Fearless

Chapter 32: Story Told

--Claire's P.O.V--

We are now currently sitting in Ray's living room. Lila, Ray, Vicky, Kathy, David, Keith, Zach, Adrian I.

"Tell us, please. We want to help." Vicky said. For some reason, I'm really nervous. I can't help but imagine the worst when I tell them.

"Claire, you tell them." Adrian said. He didn't want to tell them but we can use the help so why not? I nodded and looked at my hands which are placed on my lap.

"Well, as you guys know. Adrian and I are rogues. We were kicked out by our parents. He was eight when he had to practically raise and protect me. I was four by that time. Pretty young if you ask me..." I felt tears for in my eyes. "Umm, our father was the Alpha of the, uhm, Silver Stoned Pack.." they all gasped, except my brother.

"I thought it was myth." Kathy gasped.

"So your.. Special?" Lila asked. I nodded.

"Keep going." Ray said as he stood up and sat next to me.

"Well, after our parents kicked us out, they sent men to search for us, and, well you know.. Kill us. But Adrian managed to prevent us from being found for all these years." I smile sadly, but they all know it's fake. "My dad is an elemental, I guess his genes were more prominent and it was passed on to us. But I don't actually remember much about him, or my mom."I shrug lightly as I look down at my lap.

"So what can you guys do?" Vicky asked curiously.

"Adrian can control water and somehow make it appear. I can do stuff with lightening. But I'm not as trained as Adrian so I can't use it.. I wouldn't know how to control it. I mean I've tried when it storms."

"Clai--"

"Raymond!" A voice squealed. Everyone groaned, except me abd Adrian. We just sat there with our confused expressiones.

The door swung opened and a redhead stood their. She was wearing a cropped top tank top that exposed all her stomach and her boob line, extremely tight jeans that seemed as if she took a breathe, they'd pop loose. And to top it off she was wearing heals. And when I say heals, I mean HEALS. They are so tall. I wouldn't be suprised if a clown comes up to her and says 'There's my sister!!'. I mean, look at her. She looks like a cake smooshed her face. But she is still pretty.

She glared at me, which only made me more confused. I followed her glare to my hands. Ray's hand was on my thigh. I felt my cheeks flush. I looked up at her and she walked towards us.

For some reason I felt really jealous of her. Maybe it's because of the way her hair falls perfectly with bright curls, or maybe that she is very pretty. Or maybe it's the way she's walking.

She walks up to me and slaps me.

OH, HELL NO!!