"Thank you for coming to see me today, Anne," Dr.Bennett said. She had a calm smile on her face.
"I didn't exactly have a choice," I tell her and my dad scolded me.
"Sometimes you need someone to give you the push in the right direction. It just means they care about you."
"I know my dad cares about me, but I think this was a little unnecessary."
"That's unbelievable Anne and you know it. This is the second time you almost killed someone and not know what you were doing. You didn't want to take the pills, so now we're here to see how we can help you," my dad says and I stay quiet after that.
After I shot the werewolf in the legs ten times and to the point where he couldn't walk because he wasn't healing fast enough, Alaric's dad waltzed in with a couple of other people who heard the gunshots and helped the guy to the pack doctor.
My dad heard from word of mouth and he talked to me about what he said the first time this happened. I started yelling again and my aunt Petra heard.
She was the only other person that knew of my condition and she told my dad that maybe he could take me to see a therapist or something instead. Petra was always more sympathetic when it came to certain things compared to my dad.
And that's why we're here.
"I want to talk to Anne alone for a little bit. She'll probably feel more comfortable that way," Dr.Bennett told my dad and he had no choice, but to step out of the room.
"You know, therapy is for humans. My brain doesn't exactly function the same way as theirs," I tell her.
"Thats why your here, with a witch therapist that can better relate to you instead of a human therapist. The more you try to find excuses to leave, the longer you'll have to come see me."
"Go ahead and do your thing doc," I tell her.
"Do you want help or not, Anne?" She was being strictly serious with me now and I took a deep breath before answering her.
"Of course I do. Who wants to blackout every once in a while and losing control?"
"Answer me this question, Anne. Why did you attack those wolves?"
"Because the first one was going to kill an innocent human and the second was being a jerk to my friend."
"I'm pretty sure there were other ways to deal with it though. You almosts killed both of them."
"Well, maybe that's how I like to deal with things. Sometimes people have to fear you to give you respect."
"Or maybe that's how you like to deal with werewolves," she says.
"What's that supposed to mean," I ask her. I could tell she had a hidden double meaning to her words.
All therapists usually do.
"I'm going to tell you something that will probably help you." I wait silently for her to tell me.
"Stay active or find something to do. It will help your mind focus better and will probably stop the blackouts. Get a new hobby or find a project."
"That's it," I ask her. How was that supposed to be helpful?
"Yes and I'll see you again in a little bit. Your not ready yet for what I have to say. You're already objecting to the task I've just given you."
"Yeah because that was real helpful," I tell her sarcastically, rolling my eyes.
"I'll walk you out." My dad was out side of the door waiting for me and Dr.Bennett told us goodbye. My dad and I were quiet for the ride back to the pack house.
"So, how did it go sweetheart," aunt Petra asked me. Chris wasn't anywhere near by, so her mom found this to be her chance to speak to me.
"It was fine. She didn't really tell me anything useful. Just told me to find a hobby," I tell Petra, rolling my eyes and flipping through the channels on the tv in my room.
"It doesn't help to try. Have you thought of what your going to do?"
"Maybe I'll help you get back at my dad for the trap he let loose on you yesterday," I tell her, laughing.
"I'll see if I can find something for you to do. Maybe you can help with the supernatural killings case. It's starting to get really serious and I know you've got a heavy brain."
"Have you guys figured out anything," I ask her.
"It's way bigger than we thought. A whole pack up north has been killed and we lost one of our judges up in the higher court. He just basically disappeared."
"What are they going to do?"
"No need to worry about it. Listen, I'm going to go make sure my daughter isn't getting too handsy with her mate."
"Ok. I might go downstairs for something to eat."
Petra leaves my room and my stomach growls.
"It's definitely time for me to eat." On my way to the kitchen I pass by the same conference room I was in the first day I got here, but this time I could here Alaric and his dad talking inside.
More like yelling.
And because I was nosy and I never got any of my questions answered about their relationship, I decided to stand with my ear pressed up to the door and listen.
"God, we've been over this a million times. How hard is it for your to just demand some respect when we have a meeting?" It was Arsenio speaking.
"It's not that easy when people already see you in a certain light Arsenio." I was surprised that Alaric called his dad by his first name instead of dad.
"They're right. Your not fit to be the next apha. No matter how much work I put you through, your still this weak child. Your going to drag this pack through the mud."
"Do you prefer Don? I'm sure you'll be happy to kill me, so his beta role can be moved up to alpha. Quicken the process. Although I don't think Don would appreciate you killing his best friend."
"At least he'd get the job done. I don't know what I should have done differently for you to be strong."
"I can't listen to this anymore. You can mourn over not having a strong son while I'm gone."
I grabbed the knife I carried today, concealed in a pocket on the side of my thigh. This time it was a dagger. It was designed with pretty swirls and was a pretty steel color.
When Alaric stepped out of the room, I pushed him onto the wall further down and held the dagger to his neck.
"What do you do when your in this position," I ask him, a smile spread on my face. I saw the panic in his eyes and he started breathing harshly.
"What the hell are you doing, Anne?"
"Wrong answer," I tell him and send a small slice to his check, a little blood dripping down his chin.
I found my project.