8 Chapter EIGHT

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"The bastard just had to open his mouth," Amelia spat, her steps echoing loudly through the cafeteria as she approached Declan. Ryker, Emmett and Charlotte stared at her with wide eyes, giving her space along with everyone else to move. They were too shocked and scared to do anything at that point.

The collision with the wall had made Declan momentarily lose his bearings. He was on the ground, back against the cracked wall, groaning in pain.

Seeing Declan again brought back memories of Wolverstone that still haunted Amelia. She felt raw with frustration, renewed anger, and hurt as she stared at him. She felt like she was back in that place, trapped in the hell that he and her family kept inflicting on her, and she did not like to be reminded of it.

"Amelia?" Charlotte called out in a whisper. Amelia turned to face her, and she remembered she was not alone. All eyes in the cafeteria were on her and Declan. Ryker and Emmett had taken a protective stance two steps in front of Charlotte. They stared back at Amelia, a mixture of fight and fright in their eyes.

However, her main focus was not on them. Amelia turned her gaze back on Declan. He was slowly standing up, groaning as he did so with his glare fixed at her. Blood was dripping from the side of his head as she stared right back at him with rage in her eyes.

She continued advancing towards him. On seeing her coming, Declan stood and put up a front of courage.

"Is that all you've got, bitch?" he challenged. Amelia's eyes narrowed.

'He wants more,' she thought, an evil smile taking over her features.

She used her telekinesis powers to throw him up to the wall on his left, feeling satisfied when a loud thump sounded in the cafeteria. She threw him to the opposite wall, hearing the sound of his face crashing onto it as he groaned in pain.

A ball of fire appeared on her hand, much to the surprise of everyone as they all gasped.

"Call me a bitch again and we'll see how fast you'll become a barbecued wolf," she said, the fire roaring in her hand. Declan let his features slip, his true scared emotion that he had tried to hide slipping on his injured face, and that brought great joy to Amelia.

"Okay," Emmett went to intervene, quickly moving to stand in her path. "You've got to stop this."

"Get out of my way, Emmett," she spat.

"Why are you here?" the boy narrowed his eyes at her.

The welcoming look that had been in his eyes moments ago had been replaced with a mixture of fear and anger.

"The same as all of you," Amelia decided to humor the guy as she crushed the fireball in her hand. "I'm hiding."

"You're hiding?" Ryker hesitantly jumped in, voice etched with disbelief. "After everything you've done… after exposing yourself and possibly all of us--"

"My bad," Amelia said with a grin.

"You wiped off an entire species!" Emmett shouted in front of her. "You killed all the werewolves. How can you show yourself here and just say 'my bad'? Aren't you sorry for what you did?"

"I don't answer to you. I don't have to tell you everything about me, just as I don't need to know anything about you," Amelia said. "I'm my own boss now, and that means I can do whatever the fuck I want. Now move."

Emmett stared defiantly at Amelia. He was frightened, but he was too proud to listen to the witch's words. He doubted she would actually hurt him.

"Out of my way!" Amelia yelled, growing frustrated as she used her powers to slide Emmett to the side. The motion took him aback, but Ryker was there to catch him, both of them shocked by how quickly Emmett had been pushed. They knew the witch was strong, but they had underestimated the strength of her powers. Fortunately, he was not hurt.

Amelia approached Declan, whose face turned pale with each step she took.

"Let me remember where I was before that idiot interrupted me. Oh, yes. You just had to open that idiotic mouth of yours!"

Declan pounced at her with a growl, but the witch easily avoided the attack. She grabbed him by his shirt and threw him down to the hard ground, where he moaned in pain.

"Seriously? You're still trying to hit me?" Amelia raised him up and threw him back down for good measure.

"For every shitty thing you did to me, you should be glad your ass is still alive," she yelled at him, her foot connecting with his exposed hand. Declan screamed as she dug the heel in, satisfied by the pain the wolf was experiencing.

