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Chapter 19

Chloe's POV

April 3, 1911

Dear diary,

I can't believe it! I'm finally 16. Momma might finally allow me to date. Mary told me that the priest's son, Charles, may be sweet on me or something. Oh boy! I hope so. He's so keen looking and it's so much fun to talk with him. I think that Mary might be right. In fact, I had a dream about him just last night talking with his boy Walter and getting his opinion on courting me. It seemed real, like I was actually there, watching them talk. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to see!

Sighing, I throw the book down, rubbing my eyes, tiredly. The first few entries are all about Charles and turning 16. This last one is the only hint that she was a seer. It's so frustrating. All I want to know is if my powers will change or not.

"How are you doing?" Beca sits down next to me, setting her head on my shoulder. It's been a couple of days since we went to my grandma's and Beca's voice is finally back to normal. After our visit with my grandma, she's been a lot more, well, like me. All touchy and cuddly. I think it has something to do with what my grandma talked to her about before we left, but she hasn't said anything.

"I'm fine," I sigh. "It's just, there is nothing in this journal. I've read several pages and so far, she's only said one thing about her dreams. I just want answers so bad."

"I know but until you're deemed ready, you won't know for sure."

"Ready? For what?" Beca shrugs and takes my hand, playing with it.

"Whatever will happen. When the universe sees that you're ready, it will show you the way. You just have to sit back and let it happen."

"But it's so hard," my voice takes a whiny tone that makes me cringe. Beca just chuckles.

"It is and that won't change. I've been there and it will just get harder. When it happens though, you'll be glad it didn't happen beforehand."

"What happened with you?" Beca sighs and shifts a little away from me, making me frown.

"When I was 15, everybody had already shifted. I, for some reason, hadn't. I was constantly on edge, wishing that it would happen. That I could just get it over with. I was made fun of because of it, called names and all that. One day, I snapped and got into a fight with someone, almost killed them. I swore after that day, I would just let whatever happens, happen."

"What happened after that?" I ask when Beca zones out, caught in the memories.

"Well, little did I know, I had already started to shift. So when I fought the kid, some of that strength came out and I couldn't hold back. Later that night, I shifted but it was only after I told myself it didn't matter that I was the last one to shift. It just mattered when I'm ready for it. A part of me knew I wasn't mature enough yet. I still had a lot to learn and still do." Beca finishes and I stare at her in awe, tracing her face softly with my fingers.

"How are you so mature? It's like talking to an adult."

"Well, I will be soon, so I guess that makes sense." I blink, trying to think if she's ever told me her birthday.

"Beca, when is your birthday?"

"It doesn't matter," she waves me off but I catch her hand.

"It matters to me." Beca mumbles and I lean forward. "What? I didn't catch that."

"I said," Beca looks down. "It's next week."

"What?" I scream, and pin Beca down onto the couch. "You waited this long to tell me? Now I don't have a whole lot of time to get something together for you."

"Chloe."

"I'll have to get the cake ordered. Or make it. Do you like cake or cupcakes? Or pie? Some people like pie."

"Chloe."

"-have to get some invites and send them out. Do you think your friends will want to come? What am I thinking? Of course they will. I can do a surprise party for you. Oops, it's not much of a surprise anymore. Maybe put up some streamers and a banner. Definitely a banner."

"CHLOE!" Beca screams, startling me and shutting me up. Beca pushes me off of her and stands up, running her hands through her hair.

"I don't want anything for my birthday. No party, no cake and no friends."

"W-what? Why?"

"I just don't, okay. I have to be somewhere." Beca grabs her jacket and heads for the door.

"Where are you going?"

"I don't know. Work or something." The door slams behind her, leaving me sitting on the couch alone, shocked. I stay that way, thinking through what just happened and what I did wrong until my mother comes home. She's oblivious at first, setting groceries on the counter in the kitchen, talking about her day.

"Someone brought a monkey in today. A monkey! I had to tell the guy that I didn't work with monkeys and he got so bent out of shape. Security had to come and get him which left me with the monkey. So while I waited for someone to come get it, I bandaged up the cut it had. It was actually pretty nice. We should get a monkey. What do you think?" My mom comes into the living room and sits down next to me.

