Hayley
When Miranda said she'd visit me from time to time, I didn't expect that it would become a daily visit. I wasn't complaining though, I enjoyed her company, and she was a nice lady. Damian was yet to let me leave the castle, so whenever he left for work with Ethan, Miranda was the only one who could keep me from getting bored out of existence.
She had visited three days in a row since the first time, and I wasn't complaining. However, I was a little weary about her movements around Damian. She didn't exactly show her feelings, but I knew she definitely had a thing for my husband. Her stares lingered whenever he was around, and her sentences never seemed to be complete the moment Damian walks in.
I wanted to bring the conversation up a few days ago, but decided against it. However, after taking more notes of her body language and reactions towards Damian, I finally grew the guts to ask her the question I'd been keeping to myself.
"Do you like Damian?"
Miranda froze for a moment, the teacup halfway to her lips. For a moment she remained in her suspended state before she finally set her teacup down slowly. She took a deep breath before looking at me. There was a mixture of surprise and a pang of guilt in her eyes, and that already gave me half the answer I needed.
"Why do you ask that?" she responded, her voice steady but with a hint of defensiveness.
I took a deep breath, bracing myself for whatever her answer might be. "I've noticed the way you look at him. And how you get flustered whenever he's around. I'm not trying to accuse you of anything, Miranda, and I honestly don't blame you for it. He told me you two were once a couple, and I understand that feelings are hard to throw away."
"We were once in love, almost got betrothed when it became difficult for him to find his mate." Miranda revealed, and I was still for a moment. Damian never mentioned anything about a betrothal, he said they hadn't been in a serious relationship, but Miranda's words suggested otherwise.
"It's in the past now. I admit that I get reminded of our times together whenever I see him, but that's it. I don't think I'll call it love though, I think I'm just missing a man's touch." Miranda added and for a moment we sat in silence for a moment, the tension easing. Miranda reached for her tea again, her hands steady this time.
"Let's talk about something else," I suggested, eager to move past the awkwardness. I was already hurt by just the realization that Damian could have been with Miranda instead of me. And why did he lie about it? He could have just told me the truth, it's not as if he got betrothed to her.
"Why don't I show you some tricks to liven up the mood, and perhaps teach you some too.." Miranda said with a wink, but I was still lost in her revelations.
"Is something wrong?" Her question jolted me back to reality, and only then did I muster up a fake smile.
"I can't learn magic, remember? I'm not special..." I reminded her, but she seemed confused by my words. She had been the one who told me that magic was reserved for people who were special, or who had been born with it, so seeing the confusion on her face didn't help me one bit.
"Damian hasn't told you, has he?" She asked, throwing me further into disarray.
"Told me what?" I asked with a sense of urgency. Could it be that I was a witch? Was I special in some way? I wondered. It couldn't be true, I've never felt any sort of special powers within me before, it was probably something so trivial that it wouldn't even matter ten seconds from now..
"You're a Forger. You have the blood of the original Werewolves running through your veins." Miranda answered, and I almost choked on my own breath. Was she being serious, or was this some sort of prank? It didn't look like she was joking, and as the seconds passed, the seriousness on her face seemed to get bolder.
"Me? Related to the Forgers?!" I asked just to make sure that I wasn't hearing things, and Miranda nodded to my words. I still didn't believe it, the Forgers were known to be extremely powerful, however, the reverse was the case in my situation. And weren't the family killed off over a century ago? There were rumors that there had been survivors, but those rumors were never confirmed.
Thinking back now, I had remembered Damian asking me about the Forgers a few days ago. However, when he mentioned if I knew anything about my family, I had broken down, and ever since then he hadn't mentioned anything about the Forgers ever again. Was this what he wanted to tell me back then? And if he knew about it, how long has he known?
"You might not have much of their blood in you, but you're definitely a descendant of the Forger family." Miranda said before closing the distance between us. "So that means you're special." She concluded with a smile on her face.
"Special? The Forgers never practiced magic, did they?" I asked, even more confused now.
"They were the origin of magic, Werewolves are magical beings. The Forgers practiced dark magic, it was how they were able to combine the essence of wolf into human DNA, thereby creating the first Werewolves. Humans didn't like this, so they were ostracized as evil creatures. Magic is how Werewolves came to be. And since you're a Forger, your blood has a stronger affinity to magic than any other Werewolf." Miranda explained with a bright smile spread across her face.
I didn't know how to feel or react. All my life I had thought that I was a worthless nobody, but now things seemed to have changed completely. Not only was I a queen, I had also finally managed to learn a bit about my family. This was the start, I could feel it. If what Miranda was saying was true, then I could also learn magic. With magic on my side, there was nothing I couldn't accomplish.
My thoughts lingered back to Zion and Emily, I wondered how they'd react after learning that I was worth more than them at the moment. I wondered how many ways I could torture them using magic. It was only a taste of their own medicine, they had hurt me, and I had no intention of forgiving them anytime soon.