~BOOK 2~ Paranormal: A Lycan's Fearful Past (Multi-Bandom FanFic)

Chapter 2 - Rachael

I was in the sitting room with Pete, Joe, and Andy. Patrick was in the other room, on the phone with the pack house. I sat at the piano, staring at the keys with my hands folded in my lap. Pete was by the table with the bucket of ice and bottles of alcohol. He picked one out and popped the cork out, drinking straight from the bottle.

"You know, this is so typical of those mutts," He muttered under his breath. I glanced over at him. "Something happens within the immediate family and then they shut everyone out. I swear they're species-ist."

"That's not even a word, Pete," Andy retorted, unamused by Pete's commentary. We all were.

"Well that's what they are. They think they're the best things around, that nothing can be superior to them. Well guess what?" He slammed the bottle down into the ice, "We're superior to them."

"Pete, just stop," Joe begged, shaking his head, "Get it through your head that we're the underdogs and that's how it's going to be as long as those freaking mutts are reigning...we've got to live by their rules. For Rachael. For Patrick."

"Yeah, but-"

Before Pete could go off on a tangent on having world domination again, Patrick entered the room, a somber expression on his face.

I stood up and asked, "Well?"

"They haven't found her yet," He disclosed to us.

"Oh, what a shame..." Pete mumbled, "...they can't find her. Looks like they're shit out of luck, huh?"

I shot a glare over at him. I didn't know what it was, but I swear he'd become more bitter, more cynical over the course of these past few months. His arrogance seemed to be more intense lately and I didn't know why, I wasn't even sure his friends noticed it because they'd been together so long and maybe this was just another one of his "phases".

"Actually no, they're not," Patrick replied, meeting my gaze with a sly smirk on his face, "Rachael?"

"Patrick?" I replied in the same tone he had.

He approached me and took my hands in his, "You want to maybe do a location spell?"

I laughed and slipped my hands out of his, shaking my head no.

"What? Why? Rachael, if you do a location spell we can find her and save her! Before any of those mu-" He cut himself short and chuckled nervously, "My apologies. Before any of their pack does. Kenya saved you, Rach, it's time for you to save her."

I swallowed hard, "I can't."

Now, it wasn't that I didn't want to save her, because I did. But...there was a problem.

"Of course you can," Patrick encouraged me, gripping my upper arms and looking me in the eyes, "You're a Supreme's daughter, Rachael. You can do a simple location spell. And you won't have to worry about the darkness anymore - it's gone."

It actually wasn't. That knife...the one my sister stabbed me with that absorbed the dark magic out of me...it only took as much as it could hold, which was nothing compared to the amount of dark magic I possessed. It was like taking a bucket of water from the ocean. It didn't make much of a difference. The darkness still resided inside of me, I could feel it.

I hadn't used my powers since the day I woke back up, the day I came back. And I was scared shitless about using it again. I didn't want to unleash the darkness that made me me.

"Rachael, it's just one harmless spell. Plus, don't you want your best friend back?"

I sighed, "Patrick, I do, but it's not as easy as you think..."