Human

Eighteen

Bella's pov

"Wait are you serious?" I asked not believing the guy I liked for so long, has now found his soulmate. He nodded, the smile still on his face.

"Congrats man." Ethan said with a nod, turning to me now. "So about that date," I laughed "What about it?"

He was tracing the lines on my palm with his finger "How about Friday night?" I thought about it "Sorry, I can't. My dad is coming back on Friday." He frowned.

"So you're still crashing at Julian's?" I rolled my eyes "I'm with Emma, Jake and Tyler."

"Oh. Jake. I wonder does his nose hurt as much." He said thoughtfully. "Don't werewolves heal quickly?" I asked making him look at me "Yeah. But it still might take a day or two for what I did to heal." He said his gaze falling from my eyes to my lips then coming back to my eyes quickly.

-

Finally. The end of the day. It's Wednesday and I'm so tired of school.

"Hey guys! Come meet my mate!" Julian yelled from the other end of the parking lot. A tall and lean girl stood next to him. She had black hair and looked familiar but I couldn't really see from afar.

Tyler and I went there, yes Tyler and I. We were alone since Emma had cheerleading practice, Jake was probably at home and Ethan was probably doing pack business.

When we walked up to them I felt my blood run cold and I think I forgot how to breathe. "Bella. Are you okay?" Tyler shook me making me start using oxygen again.

Her eyes snapped up to mine. "B-bella?" She stuttered out. "Emily." I breathed out. Emily Watson. I recognized her. I don't need no confirmation. Standing right in front of me, was my cousin. I could never mistake the black hair, tan skin, blue eyes and the tallness.

"How do you know?" She trailed off. "My mate is a werewolf? How about you?" I expected the same answer from her, but boy was I in for a surprise when she replied.

"Um, actually. I am one myself." At that my whole world stopped. I stumbled back but Tyler caught me.

"How?" I whispered. "Let's sit down, that way I'll tell you everything from the beginning."

-

We were in a clearing now, near the pack house I believe. "So?"

She cleared her throat. "My dad is a werewolf. My mom was his mate. They met, got married and had me. When I was three, as you already know, my mom died. She took care of me and you like you were her own daughter." Her eyes filled with tears but she shook it off.

"Then, my dad started explaining the werewolf world to me. We moved, to Australia where I grew up in a pack, with people just like me. My dad is a Beta, so I grew up to be a pretty strong werewolf." She explained further.

"Now. To your story. Your dad is a werewolf too. He is the head warrior and he travels a lot. Your parents story is pretty much similar to mine. But there are a few parts left out that you didn't know. I know it would hurt your dad to explain this to you, so I will.

So they met, got married, and your mom was pregnant. They were happy, ecstatic, really. Your dad had to go to a trip when she was seven months pregnant. He refused, threw a tantrum but they still had to send him away.

He prayed to God there were no complications while he was away, but God didn't take his prayers. Your mom went into labor early, since she was carrying a werewolf baby, but she wasn't ready. After giving birth to you, her body was too weak and she died in a hospital. Your dad was crushed, heartbroken, depressed and suicidal." I sucked in a breath.

"The only thing keeping him alive was, and still is, you. Bella, your dad had to move away with you from London to-" I had to interrupt her "Wait, London?" She nodded.

"He never showed you your birth certificate. You were born in London, and he had to move away, because the memories hurt too bad. He also asked to move your mother's body here, and they accepted. That's why her grave is here.

So as I was saying, he moved away, and my parents moved too. Someone had to take care of you. I was four months old, at the time and so my mom had to take of two babies. Our fathers helped when they could, but she did most of the work. We were three years old when she was coming back from a grocery store, and a truck went speeding into her car, sending her flying off a hill into a lake."

I had tears in my eyes. They spilled. They were going like a river. She hugged me tightly. "Cry it out. It's okay to cry."

Published this sooner than intended. Thank me later.