Trapped [H.S]

Chapter 8: The Chosen One

Chapter 8: The Chosen One.

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*Noah’s POV*

“But Alpha, she is the one who can help us!” I say for the hundredth time.

“Why don’t you understand Noah, she is dangerous. She can kill us on her own without any help from anyone. Not even an Alpha can match her powers and strength. Hell! Not even the legends can! We will be doomed if she gets any hint of what our intentions are. We need to come up with some other plan to get to the Black Crystal.” My father says throwing his hands up in frustration.

“But dad-“ He kicks me in my stomach and I fall down with a loud thud. The corner of my mouth starts to bleed. “Sorry, Alpha.” I say as I try to stand up but fall back down clutching where he kicked me. He sure is my father, but I am not allowed to call him that. He says any kind of relationship makes you weak. That is the reason why every year on my mother’s death anniversary one chosen couple has to sacrifice his/her mate. I had to sacrifice Sarah too. I wanted to die instead of her but soon after my father I will be the Alpha, so she killed herself before I could utter a word.

“You better be.” He says through his gritted teeth. “What were you saying?” he says as he takes his seat taking off his dark violet cloak, which looks black from a distance. “Make it quick, you’ve already wasted a lot of my precious time.” He says pointing a finger at me.

“She isn’t a werewolf.” I say with my head down, my eyes fixed to the ground.

“Repeat.” He says almost in a whisper.

“She isn’t a werewolf. I mean, I couldn’t smell it. I couldn’t smell the wolf in her. Also, she hasn’t yet accepted her mate, she wants to run away. So I kind of gave her an offer. She doesn’t know the details yet, I wanted to ask for your permission first.” I finish and he walks towards me. He swings his hand behind the back of my head and grabs a handful of my hair and pulls me closer to him until his eyes in level with mine.

“Impossible!” he yells in my face. “You’re lying!” he yells again and throws me to the ground.

“I am not lying.” I say as I push myself back scared of what he might do.

“I don’t understand, how ca- Oh my god. I should’ve known” He says and his eyes widen. Suddenly his facial expression changes and a smirk appears on his face. “It’s story time, Noah. Take a seat.” He says and leads me to one of the chairs next to his throne like seat.

“A very long time ago, there were two siblings. He was brave, fast and aggressive. She was kind, loving and caring. His name was Xchomel and her name as Gizelle. He was a wizard and she was a witch. Now you must be thinking why I’m suddenly telling you a story about two kids.” He says and laughs. I just gulp down waiting for him to continue.

“Xchomel and Gizelle had one thing in common, both of them were very- what’s the word?- uh, creative. One day both of them decided to make something. Something that would change their life and so they did. Xchomel made something that would make a person immortal, powerful and extraordinary. While Gizelle made something that could heal.” He stopped and turned to face me. “Xchomel is the black liquid in the Black Crystal and Gizelle is the white liquid is the Silver Crystal.”

“So where did the BlackCrystals get the crystal from?” I asked trying to put all the pieces together.

“You see, the word about the siblings creating something extraordinary spread like wildfire and in order to protect their invention Xchomel lost his life. And that very day Gizelle fled taking both the crystals with her. She knew they will find her soon and kill her, that’s when she created werewolves. She created them to protect the Crystals. Robin and Ansel. Robin worshiped his creator where as Ansel thought it would be better if they killed her and used the crystals.

Robin refused to help Ansel and the witch overheard their conversation. That day she cursed the Black Crystal. The books say, “Whoever fails to protect the Xchomel or break it, will be cursed. They will suffer a slow and painful death.” And she took the Silver Crystal and ran away. Nobody knows where she went or where she hid the crystal. People say that she’s dead, but her spirit still protects it. But who cares about the silver crystal, it’s worth nothing.

Coming back to Black Crystal, Robin and Ansel fought over it and Robin won, hence The BlackCrystal pack and The RedWood pack. Sure there are many packs all over the world but the RedWoods and BlackCrystals were the beginning of everything.” He finishes and picks up his golden glass filled with wine. He must be feeling thirsty after all the talking.

“But what does this have to do with her?” I ask completely not getting the point of all this.

“Oh, Noah my naive son. She is the chosen one. She is the one who will free Gizelle’s spirit. She has multiple spirits inside her that are stopping her from becoming a werewolf.” He states.

“What? How?” I ask getting more curious.

“I don’t know how. But tell me Noah, aren’t both of her parents werewolves?” he asks arching an eyebrow at me.

“Yes.” I answer

“Then why hasn’t she shifted yet? How is she resisting the mate-pull? A normal werewolf, not even a human can resist the mate-pull. Even I couldn’t.” He pauses. “You continue with that plan of yours, she’s not a threat for us because she’s clueless. And we’ll kill her before she can wrap her head around any of this.”

“But she’s innocent.” I say earning a slap on my face.

“Do I look like I CARE!?” he yells again.

“No, Alpha.” I say shaking my head.

“Get out and don’t show me your face until you bring me the Black Crystal.” He spits with disgust.

*Jennifer’s POV*

I have been getting these weird feelings since yesterday. Every time I try to get out of the bed my head spins and I fall back down. I don’t understand what’s wrong with me. I feel like being alone. Nora and Harry have been trying to talk to me but I brush them off. All I do is sleep. I have not eaten in hours and I don’t even feel like eating.

I feel like total shit and I refuse to stay like this. I have to get out of this bed.

I pull the covers off me and slowly sit up straight.

‘Okay, here goes nothing.’ I say in my head and push myself up. This time my head doesn’t spin. I am standing on my feet feeling completely fine. ‘God I’m stinking.’ I think sniffing myself. I decide to take a shower. i pull out a fluffy white towel from the closet and head to the bathroom.

I take all my clothes off and before I could step into the shower something catches me eyes. I turn to look into the mirror and almost scream as I see a picture of myself looking at me smiling widely.

“How can this happen?” I say in disbelief. I take a cautious step towards the mirror and the image doesn’t move. It’s still staring at me, grinning widely. I bring my hand forward to touch the mirror. As my fingertips touch the mirror I pull my hand back and pour cold water on it to wash off the burning sensation. I look up and see the image smirking at me.

“Who are you?” I ask.

“I can’t tell you until unless you believe in me. But you soon will, You will know who you really are.” She says and the image slowly starts fading.

“What?” I say and touch the mirror to stop it from going away. And this time my fingers don’t burn. “Wait! Come back! Who am i? Please tell me!” I scream but she doesn’t come. Suddenly I hear a knock on the bathroom door. “Jenny? Are you alright?” Harry says furiously knocking the door.

“Yeah I am.” I lie. I am most certainly not alright. It’s like I don’t even know who I am anymore.

Werewolves, secrets, hidden doors. I can’t take this anymore. I need to get out of here, away from here! I need to tell Noah that I’m ready! But how do I do that? And most importantly why should I trust him? I don’t understand this. But again, I don’t even want to understand anything. I need to get the fuck out of this creepy place.