The Wailing

Chapter Twenty Six: Liar

I woke up in a haze. The sun was shining through the window and I yawned big. I wiped my eyes and rolled over to my left side. Tate was snuggled up to his pillow next to me snoring lightly. I looked at him for a few seconds and smiled. I touched his cheek and felt the heat radiate on my skin. His warmth connected with mine. He was warm, he had a heart beat, he was alive, she was not. I guess I didn't hate her for being dead, but it's just weird I guess. I lifted my body up from the bed and realized I was butt naked, and so was Tate. I chuckled a little bit while holding my mouth shut to make sure I didn't wake him. I grabbed my shirt, and my pants and threw my clothes on. I took one last look at the love of my life before heading down the stairs.

I walked into the living room and everyone was passed out everywhere. Mavious was on the floor in his usual suit snoring. Nina was in the chair sitting straight up. She was sleeping, or at least I think she was. She always had a properness to her that made her serious all the time. She was weird not going to lie, but it's what makes her well, her. Brittney was curled up in a ball on the floor over by the window. Anna was on the coffee table with her shirt half way off and she was hanging off of it. Jesus it looks like that girl needs a coffee and a shower. I walked into the kitchen to grab some water for her and Erica was already messing around on her phone and the smell of coffee filled the air.

"Rough night?". She asked not looking up from her phone.

"Not for me". I replied, more or less referring to the people passed out in the living room.

"Im making coffee for the ones in the living room. I can make another pot for you and Tate if you desire".

"Oh no thank you". I replied. She huffed at her phone and slammed it down on the counter.

"Damnit". She whispered.

"What's wrong?". I asked grabbing a glass of water for myself now.

"I was supposed to have a meeting with the sheriff about a case I have in a few days but he just canceled on me". She sighed.

"Oh, I apologize".

"It's not your fault sweetie. Just more work on my part like always. If you want something done, you have to do it yourself". She half smiled. The coffee pot beeped and she started getting mugs out. I started to wonder about what happened last night with Tate's grandmother. She looked like a sweet little old woman. However so did the woman in the store, but I know she loved Tate because I felt it myself. I guess curiosity just got the best of me.

"May I ask you a question Erica?". I asked as she started pouring coffee.

"Shoot". She said.

"If Tate is a werewolf, and you're a witch, how did this whole thing came to be?". I laughed. It seemed a little absurd when you thought about it. He was a wolf, she was a witch. It just doesn't work. Right?

"Well that's a long story". She laughed too. She handed me a mug that probably was for someone else but I started sipping from it and bent over the counter next to her. She chuckled at me and sighed. "You wont leave until I tell you will you?".

"Nope". I replied while taking another sip. She smiled and started making another pot.

"Twenty years ago, I was walking down a path in the red wood forest in California at night looking for some materials for a spell I was working on. It was a full moon and I heard countless howls but nothing scares me. I heard rumors of the wolves roaming the woods but never saw anything. Well I came upon the material I needed but I ran into some bad enemies. All the sudden, I heard a low growl and saw a big white wolf on my left. It jumped over me and killed every last one of the people trying to hurt me. He turned into his human form and Larson let me tell you, it was the most beautiful man I have ever seen. We fell in love, got married, had Tate two years later, but his father was killed in a fight shortly after he was born. So I was stuck having to raise him myself".