"Where's Beca? I didn't think she had to work today."

"She doesn't." My voice is emotionless.

"Chloe, what's wrong? Where's Beca?" I shrug.

"How should I know? I asked her when her birthday was and she told me. Then, I was just talking about party stuff and she yelled at me. Walked right out that door without giving me an explanation."

"Honey, maybe she doesn't enjoy her birthday." My mom says which shocks me.

"Who doesn't like their birthday?"

"Someone who hasn't had anyone to celebrate it with. Someone who believes that her parents went off the deep end because of her."

"Oh my god! I didn't even stop to think about that. I'm so fucking selfish."

"Language," my mom scolds but goes right into caring mode afterward. "Chloe, you're not selfish. You couldn't have known she would react that way. Beca could've explained it to you but she chose to leave."

"I should probably go find her, huh?" My mom nods and we both get up. I hug her tightly. "Thank you so much. I don't know what I would do without you."

"I know. I'm awesome like that," my mom laughs. "You're welcome. Now, go. Make sure she doesn't do anything stupid." Laughing, I leave the house and start my search for Beca.

A while later, I find her sitting at the waterfall. I know the instant she realizes I'm here because her back stiffens.

"What are you doing here?" Her tone is cold, but I know it's not meant to be hurtful. It's just her defense mechanism.

"I'm here looking for you," I reach her and flop down. "And to say I'm sorry." Beca frowns and finally looks at me.

"You don't need to apologize. I'm the one who walked off."

"Do you always do that?" I ask her and Beca's frown deepens.

"Do what?"

"Take the blame even though it's not your fault?" She doesn't speak and instead, looks out at the water. "You do. Well, it's not your fault this time. It's mine. I should've realized that your birthday is a sensitive subject for you and not pushed it. I'm sorry." Beca remains silent for a few minutes before speaking so quietly, I have to lean in to hear her.

"It was my birthday." I frown but stay silent to let Beca continue. "That's why it was so weird. Not that they left an 8 year old home alone, but because it was my birthday and we always went out on my birthday. "

My heart breaks as I put it all together. The day that her parents murdered people and tried to kill them was on her birthday. Without saying anything, I wrap Beca in a hug, letting her sob quietly. There's no need for words because what Beca needs is comfort. Something she hasn't been able to have for years.

For a while, we stay like that, but eventually, we lay down. Beca rests her head on my stomach as I stroke my fingers through her soft, silky hair. We don't care about time, just each other. I tell Beca stories about my dad and she tells me about her parents. We talk about the past and what we regret. It doesn't hit me until later that we never talked about the future. I tried but each time, Beca changed the subject. Does that mean she doesn't see a future with me? Or is it something else? Something worse.

…..

My hands stoke the soft blond hair of the barbie and I hum a made up song. I can't wait for mommy and daddy to get home. To take me out for ice cream for lunch like always. Suddenly, my barbie turns red and I'm laying on the ground, sobbing. The pain in my stomach is too much and only getting worse. I look over and there's mommy, watching me with weird, glassy eyes. Then, daddy a little further away, but I can't see his face.

All of a sudden, I'm not laying on the floor, but standing at a grave, taller now. On the grave, it says two names.

Chris and Jamie Mitchell

I creep over to a puddle and look in. It's my reflection and not Beca's so I'm just an observer. But who am I observing? I look around until my eyes spot a figure walking toward me. It's a tall man, with dark hair and grey eyes. Kind of like Beca's. But who…?

"Hey mom. I know it's been a little while, but there's a good reason for that." The man leans down, placing flowers on Jamie's grave. "I've been trying to get my life together. Joined the army. Met some pretty cool people."

"You're probably wondering why I'm back. After all, you're the one who sent me away. I know you told me to never come here, to never let her see me, but I need to. I should never have listened to you in the first place. She's my sister and it wasn't right for me to leave. Even if it puts me in danger."

My mind races as I listen to him talk. Beca has a brother? Does she know? She can't. She would tell me, right?