"What are you waiting for? Kill me," he groaned out. "I know you want to do it."

Amelia narrowed her eyes at him.

"Kill you?" she asked, acting as if the thought had never come to her time and time again. "Oh, Declan, I intend to do much worse than kill you."

The guy looked at her with a confused stare.

"You've had this coming for a while," Amelia continued, and in a quick manner, grabbed his free hand. He looked surprised for a moment, and his face scrunched up, form tensing as he struggled with something that was either painful or pleasurable.

"What is she doing to him?" Ryker said as he and Emmett walked towards her.

"I, Amelia Cooke, reject you, Declan Wolverstone, as my mate."

Jaws seemed to drop all around the room at her statement.

'His mate?' Emmett and Ryker thought. A pained howl echoed in the room, no doubt from Declan, even though his mouth was not completely open.

"Wait, what?" Charlotte exclaimed.

Declan's expression turned painful as he bent his form. At that point, Amelia had released his hands.

"You bitch!" he went to hit her. The movement was weak, enabling her to grab his hand once more. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, revealing only the whites as she started speaking in a rushed, unfamiliar foreign tongue that sounded like whispers.

No, she was not speaking. She was chanting; a skill that only witches possessed.

Their clasped hands glowed a bright red until a strong force pushed them apart.

"That was to make things final," Amelia added, shaking her hand as if she had touched something disgusting. "After all the things we have gone through, there is no way we can ever be together. Consider that the payment for all the crap you put me through."

Amelia turned away from him, finding herself looking at the other kids who stared at her.

"I'm sorry, even though I'm actually not, for what you've all witnessed. Feel free to enjoy the rest of your day," she said with a smile, her form disappearing in that instant.

Declan was still lying on the ground, and it looked like he was struggling to get up. Two people went to help him stand, no doubt his fellow packmates, and they all rushed out of the cafeteria.

"He was her mate?" Charlotte spoke with raised eyebrows. She and everyone else were talking about it, even though no one was going to provide all the answers they wanted.

"Wow," Ryker released a deep breath. "I wouldn't want to spend the rest of my life with her as a girlfriend, let alone a wife."

"Did you see that?" Emmett exclaimed. "She just pushed me with her powers! With no freaking effort! She barely moved a finger!"

"Emmett, we can do that too," Ryker pointed out dryly.

"Yes, but hers was more forceful. She did that with her mind. She's much stronger than I thought she would be."

"It makes me wonder more about her," Charlotte stated, earning confused looks from her brother and his friend.

"I'm trying to see this from an emotional point of view."

"Don't," Emmett and Ryker spoke at the same time, not wanting to have an ounce of emotion toward Amelia.

"From what I've heard," Charlotte ignored them, "she must not have been like this since she was born. The way people are raised has an effect on their mental development, and I wonder about her background. Where was she born? Who were her parents?"

"I think we know where she was born," Emmett stated, giving in to the topic he did not want to discuss. "That boy, Declan. His last name is Wolverstone. He came from the Wolverstone town, and since Amelia knows him, I believe we all know how she was treated when everyone there figured out she was a witch."

Everyone felt uncomfortable after what had occurred. At least some queries had been solved regarding Amelia, but they did not feel enough. No one else truly knew her. No one knew how the werewolves had treated her, and that was a problem for everyone on the island. It made them all wonder what she had planned for all of them.

"What the fuck just happened?" another voice spoke loudly. Everyone turned to the person, and they tensed in fright once more. There were two boys who had entered the cafeteria, all of whom Ryker was familiar with.

"You have got to be kidding me," Emmett sighed. Things could apparently get worse.

"Not them," Charlotte commented in discomfort.

"Yo, Ryker!" the boy who had spoken yelled. The students parted, giving him way to see the other vampire.

Ryker groaned. He shared a look with Charlotte and Emmett before heading toward the two boys who had unexpectedly shown up.

"This is not going to be good," she told her brother, and he nodded in agreement.