Chapter 11:
You know when sometimes you feel so sad, that you just space out - unaware of whatever is going on? That's exactly what I feel right now. I just sat there, dazed out in my own rage and sadness. I walked alongside Xavier, Brent and Tyler were carrying my brother's torn, bloodied body. My walls were up and I wasn't aware of anything going on. I felt a nudge on my shoulder. "Jezebelle." Xavier tried getting my attention, but it didn't work.
I ignored him and he seemed to get the message.
When we got back to the house, I just went up to Xavier's room. I closed the door and slid down to the floor. I put my head in my hands and silent tears fell down my cheeks. How could this happen? How could I have let this happen?
My wolf was quiet, curled in the back of my mind - drowned in utter heartbreak and mourn. I didn't blame her. I sensed Xavier, but didn't move. "Jez, can I come in?" I didn't answer. I couldn't talk. My emotions were a mixture of rage and mourn.
Worst combination of emotions.
"Jezebelle?" I kept ignoring him. I felt my body heat up and and I clenched my fists. My fists instantly engulfed into black flames. I stood up and walked away from the door. Xavier walked in and closed the door. He turned around, but froze when he saw my trembling body and fists lit in black fire. He took a cautious step towards me. "Calm down. It couldn't -"
"Don't you dare say that it couldn't have been stopped!" I roared, power radiating off of me in waves. Xavier tensed and worry filled his eyes. "Do you know anything about your Aunt Dalia? She was like you. She was very powerful, stubborn, confident, smart, skillful - the complete package of a dangerous werewolf, if angered or turned evil." I cooled down and sat down on the bed. Xavier slowly sat next to me. "Your aunt was the most feared white wolf to ever exist. She destroyed packs that are, now, extinct. She was the alpha of a large pack and never found her mate, according to the legends. Some say she didn't have a mate because she had no soul." He finished.
I was stunned. I was turning into that? "Dalia was jealous of Annabeth because your mother had a mate and a loyal, strong pack. Dalia knew about you and Jace. She had one child, Klayton Rosehart . Nobody knows what happened to him. Some say Dalia killed him. Others say he's still alive. The father was unknown." I had more family. I had a cousin possibly somewhere, alive. I didn't care about Dalia, all I wanted to do was find Klayton. "When was Klayton born?"
"I think...a year before you. You're not...thinking about searching for him, are you?" I ran my hand threw my hair. "He's my only bloodline left, Xavier." He shook his head. "No, Dalia wasn't found. She left before the Fall, or the war that killed all the white wolves." My heart was racing and my wolf was pacing anxiously. 'We could find them and have a family.' I disapproved immediately. 'We can't go find the most feared white wolf and her kid. That's crazy.' She growled in annoyance. 'Jezebelle, we could find more about our family. We could find our family. We could change Dalia and Klayton and they could fight with us in the oncoming war with the head council.' She went silent and I thought about her offer.
"You aren't actually, seriously thinking about finding Klayton and Dalia, are you?" I nodded my head, looking up at him. "Oh, yes I am." He shook his head. "No, you aren't leaving. You almost died last time you left." I growled deeply. "They're the only family I have left. They could help us in the war. We could have a powerful, deadly wolf help us." Xavier stood up and ran a hand threw his hair. "Yeah, a powerful and deadly wolf that almost destroyed everything. We can't trust Dalia, she could kill us."
"You don't know that!" I argued, standing up. Xavier stopped pacing and stood in front of me. "I said no. You're not going out to find Dalia, or Klayton. That's final." He snapped and stormed out of the room. 'You should go out and look for them anyways.' My wolf piped up and I agreed. 'Where would we start though?'
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Werewolf"Run Jezabelle!" My father shouted. I was frozen. I couldn't move. I stared at the bloody mess that was once my mother, tears falling down my cheeks. I looked up at the wolf that murdered my mother. He lunged at me, but I was shoved away. I hit the...
