A/N: Hello Readers. Okay, this chapter was a bit shorter because I had a Mid-Term test to study for and I wanted to get this chapter out pronto. I like the chapter but it was one of my weakest one but I promise, I'll have the next chapter better for sure and don't worry, Gina's picture will be on Chapter 10. Next chapter I might have Caine's picture up. Still looking for one that matches him. Anyways, thank you all for reading and I don't think I've said why I was writing this. This is dedicated to my younger sister because she has an obsession for werewolves and I hope she likes this story. Again, thank you all for reading. Enjoy!

 CHAPTER EIGHT

          Drip Drip Drip Drip . . . Was I hearing that? Tick Tock Tick Tock . . . Why were the sounds so loud. All I could see was darkness. What was this darkness I was feeling? Alone? Fear? Hate? Was I standing or sitting? My mind had shifted from reality to darkness. What was reality? The pain. I could remember feeling it. Small noises now was making it's way into my thoughts. Eryn . . . Wake up! The voice so familiar yet it sounded distant. Bu-Bump . . . Bu-Bump . . . Bu-Bump . . . Was that my heart? I could feel it now and then a small chill up my arm as someone placed their hand on mine. Wake Up Eryn! Was that . . . Brody! Finally, my eyes seemed to force itself open as the bright light shined through. The lights were coming from above me. Ceiling lights. Blinking to adjust to the brightness, Brody was staring down at me and his faceless expression turned into a blissful smile,

                   "Oh God baby girl, your awake." he said now hugging me. His cold hug ran chills down my exposed arms and then I took in the room around me. I was laying in a hospital bed. Now noticing the hospital gown on me, I started to freak,

                    "What the hell am I doing in a hospital?" I asked, trying to sit up as Brody backed up a bit but set strong hands on my shoulders to hold me down,

                  "That's not a good idea Eryn." he said as I struggled to get his hands off. No use in trying.

                 "What the hell am I doing here?" I demanded. Brody looked towards the closed door of the hospital room and then back at me,

                  "Your injured at the moment." he said, now staring down at my arm. My eyes followed his gaze and my eyes widen at the bandages covering my right arm. I moved the tips of my finger, the only part exposed, and didn't feel anything. I lifted my arm closer to me as I touched the bandages with my left hand,

                  "What happened?" My voice trembled as I asked him. Brody didn't answer, instead he stared away from me. Fear had taken over now as I asked again,

                     "What. Happened?" this time the words forced. Brody turned his head back at me and I was taken back when I seen the tears forming. He was crying. The first time in a long time since I've seen him cry. He blinked so the tears would fall and then wiped them away,

                     "I didn't want this . . . This wasn't suppose to happen." he sort of mumbled but loud enough for me to hear what he was saying. My feelings had changed from fear to anger to now sympathy,

                      "Brody . . . What are you talking about?" I asked, knowing in the pit of my stomach that he was hiding something. His now watery eyes looked at me,

                     "I've been trying to keep this part of your life a secret so you wouldn't go through-" he paused and stared at me. I scrunched my eyebrows together,

                     "Go through what?" I asked. He took a deep breathe, "Go through what your mother went through." he finished. What the hell was he talking about? My mother? From his voice and expression I could tell he didn't want to finish what he was saying but I wasn't going to let him get off this easy.

                       "What are you talking about." A few more tears rolled down his eyes as he finally answered,

                       "Your parents didn't die in a car crash. Your mother killed your father and then took her own life." he said. That moment of regretting to know a secret you weren't suppose to know sunk in deep and anger now erupted,

                         "YOUR A LIAR." I snapped, now trying to get out of bed. He stood up quickly holding me down, "Please Eryn it's true. You can't get up. Your hurt."

                           "I don't care. What kind of joke is that. You don't joke around with my parents death." I said as tears started to form. Not knowing my arm was connected to an IV, I pushed his arms away from me as I pulled on the tubes, regretting it because pain ran through my left arm, a small yelp exiting my lips and I stared at the tubes. Brody held me back down,

                            "Damnit Eryn! You can't get up." He secured me as I struggled but I tired fast since I was crying now and shaking all at once. He held me into a hug now comforting me. He shooshed me telling me everything was okay,

                             "I was trying to keep that from you but what happened in the bar confirmed that it was destined that you knew everything and your mother was right. I wouldn't be able to keep it from you." Every word he was saying I couldn't believe. I was hurt now, he was telling me my mother had murdered my father. The sobs continued as he lay me back down and sat at the chair next to the bed,

                        "Eryn, I know it's a lot to swallow at this moment but It's time you knew what really happened." I turned my head to face him, "Why now? Why after so many years?" I asked.

