Chapter 56

Brooklyn's POV

After a few minutes of silence my mother said nothing and took me back to uncle Brandon's cabin.

Without her relizing it she grabbed my face and growled, her eyes were white as she held my face in her hands. "You will not give up like I did! I pushed everybody away when I lost Noah, I murdered people for something they had a right to fear. Me!"

"I'm not you mother." I pushed her away from me. "I loved him, and I allowed him to do those things to me. I didn't loose someone I loved like you did." I growled.

"I lost myself, I lost me!" I jammed my finger into my chest as I said it. I wasn't as strong as her, and Zena damn sure wasn't as strong as Clary. "I miss me..." I felt tears brim my eyes. "I want her back, but she left when Ryan took her from me.. So leave me alone pease?" I begged.

My mother looked up at me, her face scrunched up in confusion. Was she not understanding what I said. I thought I was pretty straight forward. She cuddenly cupped my face, her thumbs pulled the skin down under my eyes and I slapped her hands away wondering why she was doing that.

"Stop it!" I snapped at her and she ignored me and cast a spell on me to make me not be able to move. I struggled to move, even a centimeter will help break the spell.

"How lomg have your eyes been like this?" She muttered the question while still looking into my eyes. When I said nothing she narrowed her eyes at me.

Damn it mom I can't even blink let alone speak. If I could link her to tell her this is would, but I can't.

"Your eyes, Brooklyn. How long have they been flashing blue?" She snarled. I tried to tell her I couldn't answer her questions because of her spell. My eyes were beginning to water with the need to blink due to being opened to long. After a few more seconds she realized why I wasn't answering her and released me from her spell. I closed my eyes instantly and for some reason I felt like I wasn't breathing as I began to take in huge breaths.

"How. Long?" My mother was beginning to get on my nerves.

I looked up at her and scoffed. "This is my body. It does what it wants to when pissed off. Like cry, because I know I cant kill you all for fucking with my sleep. Now get the hell out and leave me alone!" I half yelled half growled at her.

She took a step back her face turning pale. "You can't control me anymore mother. I'm an adult now. I'm not a seventeen year old girl anymore, I do not need you to tell me how life works anymore!" I barked at her, my anger so high that it made her stumble away from me.

"Alright Brooke! I'll go, just calm down first." She said her voice a little shaky. "Just take a deep breath..." She murmured and I felt myself relax some after she said it. I knew it was her power of the mind, she was helping me clear my thoughts and tension. But something inside didn't want me to obey her magical command, even though my body did calm down to her calm tone.

Something inside me flowed out around me and knocked my mother down with the force of it. I heard something break but in my head I could careless if I hurt her or not. She limped as she got up to her feet. She couldn't stand on her right leg so I think it was broken or fractured.

"Brooklyn, I know what you're feeling right now. The darkness it tastes good don't it? Feels amazing?" The blood running through my veins did feel electrified. "But we can't go to the dark side of your magic." She winced as she moved to go and sit on a chair in the kitchen. Her eyes kept glazing over so I knew she was mind-linking somebody.

I stood there breathing heavily as I watched her nurse her leg while talking to somebody. She then glanced back up at me and I heard a growl leave me, not a angry human growl, but an actual growl that a wolf would do when threatened.

"Baby calm down." She coaxed me some more, but all that did was piss me off more.

I watched as my mother grabbed at her throat while trying to take in air but somehow couldnt. My vision blurred as I felt more power flow from me. It made my skin tingle and my body felt light and weightless.

I moaned in pain as my head began to pound. I walked into the couch as I moved and paced the living room floor. My skin tingles as a light eminated from my skin, I tilted my head to the side when a voice I had never heard entered my head.

"I know what you need!" It was dark and evil voice, but something inside of me wanted to hear his voice again. It was alluring and it was like a siren telling me to listen to him.

"You want pain to those who've wronged you, yes. I can help you with that, if you allow me!" He purred demonically. My skin littered itself with goosebumps at the appeal he was offering.

A smile formed on my face. "Bring me the dog!" He barked out an order and for the firsttime in months i felt something I thought I'd never feel again. My inner beast. She felt different though, stronger, more powerful than she was before, and her fur was a completly different color. Hands grabbed my arms and shook me. I blinked and focused in on the person.

It was my mother. Her eyes wide as I looked at her more clearly now. "Don't listen to him! I can ask Selene to get her brother out of your head."

Selene? The Moon Goddess? She's the reason why I'm so depressed right now. I don't want her help. I snarled and snatched my arms from her. A flash of lightening shone through the windows

"Selene wasn't there for me for my entire relationship with Ryan, she could have protected me from him from the start but she still placed he and I together. And you want me to ask her now for help? Again?" I asked her exasperated. "I didn't need her help to get me through it, and I damn sure don't need it now!" I told her. The sisnister voice in my head cast a spell and next thing I know I have a huge knife in my hand. I looked back at my mother who was staring at the weapon in my hand.

I twirled it around some then switched hands with it. I giggled at all the things I wanted to do to Ryan with this long blade. "I have things to do." I pointed the knife at her. "Don't try to stop me!" I warned and allowed the darkness take me over completely.

The last thing I remember seeing before the veil dropped was my mother's fear filled eyes that was brimmed with tears.