. But this whole time I had known him. He had been a part of my life.
He was my protector.
Slowly, I opened the door to Allison's bedroom and slipped inside. I hadn't been inside the room for months, not since she was alive. With a hint of a frown, I slid into her bed, pulling the covers up to my face.
"I really fucking need you, Alli."
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Aires pov...
I had allowed myself a couple hours of walling in self pity before I dragged myself out of Allison's bed and forced myself out of the door. Despite everything that had happened in the span of twenty four hours, I had yet to shed a tear.
If I started to cry, I didn't think I would ever stop.
My face remained expressionless as I stormed up the stone steps towards the loft. No frown, no sass, no sarcasm. I was truly and completely hollow inside. Every time I thought the universe was finally giving me a break I was greeted with a slap across the face and then thrown off a mountain. And somehow, I had survived every goddamn time.
I wanted answers- needed them. I had gone too long allowing myself to live in delusion when really I knew what I needed to do. If Peter wasn't going to talk then there would be a bloodbath. I didn't care that he was my father, the man was nothing but a lying, betraying bastard to me.
"One day, you, me, Derek, Cora, Lilith and Laura went down to the lake. It was winter, and the night before it had snowed. I remember looking out that morning and seeing ice cover the water and immediately I ran into your room and begged you to take me on the ice. We were out there for hours, laughing, falling, skating. It was the best day of my life." A sickening silence stretched between us as I narrowed my eyes on the man. "It wasn't real, was it?"
The memory I once loved took place one Christmas, it had been the best few days of my life, or so I thought. Looking back at the memory, everything was perfect, too perfect. And I immediately knew what was in my head was nothing but a lie.
"No." Peter whispered with a slow shake of his head, sending a race of fury through my chest.
"All the parties, the fancy dinners, the adventures- None of it was real? None of it?"
"Not all of it."
I wanted to scream, to rip apart everything, to go on a rampage and destroy anyone who crossed my path. But instead I stood at the entrance of the loft with a blank expression on my face.
Don't let them see anything, Aires.
Don't let them hear your heart break.
"There's this one christmas, the one when I was eight." I forced out as I swallowed the bile that rose in the back of my throat. "It was just after Malia but before Eichen House. What happened on that day, Peter? It's all a blur and it's one of the only memories I have that isn't crystal clear, the only one that doesn't make sense."
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shattered soul [teen wolf]
Teen Fiction[BOOK THREE] Aires Hale always believed she was cursed, but it wasn't until the night that Allison Argent died that her worst fear became her reality. Everyone she loved died. Leaving her left alone in a world that couldn't contain her. After killi...