Chapter Seven

I winced as the sun beamed into my eyes and startled me awake.. my sister's laughter echoed around the Bedroom.

'You always did hate the sun, as its bright beams hit your face'. Annabelle snickered.

She was lying back in Brax's chair with a stool, in front of her, supporting her feet.

'Who actually likes the blinding sun in their face?'. I grumbled, unhappily.

'Oh, apparently Brax loves the sun.. so good luck there'. She winked.

I sat up awkwardly and started to feel defensive.

'Nothing is going on with Brax and I'.

She raised her eyebrows, at my blushing cheeks.

'It is bloody obvious, he is acting so protective of you, little sister'.

'Compared to you, I am just plain and boring'. I protested.

I then stood up and went to leave the room; she leapt up and grabbed my arm. Her pupils dilated much like Damien's had yesterday. Her nails sharply dug into my wrist and I winced in pain.

'That hurts, Anna'. I cried out.

'I bet the young member felt the same, when he was burned alive'. She growled, annoyed.

'I told Damien that she did not do it, so back off!'. Brax stormed into his Bedroom and snapped at my sister, wrenching her sharp nails off of my wrist.

She scoffed, taking a step back from him.

'Damien would be very angry if he knew how you just acted towards your Luna'.

I took a step back towards the bed and frowned deeply in response to how protective he was of me; it was strange but I knew I could trust this male and yet he should not trust me.

I was his enemy after all..

'You both need to leave'. I whispered, feeling magic building up, but it felt wrong, out of control.. and I simply could not control it.

My sister scoffed at me; clearly amused at how little control I had of my magical abilities.

'Clearly father was too soft with you.. but then you always were his favourite'. She snickered.

My sister had never been this cruel to me before; being part animal truly did change her.

Which made me ponder.. why was I protecting such a cold bitch?

'I SAID LEAVE!'. I SCREECHED.

Lightning flickered out of my fingertips and out of my body, Brax shoved my sister out of the room and fell to his knees in agony, as it enveloped the room.

When I finally awoke, I was in a cold and damp cell; I was now a prisoner, or I felt like one, at the very least.

My body felt so weak and I was afraid to even move.. wait.. my mind was a bit fuzzy. One thing I remembered was my lightning enveloping the room and Brax taking all my anger.

'Brax!?'. I cried out.

'Please.. tell me I did not hurt him'. I winced, as the pain in my head felt so intense.

This room probably had religious factors.. but then why would Werewolves have a cage meant for Witches and Warlocks?

That was when a religious human walked into my cell and looked at me with disgust.

'It would seem Damien's concerns were warranted'. He spoke in a lazy and annoyed tone.

This Priest grabbed my hand and ran his silver knife along it; I winced in pain as I felt my skin burn, as it cut into my pale skin.

'Oh I am sorry, did that hurt?'. He scoffed.

'Maybe now you will understand what kind of creature you truly are.. at least we know where we stand with the beasts'. He snapped, looking at me in disgust, again.

He then placed the blade into a bowl of strangely blue water, it turned a slight white and he looked at me confused.

The Priest then turned around and spoke in an irritated tone.

'IT is pure and shows you nor I any ill will'.

I could not help but feel weird at this human's own trickery.. it was not magic and yet.. it was something abnormal.

'Pure? Are you sure? She caught my most trusted Warrior's attention'. Damien's harsh voice spoke from outside the cage.

'My methods do not lie'. The Priest spoke cooly.

'Tell me please, is Brax okay?'. I winced, still holding my foggy and achy head.

It was then that Damien walked into the cage and knelt beside me.

'You will stay away from Braxton Winter'. He spoke harshly, as he grabbed my chin aggressively and scowled at me.

I could not help but feel my chest flutter in pain; all I could do however was nod faintly.

And with that, I was dropped off at my Apartment, alone.

I weakly walked into my Living Room and curled into a ball onto the sofa.

How would I complete my Coven's mission, when I could not do anything? I could not even go and watch their movements. I was utterly useless now and with Damien hating me, I could do nothing to change this.

So, I found an utterly gorgeous male Werewolf, who seemed to like me, even knowing what I was.. meeting my sister and realizing she seemed to hate me after all.. being tormented and then tested by a Priest to see if I wished them harm.. because I lost control of my magical powers? How on earth did everything come to this?

I felt tears wet my vision, as I felt myself drifting back into the darkness.

Brax sat up in the Medical Bay of the Pack House, feeling like he had been severely beaten by a Pack of Wolves.

I knew different however, but this was the only sensible thought I had at this moment.

I knew that I managed to move the Luna, Anna, out of the way at least.. but what has happened to her sister Aria?

I frowned, as I stared down at my torso, wrapped in bandages. My arms have loads of tiny scratches and burns sprawled across them.

I have never seen a magic user lose control of their magic before.. but then Anna really did upset Aria.. she was afraid of what was going to happen.. clearly this meant that she was not a true threat.. if she could learn to use her magic in a more stable manner.. then she would be fine.

'You should forget about Arianna'. Anna spoke cooly, sat at the table near my bedside.

'What do you mean!?'. I growled, feeling an odd sense of dread.

My chest felt tight, at the thought that they may have hurt her.. I closed my eyes, attempting to rein in my thoughts.

'What did Damien do?'. I spoke, through a clenched jaw.

I was usually the calm and collected one.. I really was not acting like myself.

'He sent her to Priest Nathaniel'. She frowned, staring at the floor.

I felt my blood boil; that bastard once tried to have me killed and now they sent her to be tested by him.

He told Damien I should be destroyed because I had a demon and a wolf in me and yet he gave me a chance despite the cynical bastard's demands.. so why was Aria any different?

'You all have despised her since day one, you were supposed to protect her, she is your little sister'. I snapped, letting my emotions out.

'I AM NOT A CASTER ANYMORE! IT IS TIME PEOPLE REMEMBERED THIS!'. She screamed angrily.

'Nobody sees you as one of those anymore, my love'. Damien spoke lovingly to Anna, kissing the top of her head, sweetly.

'But I do need to speak with Braxton, alone'. He spoke to her, tone full of authority.

She frowned, but got up and left the room unhappily.

I took a deep breath and scowled at my Alpha.

'How could you take her to that Priest after what he did to me?'. I growled, angrily.

'How can you not see that she is playing us for fools!'. He snapped.

'Anyway, if she knows what is good for her, she will have left by now'. He gave me an amused smile.

'Does seeing her hanging around us bother you because of Anna? Does it remind you of the past, is that it?'. I crossed my arms and sat up uncomfortably.

'Careful now, Braxton. You are very close to crossing that professional line of ours'. He growled, in warning.

'You already crossed it, when you sent her away for something she cannot control'. I spat.

Damien eyed me cooly, but to my surprise, he did not attempt to discipline me.

'I will leave you to rest. Come and see me when you have recovered'. He ordered.

All I could do was nod, as my Alpha briskly walked away.

I threw myself back against the bed and frowned deeply.

What if she had truly gone back to her Coven? I did not even know what I was feeling but I knew she was feeling similar emotions just from the scent that she often gave off, in my presence.

I let out a loud growl of frustration into my pillow, as I felt very strangely about her.

Arianna Caster.. just what were you doing to me?