A Rouge with Powers

Chapter 7

"Yeah, at first I thought the place looked horrific, but after a few visits, I've learned that true beauty resides from the inside and not from the outside. Plus the food is amazing." Jax says through a mouthful of waffles. 

"The food is truly amazing." I reply cutting up the last few pieces of my pancakes. He nods chugging a glass of milk. I just slowly eat while I watch him devour his food. Looking around this diner, I notice its very busy but the only customers that this diner seems to attract is older couples, not a person our age in this place.

"Where are your parents?" I ask without thinking about what kind of reaction I'd get from him. From the instant change in his demeanor, I knew I had made a mistake bringing them up. He puts down his fork and wipes his face. Meeting me with a cold expression, an expression I know all too well, all too familiar. 

"They were killed." Was all he said. I freeze knowing all too well the tone he uses. Just taking a guess, I'm assuming rouges had a part in this.

"How?" My curiosity gets the best of me. My words betraying me, before I realized what I had asked, Jax had already decided on how he was gonna answer. A silence fills our table as his eyes run from side to side, stopping after a few seconds, gently grabbing his cup and downing the rest of the liquid inside. My eyes glued to him, part of me wants to look away and change the subject, but the curiosity in me keeps me stuck in place, not able to break away.

"Rouges happened." He spits out. I involuntarily flinch at the coldness of his tone. I have gotten used to this tone as other wolves, in the past, have given me  because of my parents and because I am a rouge as well. But for some reason when he uses this same tone with me, it stirs something inside of me. I try my hardest not to show how much that affected me. 

"The Potts killed them." He adds, I freeze at the mention of my parents, of course it had to be my parents. Just one more thing to add to the list of reasons why Jax will end up rejecting me. Why I can't ever be with my mate and be happy.

I look down at my food knowing all too well that I've completely lost my appetite. I hate that I'm a rouge, that my parents forced me into this kind of life. I hate how much my parents are ruining my life with every passing day. A life that I'm forced to endure alone, that I don't have a choice on how I can live because pack wolves can't trust rouges. I hate how much of Jax's life my parents have ruined. Once he finds out he could never look at me the same right? Who wants to mates with the daughter of their parents murders. Coming to the conclusion that I can't hope for a future with Jax or even a future with a pack. My only option is to transition into the human world, a world where rouges and wolves don't mean a thing. Somewhere I can belong without the instant hate from my peers. Just the thought of not having the instant hate just because of my roots brings a small smile to my face. 

"Oh." Was all I could muster. Even though we are suppose to be mates, his hatred for rouges overpowers our bond and I can feel it at this very moment. Jax takes a few breaths and then looks back up at me and gives me a very forced smile. I see him eye my plate, my pancakes pretty much gone, but my has browns and sausage just sit there untouched. Being the offspring to the most well known and powerful rouges to the wolf world is hard to deal with. Knowing that most hardships that pack wolves have to deal with is because of my parents just makes me uneasy, troubled, maybe? The effort to distance myself from them never gets easier, as long as I can remember no one has ever given me a chance to show them the real wolf that I am.  

"Not hungry anymore?" I shake my head, giving him a lie that I have a stomach ache. I can tell he didn't believe me but doesn't push it. Jax's mouth opens, getting ready to say something but stops when our attention is forced to the entrance of the diner, the door slamming against the wall from behind. A muddy haired boy, panic oozing out of him, his head spinning in all different directions like he's looking for someone. His eyes lands on the two of and runs right to our table smelling like blood. His hands dirty with red and brown colors, blood and dirt?