The Fox and the Alpha

Chapter 11- Family

(A/N: Hello! Sorry I hadn't written in a while but I have exams or finals or whatever you call it so I dont have a lot of time. Hope you understand. :) I'm also sorry this chapter isn't very long but I haven't updated in a while and I dont want to keep you waiting any longer. Enjoy. )

I looked at her dumbfounded. 'What the fuck is she talking about?'

"What the fuck are you talking about? " I said crossing my arms defensively.

" I told you already. I'm your cousin. I thought Foxspirits were smart! " She said with an amused and playful smile. Not a smirk, a smile,like a genuine smile. She seemed nice. Too nice. How the hell was she related to me?

Getting over the fact that she already knew what I was, I went straight to the point, just like she had

"So why did your parents shot me?"- I said

'She was human, and the people who shot me were human so I'm guessing she was their daughter. '

"What makes you think I didn't shot you myself? " She said trying to pull an evil smirk, a but looking completely adorable instead.

I laughed slightly at her adorable attempt to look mysterious. 'God she should met Ian.'

" You seem to nice and kind to shot me, or anyone that is." I said smiling, and hoping to get some of the tension away.

Her face turned into a dark shade of red and she stared at the wooden floor for a few seconds after looking back at me with a determined look on her face.

"My greatgrandmother, your mother's sister, was killed.." She started, biting her lip and not meeting my eyes.

'I have an aunt too?' I thought dumbfounded.

'You see to have cousins, normally your paremts have to have siblings. Normally.' The sarcastic coice in my head pointed out, making me mentally face palm at my onw stupidity.

She looked like she wanted to say something and, although I was beyond curious about this unknown aunt of mine, I didn't pressure her. I knew it was hard to talk about family.

"Since then, my grandfather has been looking for the rest of our family. He met...someone a few years after our mother died that told him all about your family and what you were. He told my grandfather  all about your father and He looked for you and your brothers ever since. Then he met my grandmother and a few years later, my Dad was in the picture...

He carried on with the search. Met my mom along the way, and had me. When we found you, we thought we would find the whole family, but at least we found you." She said with a genuine smile,that always seemed to be present on her face.

"Okay... I believe you." I truthfully with my brows furrowed, the words that had just came out of my mouth being quite foreign to me

I really did believe her, or at least believed that she was telling what she thought it was true. You never know what parents tell their kids.

"But my mother was a fox and the gene is dominant, so why aren't you like me?" I asked raising my eyebrows.

"I only know what my father told me. He said that your grandmother was human so her daughters were only half fox. Your mother's body,  although aged as slow as normal foxes, wasn't as strong, and couldn't handle three fox babies. That's... why she died..." She paused for a while, searching for a reaction.

I kept an emotionless face, hide the tsunami of sadness that had just collided with me.

'She died because she wasn't strong enough.'