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The truth

"Wait hold up, what?"
"Please just sit down and let me explain."
"Are you kidding me right now?"
"No Loralie. Please just sit down."
"No... I wont sit down. I cant believe you lied to me all those years." I yell

My fingers tremble as I play with my necklace with the charm of a wolf on it. This necklace had been given to me by my "mom" from my dead father. He died before he had a chance to give it to me. Playing with my necklace is usually what I do when I get nervous. I cant recall a day when I haven't worn it. Somehow it always made me feel better in my time of need. Its almost as if a piece of him was always with me.

"So I guess the first thing you should know is that, well, as I've explained it before...im not your real mother. When your father and your mother met, they knew right away that they loved each other. It was almost as if it was love at first sight, you could say. 9 months later she had to make the hardest decision of her life. The problem was that while she had you in her stomach something went wrong and she had the choice of either to save herself and let you die or conceive you and die minutes later. She chose to save you instead."

I was clutching my necklace so hard now that my knuckles were becoming white. My throat hurt from trying to swallow back the tears. She continued.

"Before your mother died she gave him her necklace that you wear around your neck."

She said pointing to my neck where the wolf pendant laid.

"She gave it to him and said to give it to the beautiful miracle she gave birth to. You. The loss drove your father mad. He killed himself right after he gave you to me with the necklace around your neck. I'm actually your aunt."

I stared at her in awe. My brain felt like it was going to explode from all the information given to me. I stand up and walk back and forth, thoughts running through my head like a heard of animals.

"Now for the hard part..."
"That wasn't the hard part??!!"
"No it wasn't. The death of your mother drove your father crazy because she was his mate."
"His mate?" I stare at her in confusion
"Yes, mate. Your mother and father were ..."
"Stop. Just stop talking because I dont believe you. Your crazy and delusional. I HATE YOU!!!" I scream

I grab my backpack from the couch ad run for the door. I unlock it and run. I dont stop and I dont look back. I can hear her yelling my name but I just keep running straight for the forest. I never want to see her again. After a good 10 minutes of running through the woods I stop to catch my breath. I cant believe it, I just cant. I replay the memory in my head over and over but it just doesnt make sense.

"Yes, mate. Loralie, your mother and father were...werewolves."