Chapter Four: promises
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Chapter Four
Solana POV
Darkness. Heat. Fear. All three brooding over me, it was dark, too dark as though the lights switch had been permanently destroyed and there was no way to see the lights.
You’re as worthless as your mother, as your father and as your brother-
“No!!” I jolted awake with beads of sweat dropping my face and my hair sticking to my skin.
“Hey, easy-” My head jerked up at the sound of the voice and with instincts, I grabbed the nearest thing close to me and hurled it at the person.
“For sake-”
“Get away from me-” i scrambled out of bed and i crashed to the floor, my hair fell into my face blocking my vision as my back hit the wall. “Stay the hell away from me.”
“Solana, listen to me, it’s me.” Marcel said as his footsteps neared me. “Listen to me, it’s me. I won’t hurt you. I’m not going to hurt you.” he said softly and knelt before me, his hands reached out to me softly and even while my entire being shook I stared at his hands, the strong outstretched hand I once found comfort in.
“Hey, Look at me-” I raised my head and my eyes met with his gaze, his hazel eyes bringing in a thousand spheres of light from the sunshine but most importantly, his eyes were soft and calming. I could trust him, i could-
“Marcel-” i muttered his name and moved into his arms. He hugged me close to his chest, easing out my anxiety. “Marcel- I- i- he-”
“It’s okay love, I'm here.” He kissed the top of my head. “I’m here and no one going to hurt you.”
…………………….
“Did they take the watch?” the brunette asked as I nursed the cup of chamomile tea in my hand. I didn't have to reply since Marxel was there with me. He knew what happened afterwards.
“Yes, they did Cleo that's why I called you here.” He said with his hands raking through his hair. He was dressed in a simple white shirt and black jeans and the woman, Cleo was rather dressed in leather cloths.
“Great, now we have a bigger problem on our hands. The girl isn't safe to be out there if they have the watch.”
What did she mean?
“Who were those people?” I asked. “The two men who came to my house, who were they? Did my aunt send them?”
“No Solana, your sweet aunt didn't send them but I think it's time you're aware of who you are, who your family is and what we are into.”
“Cleo, now is not the right time.” Marcel started but Cleo was adamant.
“Its not but if she's going to be needing our protection then she'll need to know what we are.” Cleo answered calmly.
“What are you? What are you guys saying? Marcel?” my eyes reached him but he avoided my gaze.
“He’s a werewolf and I'm also a werewolf,” Cleo answered, instead and my mouth dropped open.
What? This has to be some joke, isn't it?
“No, it's not a joke-” he replied as though he can read my mind. “It's not a joke and I didn't want you to find out this way.” he sneered at Cleo who rolled her eyes.
I laughed. Surprised at his words, at both confessions. They were werewolves. What a joke. But the look on their faces told me other wise.
“What? So what am I? A werewolf too?” None of them laughed nor shared my amusement.
“You love, are a hybrid.”
“It doesn't make sense.” I retorted, squeezing my palms against the hot cup. “I am a completely normal human being.” Cleo and Marcel shared a look before she sighed and rose to her feet.
“I’ll leave the explanation to you, and then you can speak to her about the engagement.” Cleo said and walked out the door leaving with a lot of questions about Marcel.
“What is this? What the hell does she mean that i am a hybrid and what engagement is she speaking about?”
“First of all, drink your tea before it gets cold and just listen-”
“Why-”
“Would you just let me finish woman? This is the reason why i asked you to listen, if you want to get any answers then i need you to listen to me and not say anything untill i’m done.”
And so i listened.
“Your parents are from the long line of rare species of werewolves, well- that was until we found out that it was just your mother who was a werewolf, you father had mixed parents- one of whom is a vampire have sired from the original bloodline.” My hands curled at his words and my heart beat a thousand times. “You must’ve seen the signs somehow. Your mother told me he wrote you letters every single year for your birthday before he died.”
My eyes jerked up at the mention of my mother. Marcel had been speaking to my mother?
“She mentioned it one time we were speaking about you.” he admitted and drummed his fingers lightly on the table. “Do you still have them?”
Of course, I did, they were the only thing that reminded me of my father and our early years together. He did like to add a lot of fiction to the letters. He spoke about supernatural beings but never did i think he actually meant them.
“Solana-” Marcel's voice pulled me out of my thoughts.
“I am a hybrid? I’m a supernatural creature?” i asked and he nodded. “Then why havenn’t I turned or why haven’t i had any unusual lust for blood or anything like that?” I asked softly, and he walked up to me stopping a few inches away.
“Marcel, is that why they came for me? Is that why they wanted to kill me? Because of whom i am?”
“Yes, yes it is so. Which is why it's important for you to know now.”
“But why are you helping me with all of this? You clearly showed that you hate me so why then are you-”
“I don’t hate you Solana-” he said softly and cuddled my cheeks with the palm of his hands. “I made a promise to your mother and i won’t forgive myself if anything happens to you.”
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