Brother’s Best Friends Are My Mates novel Chapter 48

Rain

The day started as normal. I mean, if you ignore the tense aura in the household. Everyone was on edge with the witches wanting to fulfill their blood oath and all. Honestly, I didn’t know what to make of it for the most part.

These witches come out of nowhere, demanding payment for something that my future mate and my fellow pack member shouldn’t even have to deal with. It’s so stupid!

Jesse would call me silly but I didn’t care. It was stupid, plain and simple. What other reaction could you have to it other than that?

But there was nothing silly about their intention to hurt us. I remembered thinking about the curses or hexes they could cast. Would they be the ones who called for our death?

Fuck I hoped not. I wasn’t ready to die.

When I was reading about blood oaths, it became clear that they could also be fulfilled through death. It wasn’t the most ideal way to do so, but this was what could be done if the persons refused to cooperate.

My stomach dropped at the thought of Lia or Michael dying. We all just became a pack with Lia finally accepting us as her future mates. I wished there was one thing I would be able to do to make this all go away with the snap of a finger, but there was no way to do that.

Unlike the witches, I didn’t have any damn magic!

When the thirty days Sinead warned us about passed, I grew nervous. We were all on edge. But I fucked up one day. It was all my fault. Sometimes I could be absent-minded, not thinking as much as I should.

See, after we contacted the magical committee, they told us they wouldn’t get involved because the Rosewater Coven was enacting a blood oath from before they signed a peace treaty. It wasn’t grandfathered in so it meant that they were perfectly able to collect on it since it was before the treaty was signed.

It sounded like a lot of issues we werewolf packs had. But one thing we didn’t have was amulets for protection. The magical committee had sent us a few. We were supposed to carry them around at all times and when I went outside that day… I forgot.

One moment I was walking and then the next I was knocked to the ground. When I looked up I saw this woman standing over me, sprinkling some stuff over me.

“Time to die.”

I don’t know how long I lay there but I remember hearing a bunch of shouting of my name, people wanting me to wake up. When I opened my eyes people were staring at me. Namely my pack.

Lia knelt next to me, looking beyond worried.

“Rain what happened?”

“Uh, I think one of those Rosewater witches tried to kill me because they thought I was you or Michael.”

Matt stared. “You forgot the amulet didn’t you?”

“Yes, but the curse didn’t work!” I said, grinning up at them. “I mean, look at me. I’m alive and as fit as a fiddle.”

At least I thought I was. I tried to sit up but felt this wave of dizziness.

Jesse frowned. “Rain, you look a little paler than usual.”

“Do I?”

“Yes,” Lia said firmly.

Together, they helped me back inside. I was forced to lie on the couch, much to my frustration. I’d rather be up and about, doing something. Laying here was making me bored.

But they wanted me to rest so I tried to rest.

I was resting when this sharp pain hit me. Not wanting to worry anyone, I hurried quietly to the bathroom and looked at my mouth where there was this pain.

“Wait, my fangs look sharper…”

All wolves had sharp teeth, but four of my teeth in particular were a lot sharper. I frowned, trying to figure this out but it made no sense!

Then later that night Matt accidentally cut himself when he was cutting something for dinner. The smell of blood hit me like a tidal wave. I was staring at Matt, licking my lips, and focused on the blood pouring from the cut on his finger.

“Rain, why the fuck are you staring at me like that?” he asked, giving me a strange look. “You’re looking at me like you want to eat me and it’s strange.”

“Uh, no reason.”

The fangs didn’t recede and the sudden need to consume blood was also there. I tried to ignore it but it became clear to me that something was going on.

Who was I going to talk to about this?

Wait, my mom. I could talk to my mom about this. Tomorrow I was going to call her. When you doubt you ask your mother or father about what is bothering you. A bit childish but I knew that she might have some answers for me.

I blinked. “Wait, what? Since when?”

“Since always. Your father’s side. It usually stays dormant unless, well, provoked by something supernatural. The curse must have awakened your vampiric traits, which likely saved you.”

I leaned back against the wall. “So, you’re saying the fangs and blood cravings are… normal?”

“For a quarter vampire, yes. The cravings will settle, but you might notice… other changes.”

“Like what?”

She hesitated. “Stronger senses. Maybe heightened strength. And… some sensitivity to sunlight.”

I groaned. “So I am a cliché. Do I have to avoid garlic too? Sleep in a coffin?”

She chuckled. “No, sweetie. But we will need to adjust your diet.”

I flopped back onto my bed, exasperated. “Perfect. Just perfect.”

Wait, I was going to have to tell the rest of the pack this!

First, Lia discovers that she is part witch and I discover I am a vampire. It’s not the most ideal thing to discover. How do I even digest this information?

Groaning, I realize I am still on the phone with my mom and sigh.

“Rain, I’ll let you go. It’s clear you have a lot to think about so go ahead and think about what I said. When you’re ready to talk, we are going to discuss everything. I do have a lot to tell you.”

I hang up with my mom, suddenly realizing I need to tell the pack. Fuck, what would they even think? Sure, Lia was a witch but

a witch is one thing. Vampires and wolves are supposed to be mortal enemies. I mean, I’ve seen enough of the movies!

Shit, I hope they accepted me. I really did.