I gave Shane a reassuring rub on the shoulder, trying to anchor him after the emotional journey through his memory. Tyler watched, perplexed, his eyes darting between us.Shane took a moment to pull himself together, then looked at me with curiosity, his mind clearly working."So? Any ideas?" I asked tentatively.He pursed his lips as he thought, then headed over to the bookshelf at the back of the classroom. Tyler and I followed behind him, watching as he pulled a book off the shelf and began to page through it in search of something.Tyler gave me a questioning look, but I shook my head, indicating that now wasn’t the time to recount Shane's brief reunion with his deceased family.Shane skimmed through the book, but then closed it with a sigh and began his search for another. His fingers brushed over the spines as he searched for the title he was looking for. He pulled another one off the shelf and began to skim through it, all the while muttering to himself under his breath, "Visio
Tyler held me tightly as I struggled to process the bombshell that had just dropped on my life. My mother’s dismissive attitude along with her instruction to keep this revelation a secret cut me deeply, but it was the realization that my entire life had been built on a lie that truly shattered me.He rubbed my back soothingly, his warmth offering a small measure of comfort in the midst of my turmoil.“We’ll figure this out,” he repeated, his voice a steady anchor in the storm of my emotions.I pulled away slightly, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes. “I don’t even know where to start,” I admitted, feeling lost.“Well, let’s go see if Shane can tell us more about the Elysian Line,” Tyler suggested.But I wasn’t interested in that right now. Right now, all I could think about was the fact that the parents I had known my entire life were not really my parents. The life I had thought was mine wasn’t real. I was adopted. I was adopted, and Aunt Mara had known but hadn’t told me. It fe
I cried the whole way home while Ryder drove, his looks of concern growing more intense with every sob that racked my body."Are you okay?" he asked for the third time during the short drive, but I couldn’t bring myself to answer him. Instead, I just sobbed harder.Tyler hadn’t explained the situation to Ryder, he’d just asked him to come and pick me up, so that’s what he did. Now that I thought about it, it was probably a bit unfair on him, but I knew that I wouldn’t be able to say the words out loud right now. I was an absolute mess.Ryder pulled into the driveway and paused before getting out. He hesitantly asked, "Did something happen with Tyler?" but all I could do was shake my head while trying to find the buckle of my seatbelt through a blur of tears."I’m so worried about you," Ryder went on, sounding absolutely helpless. "Is it... Is it me?" he asked tentatively.I shook my head again as I opened the door to climb out. He rushed out of the car, making his way over to my side.
We were both quiet for a long while until Ryder finally spoke up, realizing that I wasn't going to repeat myself. "Did you say that you're adopted?" he asked tentatively.I nodded as another sob wracked my body."That's... that's crazy," he murmured in response, clearly surprised by the revelation. "I'm sorry, Kate. That's a lot..."I nodded again, wiping the tears from my eyes with the crumpled tissue I clutched in my hand."You didn't know?" he asked hesitantly.I shook my head.Obviously, I hadn't known! Ryder and I had spoken about my family life and my upbringing many times before. If I had known I was adopted, I would have told him! Or maybe I wouldn't have..."Well, maybe it's a good thing?" he went on to suggest. "Your parents sounded like shitty people. Maybe your real parents aren't like that," he considered with a thoughtful look.I scoffed. "Whoever they are, they clearly didn't want me. Not really sure how great they could be knowing that..." I replied bitterly.Ryder sho
Ryder looked at me in confusion. "What do you mean?" he asked curiously.My eyes widened with the realization. "What if... What if she was my real mother?" I whispered, as if I were afraid to say the words out loud.Ryder’s eyes also went wide as he processed the information. "I mean, it would explain a lot," he said. "But why would she give you up?" he asked curiously.My heart pounded in my chest as I considered the idea. It made sense in a way that nothing else did. Aunt Mara had always been there for me, more so than anyone else in my life. She had always treated me like her own."I... I don't know," I replied softly, trying to think of possible explanations, but I kept coming up short."Kate, you need to talk to her. You're going to drive yourself crazy otherwise," Ryder insisted, his logic a much needed resource at this time seeing as I seemed to have completely lost my own.I nodded. "She's at work, but I'll message her," I replied, pulling my phone out of my pocket.Me:Hey Au
I tried to get a hold of myself as I waited for Aunt Mara's imminent arrival. I wasn't sure what to say to her when I saw her. Should I be happy or hurt? The emotions overwhelmed me and I felt like I was starting to spiral."Deep breaths," Ryder said softly as he patted my back. "Deep breaths," he repeated. "She'll be here soon and then you'll know the truth," he encouraged me.But I shook my head. "What if I don't like the truth?" I asked miserably.Ryder frowned. "Sometimes the truth sucks. But it's better to know so that you can decide how you want to use that information going forward. You don't want to live a lie, Kate. This sucks right now, but over time, it will get better. You'll see," he said as he rubbed my back.I gave a slight chuckle at that, then went on to say, "Looks like all those therapy appointments are starting to pay off."Ryder chuckled at that too. "Sorry, I don't mean to sound preachy."I took a deep breath and sat up, wiping my eyes. "I don't know what to say
I looked at Aunt Mara in confusion, willing her to go on."An adoption implies that there was some kind of formal process to it, but in this case, it wasn't like that," she explained.She looked hesitant, but pushed on, taking a deep breath before she continued, "You're 18 now, so I guess about 18 years ago, there was some dispute between the Aspenwood Pack and another pack. I think they were called the Blue Ridge Pack or Blue Moon? Something like that. I can't remember now," Aunt Mara explained."Anyway," she continued, "I don't know whether it was a land dispute or some disagreement between the Alphas. I wasn't privy to that information. But whatever it was, it ended up with the Aspenwood Pack practically exterminating the Blue Ridge Pack. They were a much smaller pack and realistically, they never would have stood a chance against Aspenwood. To add salt to the wound, Aspenwood attacked them out of nowhere in the middle of the night. There was no hope for them."I watched my aunt as
I felt like the floor was slipping away and I was falling into a bottomless pit. Only this time, it wasn't a vision. This was my life. This was real.Part of me wished I didn't know so that I didn't have to traverse this emotional shitstorm. How do you even move on from something like this? How do you continue your life when you find out that everything you thought you knew was a lie?"Are you mad at me?" Aunt Mara asked softly, her voice trembling with uncertainty.I wiped the tears from my cheeks. I was mad, but at the same time, I wasn't. Not at her at least, so I shook my head. "I just wish someone had told me," I said, my voice soft and defeated. "If I had just known the truth, it probably would have made my life so much easier.""Would it though?" Aunt Mara asked seriously, her eyes searching mine.I considered this for a moment. In some ways, it definitely would have made things easier, but in other ways, probably not. I had always FELT like an outsider, but KNOWING I was an ou