Demons

Chapter 15 - Growing Up...

Ivy's pov:
These last couple of days gave been rather...abnormal. I mean, I've barely been here long enough to know what's even normal, but it doesn't take a genius to see that the pack has been attacked because of all the grieving pack-members I've spotted. I might only be eleven years old and I'm supposed to be too young to even recognize certain things, but with my upbringing in the woods in a worn-down cabin, I know over a hundred things that I'm not supposed to.

My dad and Kate...well, I don't know if I call her Kate or if I can call her mum. Dad is...well, I know he's my dad so I don't really have to call him by his name. He probably doesn't want me to either, but at the same time, we only just met. It feels weird when I call out 'dad' and he shows up. I'm not used to it. I didn't grow up with him. I'm not used to having a mum either so that feels even weirder. For Damian it's easy. They're both his parents, but in my case, only my father is directly related to me while Kate...she's sort of a mum, but at the same time she isn't.

What I was going to say originally was that dad and Kate has been super-busy. I've spent my time more with my newfound little brother Damian and I've enjoyed getting to know him, but I can see that what happened a few days ago has left its toll on everybody. Sometimes the looks that people give my dad and Kate as they walk down the halls, lead me to believe that something is out of place. The looks aren't filled of respect or the feeling of safety...it's fear.

Fear, is an emotion I know far too well from when I was alone in the woods running away from the big bad wolf. When I think about it, it's actually kind of weird that he didn't catch me before Alec found me. Despite the fact that I had a gun, which a girl at my age should never have, I was pretty defenseless out there. Even I know that, but at the same time, I have the feeling that he 'let' me go. On the same day, he attacked the pack I sought refuge in. Coincidence?

This is my third day in the pack and it's way past our curfew. I'm still sleeping at the hospital with little Damian, in the same room as Alec who is still being treated but it doesn't seem like there's much they can do unless he starts wiggling his toes. They don't know when or if that's ever going to happen, but I hope it does. He seems like a good and funny person. He was the one that brought me back here, who made me put my guard down and brought me to my real father, his mate and my half-brother.

It's a little chilly in the room as I sneak out of the bed I share with Damian before I find my way to the window-frame and see the moonlight sneak through the window. I'm still used to being out in the woods at this time of day...night, and every night since I got here, except for the first night, I've snuck over to the window. The landscape outside is covered in pure darkness and despite of being used to that, I'm slightly scared of what might suddenly just pop out of the woods and run towards the mansion in terms of a wolf or worse...him.

He said he was my grandfather, like the father of my father, but I've only ever come to know him as one thing – a monster. He's never come after me physically. It was never about integrity of never touching a child because he had apparently done that before, it was rather the fact that my grandmother...and Brutus sometimes, got in the way of him putting any harm to me.

I felt bad when they both urged me to run off when I had the chance. They knew they'd get punished, but they didn't care as long as I got out of there. They said they'd survive it as long as I got out of there, but what about what I could take? What about the fact that I'd know of their punishments and that they were all because of me?

Lost in my own trail of thoughts, I notice the door open with a slight squeaking sound. I turn my head as I see Kate. She always come to check up on Damian and me during the nights. She hasn't forgotten about either of us despite of how busy she must be as the Luna of this troubled pack. My father checks up on us whenever he can, but he's busier than Kate usually so he doesn't come around as often as he would probably like to.