Chapter 39

"You don't have anything to apologize for." I cast my gaze to James who had spoke, his eyes glassy as he looked at me. "It's all of us that should be apologizing." "No, it's me who should be." I looked to Andrew and began furiously shaking my head. "No, it was my choice. None of you guys could have known." Andrew abandoned whatever he was cooking on the stove and closed the few feet between us, wrapping me up in his arms. Honestly, it felt so right. I had never had love growing up, never had affection in any form of sorts, and this broke the dam within me. I felt arms wrapping around my back, the scent signaling James and Philip had joined our pathetic attempt at a hug. Tears just poured out of me, everything spinning through my head. Memories, so many memories flashing through my vision. I knew it was the witch within me, as my eyes glazed and flashed white. They all began seeing the memories I was seeing, the same memory on repeat. It was the day I met Wesley, and how my mother reacted right after. I used my powers to strengthen the pack against Rogues, helping them to kill almost every single one of them. My mother was drunk of course, and hit me over the head with her bottle. I woke up the next morning and didn't have time to shower, and ran to school reeking of whiskey. Everyone smelt me, talked of me, hell I even had to go to counseling for months afterwards. I was only a sophomore, and I had stupidly told the counselor almost everything. I cut the memories before it showed the worst of it, the kitchen silent except for the now burning bacon in the skillet. I squeezed my eyes shut, burrowing deeper into Andrew. "Does Everette know?" I knew he did, but I needed to know how much he did. "Not everything, he knows you're his daughter, and that your mom kept you from him. He's sorry, but I haven't told him everything. When he asked me how it was like living with her, I said you'd be the one to tell him." I pulled away, taking the pan off of the stove before dumping the burnt mess into the trash and placing it into the sink. "I don't know if I can talk to him." I barely spoke, if they weren't wolves they wouldn't have been able to have heard me. I suddenly felt panic through the bond as I let my walls down, feeling Wesley practically take over my brain. 'Where the hell are you? I thought you were going to finish your shower and come out! Please tell me you didn't lea-' 'Come downstairs Wesley'