CHAPTER 18

Evening had come and Amelia was simply fed up with the situation by the time she got home. She was keen on getting an answer and so stormed into Bruce’s study room. But the door opened and in front of her was tired and quite messy Bruce raised her hand to knock.

“Amelia,” he said, his tone somewhat subdued yet relieved at the same time. ”Well, I just came to look for you,”

Amelia gazed at him thoughtfully noting somehow he looked messy: his clothes were creased his shirt untucked and there were stains on his shirt, particularly on his cheek there were even bits of leaves tangled in his hair. >Bruce and I were laughing so hard at that joke Suddenly, Bruce: “Bruce, what happened?” “Am okay,”

Finally, Bruce glanced down the hallway, took her by the shoulder softly, and led her into the study then closed the door. He had a deep voice as he managed to say those words, “I am fine.” However, Amelia, we have to talk. I need to share something with you. "

Gut-wrenching fear combined with adrenaline surged through Amelia. She uttered "Okay" slowly. Is there a correlation of all these with the rather strange demeanor of everyone around today? Why should it be so that each time, Elijah looks at me he wets his eyes and begins to cry?

Bruce looked momentarily astonished, then smiled a rather bitter smile. Hmm, have you observed it, I wanted to know. I should have already known that there was no secret that we could ever keep from you. You’ve always been the one with the clearer perspective most of the time. "

Indeed, as fear began to creep in, he grabbed her hands into his, easing her anxiety. The words I am about to share with you, dear Amelia, are the ones which are going to turn our world upside down, Have I mentioned that I love you no matter the outcome, no matter your reaction, no matter your answer? As I eluded to earlier you are celebrated and loved by the pack. That can never change for anything.
Amelia felt her chest heave contrary to the general expectancy and she could not breathe. Bruce, you are giving me a scare now What is going on Who is threatening us Is the pack in danger

Bruce took her hand in his and made to answer but then he stopped and shook his head. “You are safe now, Amelia,” I said softly, “But that is not the issue of the pack. Or, at least it is not directly.”

”Me?” Amelia asked in a whisper she could hardly muster. "How about me?"

Bruce also inhaled deeply and looked into her eyes. We have learned something, Amelia – something about your past and yourself. And I can promise you that in whichever way things will turn, we will all stand it. But you have to be prepared to hear what I have to say, okay It won’t be a pleasant thing to listen. "

Amelia’s head filled with ideas, trying to wonder what Bruce could talk about. Why would this woman be so secretive, and what could be so important from her past that she would refuse to share it with her husband and friends? She always thought that she was just an average girl, just a human who somehow ended up in the marvelous world of werewolves and was comfortable there.

However, as she saw the mixture of love, concern, and resolve in Bruce’s eyes, she got to the center of the acknowledgment that this revelation, whatever it was going to completely alter our life. Exactly as he had said it.

“Alright,” she said still glad to see Bruce by her side. "I am prepared. Tell me.

Bruce indicated that she should move nearer to the comfortable chairs near the fireplace. He continued to rub her hands and she somehow felt that he was not letting go of her hands because she might want to withdraw them.

‘Amelia,’ he said in a very calm yet commanding tone that despite the many circumstances which he puts her through, he is always in control. ‘What I am going to tell you may sound preposterous to a certain extent, impossible even.’ I stopped him there and with the most honest look I could muster I said, ‘You do not lie and I am willing to listen.’

Amelia simply nodded her head and felt her heart pounding to a rhythm that she was almost sure Bruce could hear. They embrace and the camera focuses on them, she says softly to him, “Bruce, I believe in you. All the time.”

Bruce took another deep breath, this time taking his thumbs and running them over her wrist gently. “Amelia, well, you are not human in any way, shape, or form at all But you are a Hybrid”

Blinking, Amelia thought she might have misheard, and said that he would go now. “What?” Bruce, that is not possible at all, No, I am not a Hybrid, I do not have stronger senses or the ability to shift, I am simply myself and most importantly I do not get burnt under the sun.

Bruce only then nodded, his eyes reflecting comprehension of what I was trying to say to him. He grinned then ‘I know it seems impossible But you are a Hybrid, Amelia A very special type of Hybrid that is endowed with powers that have been suppressed for a lifetime Most of the powers that you are unaware of’’

Amelia pulled her hands back, stood up, and walked all around the study contributing to something she knew nothing about. She shakily looked at her mate and then slowly started to shake her head, “No,” she whispered, “That can not be correct, no. My parents… they would have told me. ” “If I was unique like you in another, I Would have known about it.”

Bruce also stood but remained a little apart to leave her to her train of thought. ”Amelia, your parents wanted to protect you from exploitation by any person who might take advantage of your power, and therefore to conceal you from such people, they applied an old art form that tamed the wolf inside you.

Amelia was astonished and angry at the same time; she whipped her head around to face him. ”Power? What power? Bruce, this is not a logical thing at all; I can’t… I am not…”

But something was awaking within her even if she was protesting it. Perhaps a word of recognition of a fact she had always been aware of but never said out loud. Recollections emerged, moments in which she would overpower her injuries, her capabilities seen as heightened compared to normal people, and a closeness between the girl and the woods.

She whispered, choking her voice, “How. .. ” ”How did you find it out How long have you known”?

Bruce's face showed pain. “We just heard of it, we have not been privy to it at all,” Elijah searched for records and it came to me how to inform you, Amelia, before someone could harm you, I promise you this on oath.”

Amelia laughed, and her laugh was so near to becoming a terrible hysteria. ’Protect me? From what? From myself?’

Momentarily she could no longer stand and slowly sank into the chair. Bruce was now on his knees before her; his fingers lightly encompassing hers.

"Amelia," he murmured. I know this is a lot to digest here. But it does not erase; there is more and still more. Concerning your ancestral background, as well as the possibly looming threat we are exposed to. However, if you wish to take some moments of breakage to think about this firstly, that is alright.

Amelia looked at him again through hazy vision; still, she could see him. “More? What can there be more? Bruce, you have just informed me that everything I thought I knew about myself is a lie, that I am something I cannot begin to understand, what do I do with it and, how do I do it?”

To be honest, the suffering and confusion in her tone that finally reached Bruce was just incredible. He wanted to enfold her with his arms and shield her from the reality that was falling apart inside the hall. However, he knew that she needed time and space to accept this information as a shock for her.

He said to her firmly, “We will sort it out, together.” “I am here for everything you want to do, or need to do next.” “The pack is here. Amelia, you are not alone.”

An angry howl came from deep within the building, Amelia remained seated and her life as she knew it had changed. Bruce clamped up, his head lifting.

“What is it?” Amelia asked, responding only briefly to the question, which was in the middle of the struggle within her. "What's wrong?"

Bruce lifted from his chair, more so shifting quickly to the window. He then stood there with his eyes upfront, focused, and alert as if he were a sniper scanning the trees.

His tensed voice, he said, “It is back. “ He continued, “The threat that I had been on the trail of earlier.” Amelia, I am sorry for what I am going to say, but we do not have much time left I’m afraid. You still have a lot to learn and there is preparation to be done. A vehicle conveys that anything under the sun or in existence is headed our way. For you.

Amelia was sitting down now, and her legs were simply shaking, as her mind moved instantly from one scream to the next. She could not shake the feeling that her life—her existence, in fact—would never be the same the way she looked at Bruce at the window and out to the darkness closing in upon them.

Their howling grew more intense and louder. And for that, something primitive and primal woke up somewhere in her.