Chapter 053
HANNAH
"You're fine," Jace said. "Your mother was just refering to some minor, very minor problems that will be solved soon."
"Tell me about it," I said. "Tell me now."
Jace and the others exchanged looks. His brothers gave a little nod just before he sighed and leaned forward to remove something- a hairnet- from my head.
"Let's start with your hair," he said.
My hair fell in waves around my face. But it was not my hair, was it? It was white!
I yelped and flinched in surprise. I tried to get the alien tresses off my head but it soon became apparent that it was actually my hair when I tugged at them.
"What happened to my hair?" And then I had a thought. Maybe dying my hair had been part of some bizarre sort of treatment. "What did you all do to my hair?"
Again, they exchanged uncomfortable looks.
"We didn't do anything to your hair," Jace explained. "While you were unconscious, it just turned white. Even the doctor who has been looking after you can't explain what happened. That’s why we said it’s a minor problem.”
"But I have a theory though," Chase piped up.
At once, everyone shot him glares, even Willa.
Cade elbowed him in the ribs and hissed something that sounded like 'Keep quiet, will you?'
"What's the theory?" I asked.
"It's nothing for you to worry your head about right now," Jace said with a tight smile. "His theory is just guesswork anyway. Nothing serious."
Willa nodded. "Why don't you lie back. I'll sit with you and-"
"If there is something going on with me, I want to know what it is and I want to know it now. Chase?"
Chase looked at the others. My mother gave a defeated shrug.
"I think you are the white wolf," Chase blurted.
"The white wolf?" I searched his face if he was joking, but he looked serious. "What?"
My mother's hands fluttered around me, seeking to soothe or pat. "It's just a theory, dear. Just guesswork."
"Chase is obviously just reaching," Cade said. "Don't pay any attention to what he said."
"Yes," Willa agreed even though she seemed skeptical. "Your white hair is obviously just a coincidence or- or your immune system reacting to being poisoned, you know."
While they all tried to convince me that whatever Chase had said was not true, I noticed he retained a stubborn silence.
"If what I'm saying is such nonsense, then how do you explain how she's still alive?" Chase said.
Before the words were out of his mouth, everyone yelled at him to shut up.
Chase, looking mutinous, folded his arms across his chest.
"Honey, there is nothing wrong with you," my mother said. "And even if for arguments sake something is wrong and you're actually the white wolf, we will figure out a solution."
"Sure."
"That's right. We will."
Chase merely snorted.
"Besides you have to rest now and eat something," continued my mother. "It's so surprising that you can sit up all on your own at this point."
I gave my head a little shake.
"I'm not the white wolf," I murmured. "I can't be."
But the physical evidence said otherwise. I decided I needed to do something, to go somewhere to think because the atmosphere of the room had become oppressive. And more than anything, the smug face of the one who had put me in this condition in the first place floated before my eyes. Before I figured out what was happening to me, I had to deal with her first. I flung the sheets away and began to scramble out of bed.
Before I get out, five pairs of hands were holding me back.
"What are you doing?" Chase asked in alarm.
"Hannah!" Willa exclaimed. "You can't get out of bed. At least not yet."
"Let me go, please," I pleaded softly. “I need to get some things done."
"What do you want to do?" Jace and Willa asked at the same time.
"Julia," I said. "She did this. I'm going to kill her."
I tried again to stand, but I was pushed back onto the bed and held down there with protestations that I wasn't strong enough yet. In frustration, I screamed.
The scream reverberated around the room. The room began to shake. Willa shrieked, and grabbed the bedstead to keep her balance. Some plaster and sand fell from the roof onto the floor.
I was frozen with shock. Had I just done that? I asked myself.
Judging by the stunned expressions on everyone's face as they gaped at me, they were asking themselves the very same question.
"What's happening?" I asked, feeling dizzy. “Am I sick?” I managed to ask before I gave in to the darkness and slumped back to the bed.
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