LUCIANS POV

I walk just a little ahead of Morgan, a million thoughts keeping me mostly preoccupied, trying to come up with a way to keep the school here and my pack safe. Even as I stress over this I can practically taste the nerves seeping out of Morgan, as she picks up her pace to keep up with me. She's nervous about where I am taking her, nervous about Cedric and what happened the night before. But even though all this I can feel something else brewing under the service of Morgan and it only takes a moment to realise what, we just walked into the vampire's side of campus and every set of eyes are now watching us with anger and annoyance. The tension filling inside me as I walk with fake confidence through the hallway, gossip and whispers following us. I send some of them glares as we walk but it doesn't stop them.

The tension is suffocating as I try rolling my shoulders and neck for some sort of relief but it doesn't work and I find myself hunched ever so slightly, picking up my pace to get to the other side of the corridor to the stairs waiting there. I almost forget Morgan beside me until she falls into step, grabbing my hand into her soft ones with a smile. I breathe a little easier as the cold brush of her hand brings a smile to my face.

Something inside of my shifts and loosens as I smile down at her and the hallway that felt like it was miles long suddenly comes to an end. Morgan sends a glare at the vampires around us but hardly any of them seem to notice it all eyes on me but with Morgan beside me, I don't feel the cold as much. She warms the room and I feel stronger here with her.

My mind slowly falls back to Cedric, my pack. I know that right now they are hurting, hurting more than I can even begin to understand and in a way they might never even feel confident enough to keep in me. My mind travels back to the assembly, the way that the pack shifted away from me like I was something evil, a plague sent to them to end them. I feel sick when we reach the stairs now taking them two at a time. "He's probably feeding his father ways on getting inside." That vampire had yelled out and now I understand the fear inside of them more, this man had tried to take something important to me away as he did so many years ago.

He's a jealous and rude father, I don't like him much less love him, but how do I tell that to a school where ancestors and family are the biggest things. We enter the next floor at more of a sprint, Morgan quick on her feet beside me. The only person in this school that understands my family, the real one and not the one my father tries to portray to the outside world, is Cedric and last night once again my father had tried to take that away. Not anymore, I won't let that man win.

I can feel Morgans heart beating matching the tempo of my own where our hands meet. My thumb covering the pulse in her wrist where it sends electric shocks through my fingers and into my chest. Her breathing is heavy and some of the smile has dripped off of her face the closer we get to our destination. She's afraid and honestly so am I.

I pull us to a stop in front of a small white inconspicuous door. A window in the middle blurs out the inside but written on the door tells us everything we need to know about what to expect inside. In black bolded lettering Hospital Wing. Reading it Morgan gives the tiniest gulp but in the silence of the hallway, it echoes around us.

I take a deep breath in response and pull open the door. Inside the smell of antiseptic hits me and I stagger back ever so slightly from the smell, breathing through my mouth to withhold the panic for a moment before stepping into the room.

Morgan gives my hand a squeeze and I nod once over at her heading further into the long room.

There are no other patients in the room, supernatural creatures not really having a need for a hospital until its dire situations. Like Cedric, whose in the bed at the end of the hall, his bed overlooking the wide windows the storm raging outside has turned the world into a purple, grey haze. A bolt of lightning lights up the darkened corner of the room showing me that Cedric is still sleeping.

Morgans hand shakes in mine. I look over at Cedric through her eyes.

The consequential scratches on his face become harsh against the sickly whiteness of his skin, the way his cheeks seem hollow like he's been ill for weeks and no one noticed and worse of all the dark almost purple shadows under his eyes, he needs this rest even if he wasn't hurt last night.

Her reaction reminds me that this isn't even the worse of it, this is more the outcome of any fight Cedric would be a part of. No, the reason he's in the hospital spending the night fighting for his life, that's hidden under the blankets.

If I look close enough I can imagine the blood oozing around his chest and fear grips my heart at once.

Cedric.

"He's healing," I say it out loud to Morgan but I know I'm reminding myself as well. Cedric is healing, he made it through the worst and now we are just waiting for him to wake up and he will wake up.

Morgan nods beside me, letting our hands drop as she takes a shaky step closer to him.

I try to keep the mood light, mostly so I won't fall into another depression as I did right here last night waiting for any kind of news.

"If anything this is good for him, the boy hadn't been sleeping much anyway and now he's being forced to sleep." My chuckle is half-hearted and drowns itself out almost instantly but Morgan sends me a smile in reply anyway, making me feel slightly better about it all.