"It's about time I met her. Explained everything. She needs to know and should never have been kept in the dark. I should've been there to help her. She has to know what she is." He stands up and starts to leave, but pauses. "I'm going to tell her everything and you can't stop me. Not this time."

The man walks away, not looking back, never knowing I'm here.

I sit up in bed, careful not to wake Beca. For having really good senses, she sleeps like the dead. With careful movements, I climb out of bed and leave the room. I go into my room which is practically abandoned, to get changed. Ever since the night of the fire, I've slept with Beca. We haven't discussed it and instead, it's become more of a silent routine. She goes into the room and lays down. Five minutes later, I join her, saying that I couldn't sleep.

I make some coffee and sit at the table, thinking about my dream. My power must already be evolving since I saw some of Beca's past. Then, the future with the brother I'm not sure anyone knows she has. What did he mean by, what she is? She's a werewolf. Does he think she doesn't know that? Is it a coincidence I had this dream the night before her birthday? It must have something to do with the fact that, that is what today is.

"What are you doing up so early?" Beca asks, rubbing her eyes as she comes to sit next to me. "It should be illegal to get up at such an ungodly hour."

"It's 7:30 Beca."

"Oh," Beca's eyes widen and she dramatically throws her arm over her face. "It's even earlier than I thought."

"You didn't have to get up, you know."

"Well, yeah but you left Chlo. Where you go, I go." I kiss Beca on the cheek, making her blush.

"Thanks babe." Her eyebrow quirks up but she smiles.

"For real though, why'd you get up so early? Did you have a dream?"

"Yeah." Beca stares at me to continue. "It showed me a part of your past."

"What?"

"It showed me flashes from the day your parents died."

"I'm sorry." Beca looks down.

"It's okay. It helped me understand a little more of what you went through." Beca nods, looking back up. "It also showed me something from the future, but I'm not sure when it's going to happen or what it means."

"What happened?" I stare at Beca for a second, deciding on how to tell her.

"Beca, is it possible you have any siblings?"

"Not that I know of. Why?"

"In my dream, there was this man that looked like you. He was at your parent's grave and talking to your mom. The whole time he was talking about how he was forced to leave and you should've been told."

"Told what?" Beca's eyes are wide with shock and disbelief.

"I don't know. He said something about how you have to know what you are."

"I'm a werewolf. That's probably what he meant." Beca laughs nervously but obviously doesn't believe her words.

"He kept saying mom."

"I mean, it's possible but I just don't understand how I didn't know about him."

"Well, he looked a little older so he might've left right before or after you were born." Beca nods, getting up and making herself a cup of coffee. "Did he say his name?"

"No." Disappointment takes place of Beca's frown. "What's weird though is he never bothered to talk or even look at your dad's grave."

"Maybe he has a different one?" I nod but I get the feeling that isn't it. There's something that we're missing. Something we can't put together without all the pieces.

…..

A few hours later, I wander around the house, trying to find something to do. Beca had to go to work, leaving me alone and bored. My mom also had to go to work on an emergency. So now all I can do is think about everything which I haven't really had time to do.

My life has changed so much since Beca came into it and while that's great, I'm still not sure how to handle everything else. I'm a seer with powers I can't control. Beca is a werewolf and as if that's not overwhelming enough, I'm her mate. How does that all work? I have no idea what's expected of me or what all it entails. I could ask Beca, but she won't tell me everything, especially if it could hurt me. What I need to do is ask which of her friends are werewolves. Maybe one of them could tell me exactly what a mate is for.

My thoughts are soon interrupted by a knock at the door, which instantly puts me on edge. Beca didn't come right out and say we're in danger, but I got the feeling that the pack are willing to do anything to hurt Beca. Including killing me. Quietly, I walk to the door, peeking out the side window. I gasp and squeal, opening the door instantly.

"Callie, Carter!" I jump forward and hug them. It's been so long since we've seen each other. For the moment, I forget all about werewolves and mates and seers. All I think about is catching up with my family. At least, until Beca comes home. Now, how to explain that one?