They could both smell the strange magic even before they entered the building. "Do you know what it is?" Charles asked his father. "It almost feels like fae, but there's something else with it" He said slowly walking the halls following the thick trail of the magic and pain.
The wolf known as the 'Berserker' slowly started to wake within Bran. Ever since Leah had left his wolf was getting even harder to control. He tried to stay away from places like this so much sickness. It screamed easy prey.
"Sweat Baby Jesus! What are you doing!" A woman's voice hollered, she was in pain and a little angry by the smell of it. A nurse at the desk saw Bran and Charles and pointed to the room with the noisy woman in it. "Steven is in there with her. He refuses to leave her alone until you got here. He said he didn't want anything else to happen to her," The nurse told him quickly.
"Arrrhhh," She tried to hold in her scream with clenched teeth. "Seriously STEEL!!! Do you have anything that's not steel to get it out?" She was laying face down on a table. Her shirt had been cut off so the bloody ribbons know as her back could try to be cleaned out and put back together.
Steven was sweating; this woman was giving him the jitters. He felt awful for hurting her, but he knew it had to come out or she would be worse off. Steven looked over his shoulder feeling the Marrok enter the room. "I'll go ask again if we have plastic tweezers any were," he spoke to the room. The girl sighed heavily; everyone could see her tense body relax. "Thank you," it came out as a whisper but everyone should hear it.
"What's your name child?" Bran asked when the man left the room. The woman's head turned so she could look at him. A real smiled showed on her lips despite the injury she had. "Afton, my father named me Afton," her green eyes sparkled. The once green hills he called home along time ago were that color. "You don't seem as threatening as he described." "Who," Charles asked the girl. "My father, he said he knew you long ago. He went by William then. You stole his sister's heart and ran off with her." She stated.
It was all true as far as Charles could tell, but the girl could just believe a lie her father told her. Now that there was no one digging around in her back with tweezers the thick smell of magic was no longer fresh, Charles looked to his father. His face was plain so emotions to be seen. He didn't speak so Afton went on. "There's a picture of us in my bag there, feel free to look."
Charles kept his eyes on the girl as he felt around in her large purse till he felt the glossy 4x6. He glanced down at the picture and saw a young man seated with 5 young women. It was a professional photo taken in front of a plain light blue back ground that set off a sea of dark hair. "That's my Da my sisters and I six years ago," she explained. The photo looked like it could have been taken yesterday. Her face was just the same. He handed it to his father.
"What are you?" that was the question she was waiting for. Bran studied the picture as Afton kept talking. "Da's a werewolf. Mum was fae. So whatever you want to classify me as is up to you. As far as I know there aren't any more like my family." Afton hadn't even tried to work around the truth she just put it out there. She was told to just be blunt with them. Her Da said they could tell if you were hiding something.
That explained the strange smell they followed in. Part fae part wolf was an odd mixture. Bran and Charles had never heard of the two breading before.
"Where's your father now?" Bran spoke up again. "He's packing my family up and then they'll be coming here, if it's alright with you of course. My oldest sister is 7 months pregnant so it might take a few days to drive. We've been living in Québec for a while now. Every few years we move."
A soft knock at the door signaled Steven's return. Charles opened the door for him, and he sat on the rolling stool and was at Afton's side once again. "Wait! Wait!" she pleaded as he was going to start taking the chunks of glass out again. "Why do you move so often," It wasn't a question it was a command. "My sister's and I, we're all Omega's." Steven who had no idea what was going on gave the girl a 'you're crazy' look. "My mother's magic combined with my fathers wolf, made us all very different from others," she started her ramble. "Isolde, the eldest, She married a Russian wolf. They have 4 children all ready. Their oldest are twins, Mary and Elizabeth; they're like your Charles. They were born wolves but they are not moon called! That's why I am here. I was the closest to you so I was told to tell you. Mary was taken by a New York wolf, she's still a child only 15," She breathed out.