                        "I thought I could protect you from the truth but things happen for a reason." He answered. I sighed and nodded. He let out a breath of relief,

                         "Your mother was having the same black outs when she was with my brother. They were college lovers and when she was 20, same age as you, that's when they occurred. She started blacking out and would wake up with eyes of dark black. No white to them. My brother didn't know what was happening. She tried to kill him. This went on for a year and she was taken to Italy to a priest who thought she was possessed. She wasn't, she tried to kill the priest with . . . With some sort of black magic erupting from her hand." he said, now staring at my bandage arm. I scrunched my eyes together, wondering if he was implying that I had tried to kill someone but he continued, "She went on about voices in her head. At 21, the pain got worse and the voices got stronger. She thought she was going to die but my brother took her to a witch doctor. My brother was in love with her, he wasn't going to leave her. What they found out was . . ." He stopped and looked at me as I waited, "She wasn't human." My breath caught into my throat. The same symptoms my mother was having, I was enduring and she wasn't human. What was she?

                           "She was a sorceress!" Brody said, answering my unasked question. A sorceress.

                          "She was a witch?" I asked.

                        "No. Witches and Sorceress are two different beings. A witch has to use spells to use magic. Sorceress are stronger beings. Stronger then any being. They have dark magic within. They don't need spells or words to conjure anything. They think it and it happens but they have to be strong enough. As what your mother had told me. The headaches and voices all stopped when she became pregnant with you. A few months after. Your parents weren't married then. They got married after having you. When you turned five, your mother started getting the voices back. She . . . blacked out and when she awoke, she found your father dead. She didn't remember what happened but she knew it was her or whatever was in her that killed him. She ended up killing herself. A month before any of this happened she called me and told me everything, from the voices to black outs and what she was. She then told me she noticed you were having bad headaches and would black out but would not remember anything after. At the age of 5 you stopped having them." I sat in silence. I was a . . . Sorceress!

                         "What happened at the bar?" I quickly asked.

                         "You blacked out and when we ran over to help you, you awoke with black eyes completely fixated on Caine. Your hand started to glow and then a white ball of liquid shot towards him like a bullet. He was too transfixed on you and your form and lucky for him I dodged him out of the way. You try to go after Gina but I was quick tackling you down. You weren't conscious and I try to wake you but you were completely gone. Your hand was bruised and I ran you to the hospital. Gina and Caine are here right now, in the waiting room." his expression was set to worry now. I tried to kill Caine and Gina? What was going on with me. My life had been a lie?

                         "I'm sorry baby girl, I didn't want this but your mother was right, there was no way to hide it. It was going to happen." I wasn't mad at him, just the fact of my life being a lie was hard to swallow. But it was fate, as what he said. Fate. At this moment, I hated fate. It was nothing but trouble for me. I just sighed, there was nothing I can do but wonder how to control it. Brody quickly stood, now staring at the door with tensed eyes and in seconds, the door had swung open as Connor stood in the door way, staring at me. His face was in a distraught look,

                         "Ar-Are you okay?" he asked as his worried words touched me. He walked over to me and Brody just glared. He stood on the opposite side of the bed, his beautiful eyes staring down at me. I just nodded as his hand lifted up to check my forehead and Brody growled, "She's fine." he said and Connor glared back at Brody,

                         "It seems she isn't because she's laying in a hospital bed with a bandaged arm. Caine told me everything so I ran here." he said and I raised an eyebrow,

                         "You ran here?" I asked. A smirk spread across his lips,

                     "Wolf form. Don't worry, I kept to the shadows. I would of brought my Ducati but I needed the night air." he said but his voice soon was replaced with worry again,

                       "I thought you were hurt. Your arm." he said, now gently lifting it and examining it. He was bent down to me, leaning over me as I could smell the night air on him. Oh goodness, even hurt I wanted him. He turned to face me and my face had turned red,

                      "It's settled you have to come back with me. It's too dangerous here." He said and Brody objected, "The hell she is." he said.

