The Seeing Mate

10

(Camila's POV)

I sat there stunned into silence. For weeks I had been dreaming about the damn name, but this couldn't be right..right?

"Something wrong?" Max asked, noticing my silence.

"No sir, but um...how...excuse the question. How long has your brother been...gone?"

He gave me a sad smile, but was thinking about it.

"About thirty- eight years, give or take."

I felt something like something was clicking in me. Mom?

"Why do you ask?" he asked, now looking a little concerned.

I took a deep breath and sat down on a different stool.

"Mom, keeps showing me a name. The name Samuel. She doesn't say anything else. I've been looking for clues of any kind."

I also explained how Josh had thought I had a past lover, because Mom insisted on the name. Max just sat there without a word, but then nodded and got to his feet.

"It's late, we should both get to bed." he said, completely dismissing everything I said and walked away, up the stairs and into his room or office. I was confused as heck, maybe he got mad because I was getting visions of this name and not of his mate. Which I have been working on but I'm still being blocked by something. I didn't know what else to do so I went back into the room with Josh and got back into bed with him. He wasn't sweating anymore and his body felt a little cooler than before. He was definitely getting better.

As I slept, my dreams were filled again with things. Some old memories like one I really thought I had gotten over was the time my school had a daddy-daughter dance. I saw how the other girls were getting their dresses and got to dress up like princesses. I was the only girl that didn't go. I had yelled at Mom that day for not giving me a Dad. Thinking about it now, I have never known anything about my father. What did he look like? Did he leave us? Was he bad or good? Hell, did he even know I existed?

When I woke up, I was very sad but also curious about why Mom wanted me to know about my father. That's when it also hit me, I needed to talk to Shawna. I quickly got up and found Shawna in the kitchen.

"Is there a way I can magnify my power?"

"Good morning to you too, and yes."

"What is it?" I asked, but she looked concerned.

"It's a spell, but it's only effective if you have a witch handy and it can also be dangerous! Why?"

"I think I know how to find Amy..or Natalia!"

She looked relieved, and nodded.

"It's going to take some time to get the spell memorized and stuff, but I think I can do it in two days."

"Wait, but you don't have..."

"I might not have my parents' power, Camila, but I have enough to help. Give me two days."

"Okay, I also need something of Natalia's to touch."

"I'll get things ready," she said with a smile, and I thanked her. She also handed me some broth to get Josh to eat. I went back to the room, after carefully feeding Josh. I sat there just watching him, while thinking about how to go about looking for the man that gave me some of his DNA. Bracks soon came in and offered to watch Josh while I went to shower and change. I nodded and went to do that.

As I headed up stairs my head started to hurt a little, just a little nag of a pain. I ignored it but when I got to Josh's old room, the pain was bigger. Trying to shake it off, I grabbed my clothes and went into the bathroom. Once there, I had a ringing in my ears. I quickly sat on the toilet lid so I didn't fall or anything. I breathed deeply, but I felt something burst inside my head. Then flashes of light and images, sounds and some faces flashed before my eyes. It was gone as suddenly as it came. The pain was gone with it.

I was breathing heavily, I had just had my first random vision. I had never had them like this. My great aunt had always taught me to control and to call on the vision. You control the power, not the power over you. Mom must really want me to find out who my father was. I got to my feet and took the dirty clothes off, and jumped into the shower. I let the warm water take the remaining shakiness away.

After getting cleaned up and dressed, I went back downstairs and into my old room. I found Josh sitting up and Bracks was talking with him. I ran toward him and hugged him. With that, Bracks excused himself and left us alone. I felt my tears fall, and Josh held me tighter to him. After a while, I sat back and looked at him.

"I'm so sorry..." I started but he cut me off.

"I'm just glad I got there in time," he said, taking my hand in his and then kissing it.

There was so much to tell him, but I had no idea where to start. So I took a deep breath and just decided to start with the now problem. I started by telling him that I was sorry for the misunderstanding with the name Samuel. I explained about the visions Mom had been sending me, about a man named Samuel. Then I explained that now she wanted me to find my father, and how I wasn't too excited about that.

"Why didn't you just tell me that?" he asked calmly.

"Because...Because in a way... I wanted to hurt you....make you see what I was feeling... thirteen years ago, when you didn't tell me about Sophia." When the words left my mouth I felt so stupid and immature.