Her hands are shaking as she touches Cedric ever so gently, I can smell the sadness leaking out of her and I don't know what to do to make it better because the same sadness is coming out of me, this never should have happened, if Cedric wasn't so close to me it probably wouldn't have.

Morgan moves around the bed taking a seat in the horrible plastic chair, holding tightly to Cedric's hand.

"Tell me what happened last night." She says it simply, looking up to me with determination and I know that she needs this. She needs to know what happened.

"My father happened." I don't watch her reaction, I can't, not after she had stood up to me against everyone this morning. I sit on the edge of the bed beside Cedric and sigh, rubbing my hands over my face before starting again.

"I don't even know where to start with all this bullshit that happened. How did we get here?"

Morgan pats the bed in front of her with a sad look on her face so I walk over and sit in front of her, grabbing hold of Cedric's hand with her I let out the sob that had threatened to overtake me all night.

"My father ... he had his hand in Cedric's chest. He was holding his heart in his hand and I couldn't think. I froze up." I sob into my hands again, no longer seeing the hospital room or Morgan all I saw was the night sky and my father's wicked grin as he watched me. His head deep in Cedric's chest waiting for my next move.

"'Come with me, son.' As if I would go anywhere with him."

I felt bile trying to escape my mouth.

"As if I could ever go anywhere with him. As if I would want to." I could feel myself rising from the bed but I didn't really have control over my body, pacing around the room as I vent out all the things crowding inside of me. I notice briefly Morgans polite expression as she watches me, not saying anything but not in a judging way, instead in the way that I hope means she understands.

"My father, god my whole family, had kicked me down the gutter my whole childhood. He expected me to be like him loyal to the family name but I have no reason to be loyal to them. They were horrible people that used their werewolf genes to build an empire of just as horrible packs." I scoff pointing over at Cedric who still lays motionless on the bed. "God, my own father was the person that turned Cedric and he has no loyalty to him, he wanted to kill him last night."

My body starts shaking then, anger rushing through me in waves at the thought. Morgan watches me from the corner no hint of fear on her face as she watched me just complete and utter understanding.

"But he didn't." She says it so clear that I calm down just a little bit.

She's right Cedric is here. He's healing, he will wake up.

"How?"

I give another humourless laugh and come back over.

"I had frozen, I couldn't move. Annie, 6 years ago she came to our house and she pulled me out and last night she came into the fight and pulled me out of my frozen state again. With her, behind me, I could do no wrong. For the first time in my life, I stood up to my father. I told him I didn't want the life he imagined for me. I didn't need his family name and I didn't need his life. My father was shocked and Annie used that moment to push Cedric with her powers encasing him in a protection spell and I attacked my father."

"You attacked him?" Her words were filled with anger and it took me a long second to realise that she wasn't angry at me but glad that I had attacked him.

"I would have killed him but one of his witches froze me and they all ran off into the woods." I shake my head and come to her side again. Morgan wraps an arm around me and practically pulls me into the seat beside her. I wrap my arms around her, relacing into the scent of her, like roses and campfires.

"This might be a little egotistical of me but it felt like my father was there for me like he wanted me by his side and when I didn't he retreated to replan. I'm afraid of what will come next." We are silent for a moment and I listen to Morgan breathing.

"So am I." The words don't come from Morgan and when I look up I find Cedric watching us. Pain ruining the calmness of his face, I immediately stand up pressing the button to call in the witch nurse for some pain medicine.

Cedric watches both of us. His eyebrows knotting together as he takes deep calming breaths.

"Your father will be back, he'll be angrier and more dangerous than ever before. And this time we won't be so lucky."

A shiver runs down Morgan's spine at his words and I can't help but agree with him.

My father will be looking for revenge now, revenge for taking his son away from him. For making him look weak in front of his people and there's no way we will all survive it.

AUTHOR NOTE

I'm gonna be honest with you guys this chapter was rough. Not only am I not feeling one hundred percent but this chapter was just really hard to write and the characters kept on changing the story lol.
I think I wrote this chapter like three times so for now, this is the best I've got.

Still, what do you guys think about Cedric and Lucians past? And the relationship of Lucian and his father?

Please if you see any spelling, grammar or plot mistakes please comment so I can fix them in the editing.

Thank you for reading,
LAURA