          Connor looked at him,

                     "The rate she is going I can't entrust her here." Brody had his hands in fists now,

                "You don't have a choice in that matter. Your just some dog whose in heat." Oh damn, I thought. I could feel Connor tense now and a growl escaped his mouth,

                  "You better watch your tongue blood sucker before I rip it out." Before the argument got any heated I stopped it, "Hold on! Why do you both act as if I don't have a say so in this?"

                   "You don't!" they said in unison. This pissed me off even more,

               "Well that's changing." I ripped the IV's out of my arm wincing in pain but throwing the tubes down on the ground and stepping out of the bed. They both try to help me but I held my hand out,

                   "Both of you guys better not touch me or so help me God!" I said in anger. They stopped as I stepped away from the both of them,

                  "You said I have sometime before I have to go back with you. I don't want to to be honest but I'll go if you give me that time." I said to Connor and he stared at me as if to disagree but then sighed,

                   "Alright!" he gave in. I nodded and then looked at Brody,

                  "As for you I'm going to go back to school Monday whether you like it or not but I'll have Caine with me." I said and Brody scrunched his eyes, looked at Connor.Connor didn't like the idea. Brody sighed, "Alright." he answered. He'd rather someone besides Connor go.

            "Right now I've gotta figure things out. About Penelope and about me being . . . A sorceress." I admitted to myself. Connors eyebrow arched, "Sorceress?" I didn't have time to explain to him, I was having questions of my own.

                 "Not right now Connor. I'll explain later. Right now get me out of this hospital." I said to Brody.

          After signing papers of release and then getting me home, I sat in the living room of my house with Brody, Connor, Gina and Caine, the other pack members patrolled the area of the house. It was almost eight in the morning, usually the time Brody would be in bed but this was important matters. We went over everything. Brody talked about me being a sorceress and he was going to find out how I could control the voice in my head and my black outs. I confronted Connor of marking me and he just let if off as if it was a natural thing to do. An argument between Brody and Connor broke out over it but Gina had to settle them down. I apologized to Caine and Gina about the bar incident. The most important duty at the moment was this Penelope woman.

          Gina knew about jealous sucubus, they were the worst. Their whole purpose was destroying the competition. Connor went over details about her, a red headed woman with dark green eyes. She was about my height and body built. She was smart in every aspect of the way. She was dangerous and from the looks of things she knew too much about me. It was settled that Caine would join me at NYU until Penelope was taken care of. Another thing that was eating at me was my 21st birthday, which was in three weeks, May 1st. It wasn't the age part, it was the whole sorceress deal. After Brody had told me that it got worse when my mother was 21I didn't want the same thing to happen to me. I knew one thing though, I was going to find a way I can control it.

          After everything was done, Brody had to get some sleep while Gina went home. Caine joined in the patrolling with the others while I sat in the living with Connor. He sat in the recliner chair across from me, "Hows the arm?" he asked. I stared down at the bandages, "It's good. I can feel a bit more feeling in it."

                      "You know, I was going to tell you what marking was." he admitted and my face went red. Anything that brought my mind to having any sexual contents with him made me go red. He smiled at the blushing on my face.

                     "I'm sure you were." I mumbled.

                   "I guess I was right about you not being human but being a sorceress. I would have never guessed."

       I didn't like the idea at all. I wanted to be human but that was impossible. I didn't say anything. He then caught me off guard when he asked,

                      "I know us being mates is hard to go for. So I was wondering if we could go on a date Friday. I would want to get to know you. Being my mate and marking you isn't all I want to do. I want to get to know who you are and in return, you can get to know me." There was no sarcasm to the question. At first I wanted to deny him but then I let out a sigh,

                   "Okay! I'd like that." He smiled, "Alright. I'll surprise you, how about that." he said, now standing. I raised an eyebrow, "Surprise me? I hate surprises and coming from you I think I'd rather you tell me." He just smiled, "No, I think the surprise would be worth it. Plus, I might get a chance to mark you then." he said jokingly as he walked out the door. I didn't get a chance to argue back but deep inside, I felt a warmth of want.