"First of all, there is a good reason why I didn't tell you. If I tell you now, you're not going to believe me," he said with the smallest hint of a smile. He had me curious.

"What happened?" I asked carefully, he sighed.

"Guys talked in the locker rooms, and I happened to catch a conversation that Sophia was desperate to get with me. She'd even go as far as to get you out of the way."

I sat there wondering what the hell that really meant, but I also realized that he had been able to use his wolf for a while.

"So what did that really mean?"

"I heard she had a Whitman hired if I rejected her, and that she was paying him a good lump of cash to make you disappear without a trace. So I beat her to the punch. I asked her out one night and she jumped."

"That's when you started to ghost me."

"Yeah, she really wouldn't leave me alone, and if she did she was always texting me and for facetiming me just to make sure I wasn't with you."

I was so shocked he dealt with that just to keep me safe.

"I'm not sure what to say honestly," I said with a chuckle.

"There's nothing to say. I just wish I had been smarter about things, but back then my wolf was just making himself at home and I was lost with what I was and how to deal with it."

"So right after your birthday..."

"The night after my seventeenth birthday, I phased for the first time, Mom found me in the middle of changing and she called Dad, who I then found out wasn't that far away after all."

"Was he mad that your Mom took you away?"

He sighed and looked a little sad.

"Not exactly, but I did find out why Mom had run away and it had to do with your Mom."

I was stunned. Max knew my Mom since when?

" What? What did my mom have to do with your Dad?"

"I would like him to tell you. I don't know exactly why, just that it had to do with your Mom."

Now I am concerned. What did my mom have to do with Max? Had they been involved? Had Amy...Natalia done something to my mom and acted like nothing happened.

"Hey, don't do that."

"What?"

"Make yourself sick."

"I still don't know what happened that night? I lied to her before I snuck out to the party. Either she doesn't want me to know or something else won't let me see it! I want to know!"

"What would that change, Mila? That won't bring her back." he said, squeezing my hand lightly. I knew he was right, but what I didn't tell him was that I was very capable of killing that person that took my mom from me.

After a while of sitting in silence, he pulled me toward him and I laid next to him on the bed. He fell asleep on my chest and I laid there running my fingers through his hair. I must've dozed off, because I woke up at the sound of the door softly closing. I looked around and found a small pile of books that hadn't been on the chair before. Then I looked around for Josh. He was facing the wall this time on my left, so he couldn't see who had come in. Carefully, I got up and went over to the chair and looked down at the books. I picked one up, and suddenly a bunch of flashes of faces and sounds ran through my head. Then it stopped. I looked at it quickly and noticed it was a journal. The cover was just a simple thing, nothing that would catch your attention, but it was old. I carefully opened it and skimmed the pages. Then just started reading from the beginning.

Date Augest 14, 1964

I'm starting to write this because, I know I can't trust anyone in the coven, they have all turned their backs on me for refusing to submit to my father's wishes. They're looking for a suitor for me. I'm only a young girl and they expect me to be thankful for a future husband. I've seen all my cousins and sisters taken by strange men. Men they never met and had no idea what was in store for them. Am I a fool to believe a night in shining amor would come and take me away?

I sat there reading this and I realized there was a name in the back cover in small letters. 'Carmen Martinez'. Grandma.

I sat there reading the rest of it, until I ran into the name Samuel. He was the man my great grandfather wanted my grandma to marry. Even when she knew she could be killed for denying the man, she did and later told my grandfather that she was pregnant. She had hinted at seeing a lover in secret, but never mentioned his name, just in case anyone found her journal. My great grandfather wanted to beat the baby out of her, but Samuel said he would forgive the transgression if the baby and the father were killed.

Later, a few nights later, they got news that the man had been killed by the wolves. I could only imagine how broken she felt at the time. She explains that she wanted her daughter and that she would die with her before going with the wolf. So, using her own magic, she blessed a dagger with a death spell and went to see Samuel, and stabbed him. He was cocky and laughed at my grandmother's attempt at killing him. That laughter didn't last long. She ran away that night and went into hiding for a while after Mom was born. She had to hide among the human population. She met a few witches that worked their craft out in the open, she learned to protect and hide herself.

For thirty-nine years, she and Mom lived calmly. About 1989 was when her last journal went blank in the middle. My guess is that's when she died. She was the same age my mother was when she died.