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My mother was correct. When I woke up again, I didn't see Isaac or Dereks' faces. To my utter astonishment, I saw her. The scene changed, as well. Instead of being completely black an silent, minus my mother's voice, I was in the woods. The sun was shining, and my mother sat on a large log, looking up at the bright blue sky. Birds chirped loudly, which seemed to comfort me.
As I started toward her, she began to talk. "You are very special, Lucy." She murmured. "You have a gift."
I frowned, but nervously sat beside her on the log. "What gift?"
"I had the gift, too." She continued, ignoring me. "I got it from my grandmother. Somehow it had skipped a generation." She chuckled to herself. "How thankful my mother was that she did not have it."
I decided to simply listen to my dead mother talk, as weird as all of this was. I had so many questions, as many in my position would, but I released them from my mind. I simply focused on her words, and what this ghost seemed to have to say.
She explained to me how this gift was ignited. It was first jumpstarted by the alpha bite, but it needed something else to completely ignite it. That was the electrocution of my body. The sizzling noise I had heard was the electric prod I was holding. Many things could have been done to ignite my gift. It could have been any near death experience, any tragic or erratic emotion. But, it was electrocution for me. And now, I am what she was.
"I don't understand." I questioned. "What is a healer?"
She smiled. "It is a gift."
"You already mentioned that." I muttered irritably.
"A healer is a part of a werewolf pack. They are bitten by a werewolf, but instead of turning into one, a gene inside them changes the werewolf venom into something else. Something that creates a healer."
"And?" I prompted, carefully taking in the information.
"And, they are changed into a dormant healer. Then all that is left is something erratic to awake that inactive part."
I nodded slowly. It was all making sense in the little puzzle I was piecing together in my brain.
"Wait." I interrupted my mother as she was about to continue on about something. "So... What exactly does a healer do?"
"The most important part in a pack, but very rare, as not many alphas can find one." She replied back to me.
"Well, Derek found me by accident." I murmured with a shrug.
My mother smiled. "Yes, Derek." She sighed with a quaint smile. I cocked my head to the side. "What's that supposed to mean?" I questioned.
"Lucy, your relationship with your alpha will only grow." She murmured, taking my hand. I gasped, as I could actually feel her warm skin.
"What do you mean?" I asked her.
She paused for a moment before giving me an analogy to explain her point. "Lucy, your father was my alpha." She murmured. My mouth opened, but no words came out immediately.
I shook my head, my heart pounding. "I- Oh God no, I don't see Derek like that!" I said loudly, appalled. She simply smiled. "You will."
I studied her for a moment before letting my gaze fall back down to the green grass beneath my feet. You will.
After what seemed like forever in complete darkness, I opened my eyes again. But, I was not in a hospital bed like I expected I'd be. No, this had to still be my mother's 'intermediate stage'.
I heard a loud crash. I whipped around, and suddenly I was in a small house. I realized that I recognized this house, because it was mine.
The door had slammed open by a younger version of my mother. She was clearly intoxicated as she stumbled into the house. I turned my head to see my father rushing down the stairs. No one seemed to notice my presence, as if I was invisible.
"Dear," He began, catching her with quick reflexes before she fell onto the glass table.
"I can't!" She yelled blindly. "I can't heal him, it hurts to much! Everything hurts!" She screamed. "Help!"
My father carried her over to the couch, cradling her carefully. "Please be quiet, love. You'll wake up Lucy and Darren." He whispered to her.
She shook her head. "Only pain." She murmured, wide-eyed. It was as if she wasn't even hearing him. "Pain." She whimpered again.
In a split second, she abruptly jumped from my father's lap, pushing the glass table over. It shattered all over the family room carpet, and my mother was about to fall on the shards. Before she fell, my dad acted quickly and jumped up, catching her as she fell, but falling himself. His arm landed against the ground, and I winced as a glass piece wedged into his flesh.
He stood up, still holding my mother's arm.
Suddenly, there was a voice on the other side of the room. A young Darren was coming down the stairs, looking tired. "Daddy, what's wrong?"
"Darren, go back upstairs." My father snapped. The child grudgingly agreed, and stomped up the stairs.
My dad took in a sharp, pained breath as he carefully pulled the bloody shard from his forearm. My mother then turned to look at his arm in surprise, as if she forgot that he had just fallen because of her. "Oh, Dave!" She gasped. "Let me heal it!"
She tried to reach for his injured arm, but he took it away. "Go sit down, Laura." He ordered. She shook her head.
"It'll heal on its own." He murmured to her gently. They both watched the cut on his arm slowly close up, until there was not even a scar left behind. I covered my mouth tightly with my hand, wanting to scream. Of course, they wouldn't have heard me anyway.
No, that was impossible. My mother was right; my father was a werewolf, and she was a healer.