Everett’s pov
Rachelle looked bewildered as she tried to take in the whole information about her origin and everything about what happened to the white wolves that existed before they were destroyed by alpha Edward. She couldn’t take it anymore, it was quite obvious on her face as I watched her closely. I didn’t think she knew how or when she stood up and walked out of the study still looking shocked and unable to utter a word to Crew and Hazel.
I quickly offered an apology to both of them and quickly followed Rachelle to make sure she was alright. I wouldn’t be completely fine if I were in her shoes, because that whole revelation as my history will also come as a shock to me.
I heard the tap rushing from the kitchen and followed the sound, to find Rachelle by the tap fetching a glass of water to drink. Her hands were shaky and her face was pale. Poor Rachelle! I could understand that must be hard for her, having to find out that her whole life up till now was a lie. Been told she was an omega, being treated at the lowest of all low, made to do the most hurtful and degrading things to her dignity, made to go through ordeals that had scarred her for life; I knew it was going to take her a while to take it all in and come to peace with her history and who she really was.
I approached her and took the glass from her hand and she rested her head on my chest while breathing hard “I’m so sorry Everett, I just couldn’t take any more in, I didn’t mean to walk out” she apologized and I patted her hair gently while shushing her “its fine Rachelle, they would understand, I understand. I know it’s a lot to take in at once so take all the time you need sweetie. I’m here for you love” I said trying to make her feel better and began to slowly stroke her back too, hoping it also helps. She sighed and hugged me “thanks for being there for me Everett”
“You don’t have to be thankful Rachelle, I tell you that all the time” I replied but she shrugged “I can’t help it” she defended and pulled from the hug, her eyes looked teary and her face was sad… it broke me.
“Rachelle are you okay?” I asked her and she nodded then forced a smile at me “of course… I just need a moment to myself so I’ll be in my room” she answered as her voice gradually broke, letting me know she was at the brink of crying. This was bad. Rachelle wasn’t the cry baby type… so that meant this was really huge news for her to take in. She gave me a peck and went around me to exit the kitchen and left for her room. I knew she just needed privacy to bawl her eyes out to her content but I didn’t want that, I hated seeing her sad and I felt obligated at that moment to try everything possible that I could to make her feel better because I knew she was currently having many questions, doubts and questions running through her mind like an unstoppable train.
I had to do something to distract her before she was going to have a mental breakdown.
Rachelle’s pov
I got into my room and quickly jammed the door then rested on it before sliding to the floor as the tears I tried to keep at bay in front of Everett finally had their way out forcefully. There was a high probability that I was a white wolf now and I didn’t know how I was supposed to take the earth shattering news without fretting or even giving a single reaction. It wasn’t amusing to me nor was it something I felt like celebrating. There were no white wolves in existence anymore according to the myths I heard ever since I was a child at the paz pack. I was made to believe I was an omega and was treated really badly for years when there was a possibility I could be a descendant of the greatest and most powerful wolves that ever existed before they all got killed and vanished from the face of earth.
Then how did I survive? Did my parents really abandon me? Or they saved me? Were they alive or not? Did they even know if I survived or not? What if they were alive, how would I find them? What if I wasn’t even a white wolf and it was just a curse inflicted on me to die for maybe my parents’ deeds?
I groaned and hit my head as a million questions swept my mind and made me quite dizzy while the tears flowed like a river out of my eyes. I wasn’t myself, I didn’t know if I would be. How could all these be happening to me in one lifetime? People said only bad luck befalls those that did evil in their past lives and I wondered… was I probably that evil in my previous life? What did I do that was so grievous to make me suffer this much in this life I lived now?
First it was the whole experience with Kyle and Kylie as they maltreated me and filled me with hate for the works because they made me think all werewolves were like that; wicked, heartless and impassionate. My mind was tangled up, tied in jumbles of questions that seemed to want to drown me and cause emotional damage to myself at that moment. I quickly recovered myself and stood up, took a tissue from my drawer and dried the tears still running down my face, I realized just thinking about these questions wasn’t going to get me answers, so I was going to patiently wait till I was myself once again and kindly ask Crew and Hazel to go on with the whole generational revelation about the white wolves which I probably was… but a strong part of me knew I was.
I had my face cleaned with the tissue and then rinsed my face to prevent it from getting puffed up because it always did that whenever I cried. I did cry a lot as a child growing up in a really cruel pack, surrounded by bullies and no one to save me or fight for me but once I grew up a bit, the tears stopped coming when I accepted the life the moon goddess had ordained for me as I believed and just felt emptiness in my heart… until I escaped and found myself in this pack, then I became alive again.
