Torian Grae

Chapter Eight: Rachel

He sat there worried in his math class, as his teacher, Mr. Baca, droned on.

"This is why these two shapes are parallel from each other." Mr. Baca said lamely, then Jonah zoned out again.

He should've listened to Logan, all Torian Grae was, was poison. Addicting at first but in the end would hurt and leave scars behind.

Even a friendship was unsure for Torian's intentions. Torian had no desire for remaining committed, whether a man or a woman.

He would never become the prey by falling for the beast. Ever.

As the class bell rang, and he learned nothing. As it was time for food decided to go to out for lunch so it wouldn't be awkward in the lunchroom.

As he was walking out to his car, he heard a low voice, "Jonah, talk to me."

"No."

"Jonah just listen, I have a reason." Torian pleaded.

"A reason for what?" He snapped.

"A reason for suddenly talking to you." Torian said.

"What is that?" He asked, putting his hands on hips.

"Have you been having a strange dream lately?" Torian asked, taking a careful step towards Jonah.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Jonah lied.

"This dream includes a silver wolf, yes?" Torian said slowly.

Jonah looked at Torian in fear, "What, how do you know?"

"There's a lot to explain." Torian said, "But if we go somewhere in private, I can explain all of this."

Jonah sighed, "Fine. I don't want to be here, so I'm going home, mom should be there, so you can come over and explain yourself."

Torian nodded.

As they walked to their separate cars, he felt satisfied he was finally going to get answers.

Torian was following behind his car, which made Jonah pleased to see he was keeping his word.

When he reached his house, he could tell something was off.

He felt his stomach drop when he saw the front door had been ripped off the hinges.

Deep grooves were on the walls, looking like claw marks.

"Mom?" He shouted, feeling his anxiety rise. He scoured the kitchen, where Rachel was usually at.

He checked the downstairs bathroom, finally he frantically sprinted up the stairs.

He reached his parent's bedroom and started to scream. He could see her head, but her other body parts were strewn across the room. Blood was splattered on the bed itself and on the walls.

She was dead.

Jonah fell to his knees, overwhelmed with fear and sorrow.

"Jonah are you okay?" Torian asked running towards him.

As Torian looked into the room, the blood drained from his face. "The Corrupted did this."

Jonah looked up at Torian, "The what?" He asked, puzzled.

"Let's go downstairs, we have a lot to talk about." Torian was pulling Jonah up.

"No, I can't leave her." Jonah whispered.

"We can come back up, I think you just need time to process what just happened." Torian said gently, grabbing Jonah's hand.

Jonah's hand immediately had sparks sent up his arm. He shivered, enjoying Torian's touch.

He held Torian's hand as they made their way to the living room, he then began to hyperventilate. Torian brought Jonah to his chest, "Breathe Jonah, take deep breaths."

"B-But, she's gone." He sobbed into Torian.

"I know, and I'm sorry." Torian said, rubbing his back soothingly.

Jonah felt his body practically melt into Torian's, like they two puzzle pieces that fit together, that made sense. Wherever Torian touched, he felt a burning sensation, which he didn't know why or how he felt this way, how he felt about anything.

All he could think of was his mom, how she would give him a smile that made her dark eyes sparkle. How she used to sing him songs from the her Irish heritage. And how she would teach him to cook in the summer, and now it felt like the keystone from his foundation was gone, making his tower crumble underneath him.

"Do you want me to hold you then tell you later?" Torian asked, his eyes wide.

This was the first time Jonah actually looked at Torian's face.

Torian had bright blue eyes that looked to hold a lot of strength. High cheekbones that any girl would be jealous for, and a scar that was above his left eye. His eyes held such compassion and affection Jonah felt he didn't deserve it.

"Weird, you have the same scar as the silver wolf thingy in my dream." He said, touching the scar gently.

He felt Torian's body stiffen to his touch, but soon relaxed as he got slightly used to Jonah's touch.

Torian took Jonah's hand and sat on the couch, placing Jonah on his lap.

Jonah, too tired and sad to push Torian away, gave in.

"I was going to have my daily chat with mom after school, now I guess I never will." He said, tears falling again.

"I'm sorry." Torian said sadly, stroking Jonah's hair.

"You didn't kill her, I'm not mad at you." Jonah said.

"Well I may be the reason the Corrupted attacked your mother." Torian said, a pained look on his face.

Jonah jumped up, "You have some explaining to do." He said, trying to maintain his anger.

"I'm not exactly what you think I am, have you heard the legends of the werewolf?"