Fated To Three, Betrayed By All… Until She Rose.-Chapter 291: The news.

Leilani.

I heard one time from my mother before everything went haywire that there are several stages of grief and right now, I could swear that I was in whatever stage broke the entire fucking scale of measurement.

I do not know if I was sad or exactly what was making me feel this way, but I knew that I was dying. Floating in some dark world lost between consciousness and unconsciousness; and lost deep in a web that I never even knew existed.

My body felt like a vessel, a completely hot vessel that burned everywhere you could ever imagine, leaving me in complete agony.

Yet you want to know what makes this already fucked up situation even more fucked up?

The fact that I am not even awake right now!

The fact that, no matter what I do, I just cannot seem to pull myself out of this weird slumber that’s been feeling like it was abso-fucking-lutely pulling me into the abyss.

And... did I tell you that I could hear the sound of my heartbeat— loud and clear, and that of my TV running somewhere?

Goddess, I could even hear the sound of dripping water, probably coming from my ruined bath earlier... But for some reason, I couldn’t peel my eyes open to see anything. I couldn’t even lift my fingers or breathe without that constant feeling in my chest— that feeling that was akin to one being choked.

My eyelids felt so heavy and my chest, yeah, my chest felt the heaviest as I struggled and failed miserably to wake up.

But it was futile. Completely futile until I felt a presence suddenly envelope me.

It was warm and strong, and even though I couldn’t see who it was, I could easily tell that they had the power to protect me just by feeling them close.

Warm calloused fingers brushed against my cheek, or maybe I was wrong, maybe they weren’t fingers.

But they were thick and warm and as they glided across the skin of my face, as if caressing me. Like this, I couldn’t help but feel how furry they felt... how ridiculously soft they were... how strangely I wanted them to keep touching my face.

I heard a voice that didn’t sound feminine or masculine whisper to me. But do you want to know what was weirder besides my inability to tell which gender it was?

The fact that the voice sounded right inside my head. It felt like I had imagined it... like it was my consciousness talking to me. Like it was a part of me.

"Open your eyes!" It commanded.

"But I cannot," I snapped back, shocked because I couldn’t remember moving my lips.

However, before I could ponder over that, the voice came again, sharper this time. It snapped; "You are weak and in no place to be here! Open your eyes or you might lose yourself! Are you on some stupid suicide mission?!"

I wanted to roll my eyes at it until I realized that I couldn’t. Hell, I still couldn’t move any part of my body either, yet this strange voice was asking me to open my eyes as if I could simply abracadabra my way through it.

Strange right? Son of a bitch.

"And how do you know that?" I asked instead, and as I did, it went silent.

Hell, I had even almost begun to think that my hallucinations were over and that I was back to square one— to my half dead half alive phase when the voice came again, stronger this time.

It drawled; "Because I am you." 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

I wish I could chuckle.

"I am your other half. Not a wolf, not a lycan. A hybrid... and perhaps an abomination."

Those words, so articulately said, made a shudder run up my spine. And suddenly, I felt like I could lift a finger or two. My eyeballs danced frantically behind my closed eyelids as if begging to be let out, and my breathing, one labored, came more easily.

I rasped; "You... you are my wolf?"

"I told you, I’m not a wolf or a lycan. I am just something hanging in between... and also annoyingly too strong for your weak body to handle."

"Hence the reason you’ve never manifested."

"I have!" She snapped sounding sassy, "those times when you go off on people! Those times where you feel those weird sensations in your veins. Those times when you do things you never thought you were capable of..."

"Like ripping off Jarek’s car door and beating up Louis when he tried to hurt Agnes. Or that one time I compelled him to confess his atrocities with Chalice and the time I compelled the triplets."

"Yes."

"That was you?" I drawled softly, my curiosity spiking. Gosh, even now, I could swear that I was excited.

"Yes."

Silence. That was all I felt next as soon as the voice responded. I wanted to ask why then she refused to let me shift. Why I was different. Weak and pathetic.

However, before I could ask that, it responded saying; "Because your body is indeed too weak, and there are times I wish you would just mate or simply mark an equally strong wolf or lycan to make life perhaps... easier."

It’s words vaguely reminded me of Darius and the gibberish he’d talked about that one time of me deserving of a powerful entity to help me, but before I could ask her about it, I felt a sudden pull in my midriff which jolted me out of whatever this trance was.

My body jerked forward too and my heavy eyes suddenly snapped open, revealing my overly clean ceiling and a clear view of my house.

Bloody hell, I was back on the floor of my house. I was back to feeling that increasing agony searing through every goddamn part of my body.

And I was back to being cut off from my hybrid.

I sighed. "Fuck!"

Just as I tried to sit up, the house phone began to ring loudly, making my already aching head ache so much now, I feared it would literally split open. But pushing through this pain, I staggered to my feet, loudly clawed my way to the phone and then picked it up before I would die from a headache.

I sighed again. "Hello?"

"Hello, Lani!" It was Gavin. And he didn’t sound good. At all. "Father is dead."