I got at the campus about thirty minutes ago and I've been here in my car staring bluntly at the steering wheel, rethinking the last few choices I've made. I didn't want to regret anything and knew I didn't regret anything, but at the same time I didn't know what to think or feel anymore. Even now, I couldn't stop thinking about him.
I sat back and looked at myself through the rearview mirror. Surprisingly this shirt fit me just fine. I even tugged down the collar to have a look at the mark left on my chest and then I lightly rubbed it with my index finger. I wondered if he could feel this.
I then immediately pulled my shirt back up when people walked by the car. The windows were tinted but tinted windows were never helpful with werewolves around and I knew those were werewolves. It was that lame crimson squad again.
A small group of jocks that are all wannabe alphas, run by Jemmal Kennedy, but in reality they are just idiots that watch too much Rambo and expendables movies so they just believe they're above everyone. Zack and PJ are literally the only guys they'd not want to mess with, but I was always the target they'd want to pick on and I never really tried to entertain their shit.
Anyway, Doc needed me and I couldn't keep him waiting any longer. I'll deal with this mark and that hybrid later.
'You can run, but you can't hide from me, little shit. Just know that I am coming from you.'
And suddenly that voice just rang in my head. It came from the back of my head and in a way sounded like a whisper from just behind me. I immediately turned my head back to look as it also startled me, but there was no one there.
Maybe I was losing my mind, but it sounded like Greg just mindlinked me. Fuck that meant that our matebond was complete and that he and I were now linked. I nearly plugged my locks out of my hair. Why me!?
Now I need to calm down. I closed my eyes and took another deep breath and another breath out. I opened the door and I stepped out.
I closed the door and walked up to the campus gates, heading inside and passing by Jemmal's crew. I was about to make my way through the door when Jemmal suddenly said something. "Oh look, it's the fag." He didn't say it loud, it was more of a whisper in one of the guys' ear, but loud enough for me to hear it. And he knew I could hear it.
There were times when I did put up with his shit, but today he just really pissed me off. I knew I was better than them and I always held myself back because I didn't want people to make me feel like an outsider, more than I already was. But now he just pissed me off.
I gritted my teeth and glanced back seeing them laughing, while Jemmal was holding his phone and a cigarette in his hand, acting all cool and all. But every ounce of malicious intent took over in me. "Incendia..." I then watched sparks fly from his phone as it set a flame and slipped out of his hand when it burnt. He then stepped on it and like any guy would do when their iPhone is set on fire, he tried stepping on it adding more damage than their already was.
Seeing that was funny to me and after laughing to myself and getting myself the satisfaction, I walked along with my chin held high. There was this new confidence in me and it was like I didn't have a care in the world.
I headed inside and was greeted by the lady at the resource centre and then headed on my way to the headmaster office. I knocked on the door and waited before I walked inside, smiling as I saw Doc.
"Hey Doc. You wanted to come see me?"
"Elrich." He smiled at me and stood up. I saw that he wasn't alone. "Glad you made it." He then gave the person who sat on one of the chairs a look. "Mr Brohn, this here is Elrich Mikaelson."
"Oh I know who he is, I have heard quite a lot of stories about the young witch hybrid you have here." The male said in a rather thick British accent. He was even dressed fancy like some guy here for serious business and for some reason his presence alone felt intimidating.
I looked at Doc and frowned, needing to know why he needed me here. It seemed pretty urgent to me, but I didn't exactly come here as quickly as possible and I was glad he hardly noticed.
Seeing that I was confused, Doc came around his table and introduced me to the guy. "Elrich, this here is Rahn Brohn. The Northern pack representative at the council."
The council!? This guy was from the council!? How come I never heard of him before!?
I slowly folded my arms and then turned my head to look at Rahn and try to seem a little nice at least. "Eh, nice to meet you Mr. Brohn. Sorry, I didn't exactly expect your visit. Nobody told me anything." I turned my face to glare at Doc. I would've gotten here better dressed at least and definitely would've gotten a shower to wash the smell of dick off me, before I had to meet with a council member.
"Oh no, no formalities are needed!" Rahn laughed all too nice. "Your father and I were very close friends back in the day. And it is true, you really do look like him and you do have your mother's eyes."
It was the first time someone ever talked about my parents like that. Not even Doc or Mama G talked about them. They did now have my attention and I had so many questions that needed answers.
"Why don't you come have a seat?" Doc insisted. "I'll go get some coffee!"
I nodded at him and then went to sit down, watching him leave the room to just me and Rahn. Why did I have a feeling that me being here had something to do with my family?
"You must be wondering why I wanted to see you," He sat down on the other chair. "And why I chose to see you afterall this time, especially since I knew of your family and knew them before the ... massacre."
"That's okay. I never really met them, so you don't need to worry about this being a tough topic for me..." I shrugged.
"In that case I'll get to the point." He chuckled and cleared his throat. "About to weeks ago one of the eastern cape towns got attacked by rogues."
"Rogues?" I knew rogues were a thing. I just wanted to know what the eastern pack's business had to do with us.
"Yes. A rescue team was sent out but by the time we got there, it was already too late. Everyone in that town, dead...but that's not the most disturbing part. In one of the scenes, a brand was found on a wall and it belonged to the one and only werewitch pack that existed sixteen years ago. The Lunix pack...your family's pack."
"What are you trying to say?"
"I'm saying that there's a slight chance that someone out there in your family is still alive...And that this person may have made an enemy with the council."
It took me a moment to let this all sink in. There was so much I wanted to know about my family. I did want to meet my parents, that's something I always wanted and I'd jump at the opportunity to learn about my past. I was only four when this massacre happened, and I had no memories of them. Doc believed they erased any memory I had of them because there were traces of a mental block in my brain.
I looked at Rahn and then pressed my lisp together before replying. "Okay, so uhm, Doc said you needed my help or he needed my help. I assume it has something to do with this person you're trying to find...?"
"Yes. Many believe that the symbol he left on the wall, might be an encrypted message. None of our expertise could decode it, so we were hoping you could maybe use a tracking spell to locate him."
"But I'll need the spot where the mark is left on..."
"Good thing I brought it with me then." Rahn grinned and then reached for a case underneath his chair. He opened it and inside it was a slab of rock, which looked like a chunk torn from a wall. And on it, I saw the symbol. A crescent moon and around it were six sigils. They represented the circle and just like the werewolves have a council, the Lunix pack had one of their own, called the circle. It was an encrypted message, but even I couldn't read what it said.
I even touched it with my finger tips to maybe try and find any hidden texts but I didn't find anything and only got to the tracking spell right away.
I stood up and headed to find a map in Doc's drawer. Doc soon came in with the coffee and while he set the cups on the coffee table, I was busy preparing for the spell.