All these memories just seemed to strangely awaken and I did like it. I sat on my bed and took in deep breaths, trying to calm myself down and feel better so I could feel collected when I met everyone at dinner, Including Everett.
That didn’t seem to be his plan though, as he opened my door and came in. He looked indecisive; like he was contemplating if he should come to me or leave me alone. I smiled inwardly and patted the space beside me on my bed as a gesture “you can stay” I told him and he smiled “I was scared… and I knew you came up to cry Rachelle” he said while looking at me with worry written in his eyes. I rolled my eyes and palmed my face “now I feel embarrassed” I said, my words coming out as a muffler through my fingers.
He came closer to me and gently peeled my hands off my face “Rachelle” he called in a rather consoling tone and pulled me in for a hug. This hug felt different, it was like he was baring his soul to me, telling me he was here for me and was always going to be, like he was telling me I shouldn’t be embarrassed to cry in front of him… all these unspoken but understood words hung in the air above our heads and I couldn’t help but sigh In relief against his chest
“I’m sorry, it’s just… I hate letting people see me cry. They bullied me for crying, and called me names when my eyes got teary so I just believed crying made me weak, I stopped and only felt empty afterward” I told him and he kissed me on my forehead.
“I cry too Rachelle and I’ve never considered it a weakness. Getting this pack wasn’t easy or all roses till I got to where I am now… I cried too, I lost people and I cried, I failed many times and I cried. Violet was mostly the one who consoled me or sometimes we’d cry together and got stronger together too because we weren’t afraid to share our fears and sorrow” he told me and I couldn’t help but get teary again
“Do you still cry?” I asked him and he nodded while playing with locks of my hair and caressing my face “of course I do Rachelle, I’m only a werewolf with feelings running through my veins” he replied and a tear dropped from my eye.
I felt so lucky to have him for the umpteenth time and I hugged him tighter “I love you Everett, I’m lucky to have you” I said and he ruffled my hair “so am I Rachelle, so am I” he replies and only our breathing were the audible sounds in my bed room before I realized we left Crew and Hazel waiting
“Oh shit! We got to go back to Crew and Hazel” I exclaimed and Everett laughed “how your mood changes so swiftly amazes me” he said and gave me a quick kiss “but I still love you that way” he added, making me blush and we broke the hug.
“We don’t have to go back, we agreed to continue tomorrow and they know their way round the house. They once lived here, remember?” He told me and I felt happy at that moment because honestly, I didn’t want to go back there to hear another mind bugging news that could give me a panic attack this time. So I nodded and smiled “tomorrow we’ll go on then” I agreed and Everett nodded then snapped his fingers “they also offered a solution, to help you find out if you’re actually a white wolf or not” he said and my interest peaked
“What is it?” I asked and he explained
“They said they could use your DNA to know if you’re a white wolf or not, but they can’t tell the reason why your fur changed its color suddenly. It’s a mystery to them too” Everett told me and I nodded “it’s still a better offer” I said
“Yeah but it could take time to get the result, so before then, we’ll head to the priest to find out more. What do you think?”
“I love it Everett, thanks” I told him excitedly and he grinned “glad I could help” he said and stood up to leave after giving me a peck on my cheek.
I wasn’t feeling fidgety anymore, thanks to Everett. He was my medicine and that I couldn’t deny because he knew it too and always did whatever he could to make me feel better at any time he knew something was wrong with me. The solution he offered also helped in lessening the burden in my mind and I felt quite better than I did when I came into to the room. I laid on my bed and soon my eyes began to feel drolly… it wouldn’t hurt to take a nap, I thought. So I did.
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The room was dimly lit and I could hardly make out where I was. I called out for someone but I couldn’t hear my voice. I began to panic, hoping someone would come for my help soon in case I was in danger. Suddenly I saw a tiny light form and it transformed into a person. I looked closely and it was alpha Graham smiling at me, his hands clasped together “alpha Graham” I called out once my eyes adjusted to the light and I saw him but my voice still wasn’t audible
“Let time take its course Rachelle, and you’ll know all you’re meant to fulfill… greatness is yours dear on” he said and with that he vanished into thin air. I was scared and tried to scream but my voice still wasn’t hearable. I began to panic and looked for an exit…..
With a gasp I jolted up in my bed and looked around once I realized it was a dream. I remembered what Alpha Graham said to me and wondered if it was a message.