Hidden Fate

Who are you?

Sebastian's POV

I finished drinking the tea she made and asked her what she wanted to eat for dinner. She stared blankly at me and then at the to-go boxes that were piled next to the trash can.

"I usually order delivery. I tried cooking after my dad died, but the memories of cooking with my parents were too strong. My dad used to grill meats every Saturday, and I would help my mom prep side dishes that we could eat throughout the week. They were both always busy so we just made big batches on Saturday," she stared at the mug in her hand as she told me this. I could feel the sadness start to build inside her again.

"well, I can't really cook. My parents never taught me. There is a pizza place less than 5 miles from here. I can go pick up some pizza and come back," I said with a smile. If I went to get the pizza, I could call my dad and tell him what I have found.

"That sounds great. If you're gonna go get it, let me pay at least," she said as she left to grab money. I looked around the kitchen and really took it in. The kitchen had dark green walls with wooden cabinet that had a dark black stain to them. The knobs were made of the same gray and white stone that I have found everywhere. They also had the three different moons carved into them and outlined with gold. Why is her family obsessed with this stone? "Here you go," she handed me $50, "I hope that's enough." I called to order the pizza. One meat lovers pizza for me, and a veggie pizza for her. They said it would be about an hour until it was ready as they were swamped with orders.

"So did you also give up meat when your dad died? I don't know if it makes you remember him and stuff," I said as she poured me more tea.

"No, I just prefer veggie pizza," she giggled. She has the most beautiful smile I have ever seen. Her soft pink lips glimmered under the light in the kitchen. Damien wanted to lurch forward and kiss her. I shoved him back. I don't need to scare her. I need her to trust us so we can get answers.

"So, where are you from? How did you get the job teaching fresh out of college?" she questioned as she slipped her tea.

"Well, I am actually from a small community about 45 minutes from here. My dad knows the principal as they have done business deals before. When he learned that I had graduated early and had time before medical school, he called my father begging to have me teach," I explained with hopes that she wouldn't dig deeper. While I didn't technically lie to her, I did leave out a lot of stuff. How do I explain to her that I am a werewolf who grew up in a pack of werewolves and that her principal was also part of our pack?

"Oh really? I wonder if your dad knew my dad. My dad was always going on fishing trips with Mr. Neubert. He knew my parents before I was even born. He's the only reason I am still at Glenville," her smile slightly faltered as she spoke. Dude! Your dad might know her! Now that she mentions it, you never mentioned her last name. You definitely have to call your dad! I hated that Damien was right, but he was right. I didn't think to mention her last name, but I definitely should have.

"Are you okay? Your eyes did the weird shift thing that my dad's used to do. He typically spaced out from conversation when that happened," she looked confused. Oh my God, she doesn't know. She doesn't know that her dad was a werewolf. She doesn't know. She was still staring at me.

"What do you mean my eyes shift?" I played dumb.

"Your blue eyes turn black every once in a while when we are talking. My dad's used to do it too. He always said it was a genetic thing and that mine would probably do it too one day," she said fully convinced.

"I never knew my eyes did that. I will definitely talk to my doctor about it and see what they say," I lied again. I hated lying to her. Every time I lied to her, my stomach felt like it was being stabbed. Just tell her the truth. I can't, not yet.

We talked for about an hour until I went to get the pizza. It was dark and still raining. I wanted to take it slow, but Damien kept yelping about not wanting to leave her alone for a long time. So we compromised, and I drove as fast as I safely could. I drove to the shop and entered into the small waiting/check out area. On the counter, there was a stack of 30 pizzas.

"Looks like someone is having a party?" I joked with the cashier. He looked at me exhausted and upset.

"I thought so too. However, they were supposed to pick them up 30 minutes ago. We pushed all of our orders back to make them. Thankfully they paid, but all our other customers had to wait an extra 30 minutes because of it," he defeatedly admitted. I finally noticed that there were about 10 people sitting and waiting for their order to be ready. Something is wrong. This doesn't make sense. Suddenly, I felt fear strike through my body. It was my fear. It wasn't Damien's. It was Sage's.