Scarlett's P.O.V
"...I think she's waking up..."
"...Will she be alright..."
".....Who is she...."
"....She's running a slight fever....."
Scarlett heard voices through her muddled brain. A hand touched her fevered brow. She felt her head ache with a slight headache.
"...Here. Take some water...."
Cool water touched her lips. Scarlett drank some. She flitted her eyes open an inch. Her vision was blurred. She blinked them again until, her sight was clear. She saw an array of faces looking down at her. The room didn't look familiar.
"What...where am I?" She murmured, her voice croaky. She spotted Grace among the people in the room. Abruptly, memories of the night before flooded her mind. Spooked, she jumped off the bed in a jolt.
"You!" Scarlett cried out as she pointed at Grace. "You're a werewolf!"
She looked around wildly, her eyes flashing. Men and Women stood around in the room, their expression a calm one.
"Scarlett, calm down." Grace said as she came closer to her.
"Stay away from me!" Scarlett shouted.
"Calm down and let me explain what happend...."
"Where am I?" Scarlett interrupted.
"Your in the Brown's residence." A man said in a deep baritone. He looked like he was the head of the house. He had short, black, disheveled hair . He was very tall and muscular. Scarlett sat down as she didn't feel particularly too well. I mean, who could with all these strange going ons? I can hardly stomach it all myself.
"I wish to speak to Grace. Alone. Please." Scarlett said to all the people in the room. She felt nervous around all of them. Grace nodded to the man that spoke earlier on, and they all filed out of the room. She turned to Grace and noded her head towards her, signalling her to start her explanation. Scarlett folded her arms as she prepared to be listening.
"I need you to listen to me with patience." Grace began to say, as she leaned on the window frame of the room. I know what I am going to say will probably sound unbelievable to you, but trust me, it's all true." Grace said cautiously. "Today is your sixteenth birthday and...."
Bewilderment flooded Scarlett's mind. How....how on earth did she know that? We've hardly known each other for a day? Or does she read minds?
"How did you know that?" Scarlett asked Grace dubiously.
"I know because I am your grandmother."
"What?!"
"I know its incredible, but its true."
"No way! But you're so young!"
"I promise I will answer all your questions, if you'll let me finish." Grace said as she quirked an eyebrow in irritation.
"Ok." Scarlett said as she threw her hands up in surrender.
"Everyone you just saw in this room including me, are werewolves." Grace began. "Well, were werewolves. Not anymore."
Scarlett eyes bulged as she heard that. No way...
"Last night," she continued. "You broke the curse on us werewolves."
"I did? How?" Scarlett asked dubiously. "I don't recall doing that."
"Well, you did. A prophecy fortold of one who is powerful enough to end the curse and restore balance."
"I found a fang and a poem yesterday in the painting, in the living room. I remember now that I held the fang in my hand. I planned to use it to defend myself last night. But I don't remember anything else." Scarlett said as she shrugged her shoulders.
"The prophecy! The sacred painting!" Grace exclaimed aloud. "Did you just say that you found the sacred painting in my living room?" She asked with surprise and uncertainty shining in her eyes.
"Yes, I did."
"Is it with you here? Can I see it?"
"Yes, of course." Scarlett dug into her pant pocket and removed the fang and the poem. She then handed them over to Grace, who took the items almost reverently.
"What prophecy were you talking about?" Scarlett scrunched up her face in puzzlement.
"This," she held up the small piece of paper, "Is no poem. It is the ancient prophecy I just told you about. You are the fated one."
"Fated one? I don't want to be any 'fated one.' I didn't sign up for all these shenanigans when I moved here!"
"Well, you must be because when I later woke up in the woods, I was human. And you were there." Grace said with strong conviction. "It is you."
Lord, when did my life turn upside down? Today is my birthday for Pete's sake! I should be out and enjoying the day, instead of being here, and trying to wrap my head around all this nonsense. Scarlett thought, annoyed.
"Okay, so why am I this 'fated one?' How do I fit into all of these?" Scarlett asked.
"The parents that you think are yours, aren't actually your biological parents. Your biological father was a shapeshifter, while your biological mother, was a werewolf."
Scarlett felt temporarily paralysed by shock. Her mind refused to function, it went blank. Her mouth hung open. She tried to say something but, no sound came from her mouth. Only a little squeak. Scarlett stood up suddenly, and she paced the room. Only one thought ecohed throughout her mind....
...they're not your biological parents.....parents....parents.....
"How.... how....h-how c-can this be?" Scarlett stuttered in confusion and shock. It felt so surreal to her.
"When a werewolf finds its mate, its for life. That's how it was for your mother. There was so much hatred between the werewolf and shapeshifters, even now, there still is. When the shapeshifters found out that your mother and father were having an affair, it caused such an uproar that the shapeshifters cursed us to be werewolves. We were once direwolves before. Anyway, by that time, you were already growing in your mother's belly." Grace paused to take a deep breath. She wiped her eyes with her hand, as she continued.
"Your father was killed in the process. The shapeshifters said that he was a traitor to their tribe. They tried to kill your mother but she went into hiding. I bever knew what had become of her for a long time. I later did some investigations, and found out that she had died when she gave birth to you. I think the grief of loosing your dad, had weakened her resolve to go on living." Grace said sniffling.