A Little Bit Of Red

Chapter Four "Answers-Part One"

“Within my blood lies the cure to unlock the werewolves’ true power?”

“Yes.”

“What tasks? What has to be done in order for my blood to reach the state in which it can become the cure?”

“The first step is you must fall in love.” I scoffed. Love was not in my agenda. My first kiss had been with that wolf, although I was nineteen. I cared little for romance, I did not want to be wooed or told that I was the fairest one of all. “I am completely serious, Schuyler. You are the first in your family to fight against the curse but you're still susceptible to it. Falling in love is part of your curse and it is not simply falling in love with just anyone, it is falling in love with a werewolf.” My breathing stopped. The snarky smile that had been on my lips fell.

“A werewolf? Are you meaning to tell me that my mother fell in love with a werewolf?” I watched his head nod, the light licking his face. “And my grandmother as well?”

            “Every woman in your family. You can only have a girl as your first child, so that the curse will carry on.”

            “Are you implying what I believe you are implying?” I asked, clenching my fists. It couldn’t be true, it wasn’t possible.

            “Yes.” He said solemnly. “You are more werewolf than you are human.”

            I stood up. “You are lying!” I stormed out of the room and out of the house. I took our spare car and sped away. I didn't know where I was going, I didn't care, but I had to get away.

            Christian was lying, he had to be. I was not werewolf, I was pure human.

            Then why did I feel the affects of the Alpha? Everything Christian said made sense, but it just wasn’t possible. I tightened my grip on the steering wheel and pushed the gas. My mother couldn’t have fallen in love with a werewolf, she was smarter than that.

            I pulled over to the side of the road right on the outside of a town that was far enough away from the mansion.

            That’s why it seemed like Christian was lying earlier, I fit in with the wolves because I was part—no majority—werewolf. Did I not have the curse of the werewolf because of my family’s own curse? I hit my head against the steering wheel and closed my eyes. I wasn’t ready for this information, but would I ever have been?

            I wasn’t sure how long I sat there, but I was rudely interrupted by someone knocking on my car window. My head shot up to see the wolf from earlier standing outside my window. He was motioning for me to roll down my window. I reached for my pistol in the middle counsel and then flicked him off. He held up my knives and smirked at me. I cursed, and then pushed my door open, pistol still in hand.

            “Don't you look lovely.” He said, taking in my long sleeve dark purple shirt and my black pajama pants tucked into my boots.

            “Don't be smart, give me my blades.”

            “Why should I? It was a bitch trying to get off that tree, not to mention that it was quite painful.”

            “You'll live. My knives.” I held out my hand.

            He twirled my knife in his hand. “Not yet.”

            “I know already.” I said, crossing my arms. “I know what you're trying to do, Christian told me everything.”

            “He told you everything?”
            “Yes, he told me that wolves are going to try to force me to love them, because of my blood.”

            “He told you everything, are you still loyal to him?”

            “Sure, he lied to me but of course I am still loyal to him. I don't know why I am having this conversation with you, just give me my knives.”

            “You don't understand why you are talking to me? You are not the kind of person that I assumed you were, the fact that you are still working with that man is proof enough that I misjudged you.”

            “Working with that man? He rids the world of evil creatures such as yourself, there is nothing wrong with Christian.”

            He opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly snapped it shut and sniffed the air.

            “Get in the car.” He demanded.

            “What?” He didn't wait for me to respond and he lifted me up, and threw me in the backseat. He jumped in the front and pulled the car in drive. The tires spun and the car fish-tailed before he gained control of the car.

            “What the heck!” I said, climbing into the front seat.

            “Put your seat belt on.” He ordered and his tone made me listen to him. The moment I snapped the belt in, a jolt went through the car. I looked back and noticed two cars tailing us, and one of them had just rammed into the back of the car.

            “What is going on?!”

            “Christian is sending his lackeys after you.”