Chapter 4

The past week, nothing exciting has happened. I haven't had to work since the diner is now a crime scene until they find who killed him. I've gone back to the station to answer questions. I never let on that I knew who killed him or what he tried to do to me. They questioned everyone else who worked there, too, so I knew that it wasn't anything against me, and they didn't know that I had been there. One pluss about all this is that I got to sleep in a lot, so I'm not as tired as I was before.

The voices still come and go, and I swear people are talking to me when they are not. Mum and Dad are starting to get worried about me, always asking what they said when they haven't spoken, but they never say why they are worried. It's probably because they think their daughter is going crazy.

I haven't seen Brax again, but I've dreamed about him, and some of the dreams I have are wildly inappropriate to be having about a man I don't know. I always wake up hot and sweaty, feeling embarrassed about the dreams I've just had, but they're better than the ones that I normally have where I'm running for my life. Sometimes, I think I see him out of the corner of my eye, but when I look, he's never there. I do believe I'm going crazy. I also can't shake the feeling that I'm constantly being watched. Sometimes, the hairs on the back of my neck stand up out of fear, like whoever is watching me wants to hurt me, and then other times, I feel safe, which is weird.

Blue has been more clingy than usual, never leaving my side and always growling at things that aren't there, which does not help me feel any better when I feel like I'm being watched.

Sitting in the window in my room, the moonlight shining down on me. It's a full moon tonight. I don't know why, but I've always loved a full moon. Closing my eyes, I take it in. Brax pops into my head. I imagine him grabbing my him grabbing my face with both his hands, pulling me in and kissing me slowly and softly. His hand runs down my body, sliding into my shirt. The feel of his hands touching my bare skin sends chills through my body. He kisses down my neck. I cock my head to give him better access. A moan of pleasure escapes my mouth.

"you've really got to stop dreaming about me. I don't know how much more I can take."

My eyes fly open, seeing him crouched next to me. His hand goes over my mouth. As I open it, he grabs my arm to stop me from falling.

"I don't think your parents will believe you again that there was a spider," he says, throwing his smirk. "now, promise you won't scream when I let you go."

I nod my head slowly. He removes his hand from my mouth and arm, never once losing eye contact with me. I can feel my cheeks burning pink with embarrassment from him showing up here right as I was daydreaming about him.

"did thinking of me make you wet?" the teasing sound in his voice drove me crazy. I could feel my cheeks burning redder.

"I wasn't thinking about you", I lied, looking away from him.

He grabbed my chin, pulling me around to look at him, hovering his face inches away from me, looking like at any minute, he would lean in and kiss me. His hot breath burned my skin, his scent filling my nostrils. I'd never smelt something so pleasant before my whole body craved him. I had to hold myself together here, which is easier than it sounds. I was ready to melt right into his touch in between my thighs, becoming wet for him, begging for him to touch me more.

"then why can't you look at me?" his lips were just out of reach of mine. I could almost feel them brush against mine as he spoke. I wanted his touch; I craved it. You would think after what Dave did to me, being the only other man ever to touch me, I would be scared of being touched, but Brax was different. He put his hand on my leg, goosebumps growing all over me. "I can feel how much you want me."

Before I could even think, I felt my lips starting to move. "do yo---"

He cut me off, pressing his figure to my lips, "Don't invite me in ever" The way he said it, I could tell he meant it. I wanted to ask him why, but before I could, he let me go, looking around like he had heard something. "go inside and close your window. You shouldn't be outside and never on a full moon. " when I didn't move, he raised his voice. "do it now, Blair," and like that, he was gone.

I hopped off the window sill, doing as he asked and closed the window, sighing in frustration. What was happening to me?

I looked around my room, realising that Blue wasn't there. I'm glad he wasn't. I didn't need his Judgmental look he gives me. I let myself cool down before going out to find him. Getting to the top of the stairs, I could hear my parents and Jack talking for some reason over the past month. All my senses have been on overdrive. I can hear people talking from four rooms over, even when they're trying to whisper. I slowly make my way down, trying not to make a noise so they wouldn't know I was coming. Whatever they were talking about sounded important.

"We should have been informed of all this earlier; then, we could have done something to stop it from happening", my mum whispered angrily. "They have put not only her life but ours on the line. I always knew this would happen."

"you can't blame Luna", my dad defended.

"I'm not blaming Luna; I'm blaming the gods and goddess. I'm blaming the elders, and I'm blaming her mother."

I was about to walk in and ask what they were talking about when Jack spoke. "can you stop calling her Luna her name is Blair, and it has been for the past 18 years"

I stood there in shock. They were talking about me. I didn't know what to do. Right as I was about to turn and run back up the stairs to pretend I hadn't heard what I heard, Jack spotted me. His face dropped, putting his hand up to his Mouth.

"what's wrong?" my dad asked. When Jack didn't answer, he turned to see what he was looking at, and so did my mum. They all stood there for a second, frozen just like me, not knowing what to do. My mum, or should I say the lady I thought was my mum, broke the silence.

"Blair honey, I don't know what you think you heard-"

I held my hand up, stopping her from finishing. I didn't know what I wanted to say. I just knew I couldn't let her go on. "You're not my mum?" was all I could get out.

She stepped towards me. I took a step backwards, making it clear I didn't want them near me. "answer the question, " I tried to sound strong, but my whole world was falling apart.

"I'm not your birth mother", tears formed in her eyes. " but I'm the one that has raised you and loved you your whole life."

I looked around at my dad and brother. "and there," I couldn't finish what I wanted to say.

Tears started to fall from her eyes as she shook her head.

I grabbed my chest. It felt like my heart was being ripped out of me. They all stood staring at me, waiting to see what I would do. I started gasping for air. "I can't breathe", wrapping my hands around my neck, trying to get air into me somehow.

Dad came up to me on one side, Jack on the other.

"It's okay honey, just breathe", my dad tried to calm me. His voice was filled with fear. Everyone was surrounding me, all of them staring at me like at any moment I would explode.

My eyes glazed over just like they had back at the diner. I felt a hand touch me, and I let out a scream. "DON'T TOUCH ME!" the force of my yell sent me flying backwards, and there was a loud bang, and then everything went quiet. My sight started to come back. They were all lying on the ground. The windows were broken, and things scattered all over the ground. Had I done this? Surely not.

My mum lifted her head, blood coming from it. She must have hit her head when she hit the ground. "Blair baby, please, I need you to calm down."

"calm down your telling me my whole life is a lie. Who are youse? If your not my family?"

My mother struggled, pulling herself to her feet. "if you calm down, I can explain everything. Please Blair"

I didn't know what to do. My mind was racing. I felt like I had electricity running through my body.

The front door came bursting open, turning my attention to that instead of them. Standing in the doorway was a very scared, sweaty-looking Brax. "Blair, are you alright?" he went to walk in, but it was like there was an invisible wall there.

"why are you here?" just another thing to send me over the edge.

"I felt you. Please, Blair, invite me in," he begged. It was only not even an hour ago, he told me.to never invite him in.

"don't you dare invite that monster in" I turned to see Jack pointing a gun at Brax. "why are you here?"

I looked back over to Brax. His eyes flicked red for a second like he was fighting a monster inside of him. "if you know what's good for you, I'd put that gun down", Brax threatened.

"Enough!" my dad yelled. "why are you here?"

" I already answered that I felt her", Brax's voice was becoming more angry.

"what do you mean you felt her?" my dad asked. But by the look on his face, he already knew the answer. He just needed to hear it out loud.

"Because she's my mate!"