One Day, I Woke Up A Werewolf

Hailey's POV

I ran after her but I wasn't fast enough. The time I took thinking she could be the one behind the death of my parents, gave her enough time to leave and I may never see her again.

"You okay?" Brett asks me as I walk in to the kitchen. I look up at him and around the kitchen.

"Where's Jaxon?" I ask as I feel the panic begin to build up in my body from not seeing him. I sit on the bar stool as I start to feel dizzy, sadness overtaking me and shocking my system. With Jaxon here, I don't feel, it's as if he drains me of all feelings and I remain calm but now, now I have to feel. My body is forcing me to feel and I can't, I just can't.

"Jaxon?" I call out in panic. Brett runs around the Island to stand next to me.

"He ran after Stacy. He's on his way back." Brett tells me but that doesn't help and I try to stand to run after him. Now I don't even take two steps before my legs give out but Brett is quick with his hands and he catches me.

"You want Jaxon? Fine." He says before helping me up and allowing me to hold on to him as we walk out the door.

Jaxon was standing on the driveway, talking to a man that was standing next to Stacy. They all turn to look at me and I hold on tighter to Brett.

This man looked exactly like my father and I know my dad does not have siblings. A rush of anger takes over, every other feeling taking the back seat as I stomp my way towards my dad. He was my father, the man was not dead.

this? You faked your own death?" I

idiot! This is Theo!" Stacy shouts out

wrong! I almost cried for you! I'm trying so hard not to cry, so so hard not to break down and yet here you are being the shitty dad I know you are. Well done! Job well done on being so insanely petty

your father. I am his twin brother

Who are you then?" I ask, folding

Theo." He says so calmly. I step back

aunt." I

it a wolf that hurt her? How could it have been me?" He asks and I bite my lip,

game you two are playing but if that's they way you want to play it, then you won't get a funeral. I'll just

if he thought I would not give him a proper burial. He would want to

ones. He knew it and I knew it but if I came from him and I was decent then he could be too, he

mother gone but he could at least be good to me, to the world. He can amend 

and even though I suck so bad at sports, I wish he had made the effort to be one of the parents on the bleachers chanting my name and cheering me on. Instead it was my mother until it wasn't anymore. Until I was

school, help me settle in. He was my only parent and here he was trying to rid himself of me, to get rid of me for

sorry."