It’s Funny How Love Starts (IFHLS Book 1)

Alexia’s POV

Everyone in the room looked up at Amos for the answer since he’s been the one providing all the information. I myself was on the verge of bawling. I know that’s very immature but hey, I’m just a sixteen year old kid who just found out her parents is a disgraced family that turned into vampires. Heck, I didn’t even know vampires even existed.

This was way too much to handle and I wouldn’t have been able to handle it without Zane and Lucas. They held each one of my hand, soothing me with warm comments in my head. Thank God for telepathy.

“You can put it that way but the correct terminology is Bloodwolf. A very stupid, idiotic name but that’s what it’s called although there haven’t been a Bloodwolf before until sixteen years ago,” Amos explained, giving me a look.

“I don’t drink blood Uncle Amos. I only feel my werewolf side. There is none of this vampire crap in me,” I scoffed unbelieving his ridiculous statement.

“You’re vampire side hasn’t fully appeared to the surface but since your werewolf side is complete, your vampire side will surely emerge very soon,” Amos warned.

“This is ridiculous,” Grayson said aghast. “She cannot be the daughter from the Klyce household.”

“But at the same time you wonder how pale she is,” Wyatt replied, rubbing his temple but continued to study me. I hated the way he stared at me. It reminded me of a sneaky cat who takes in every small detail. Very creepy indeed.

“That’s not the point,” Grayson growled.

“Yes, let’s get back to the point,” Aiden interrupted before Grayson could go any further. “We should just kill her now shouldn’t we?” My heart stopped. Would they really go that far?

“You fucking bastard. No one touches her,” Zane growled as he got up from the couch and plunged himself at Aiden.

“I don’t care if my sister isn’t my sister but I still loved her all the same. Even with her imperfections,” Zane growled, ready to throw a punch.

Uncle Amos appeared right in front of Zane and took him easily off of Aiden and pinned him to the ground. I yelled for Zane, jumping from my seat and everyone stood up in alert, poised to attack the opposite teams.

It was the Elders against and the odd group of misfits although Lucas had a good road ahead of him to become an Elder.

“Zane, stop,” Amos growled at him. I don’t think Zane noticed how he was thrashing on the ground, trying to break free. He just seemed so angry all of a sudden, on a huge defensive mode. Even Lucas wouldn’t have acted like that and I knew he was doing it because he was my ‘brother’ but he went a little too far. Was there a deeper reason why he was going through all this just because of a crude comment? No. He’s my stupid brother. Nothing can change that. The thought made me laugh inside despite my heavy situation but I quickly dissolved into my sober self.

 “Uncle Amos, stop it,” I said terrified and tried to remove Amos away from Zane. Grayson instantly took a hold of me, taking me by my arms and pinning them together to my back and I got to say, it was not the most pleasant feeling.

I screamed in pain which only made Zane thrash even more. Lucas finally took action and punched Grayson right in the jaw, making him loosen his grip on my arms enough for me to escape his strong hold.

“That was not wise, Slade,” Grayson said with deadly fire dancing in his eyes.

“She’s my mate Whitlock. I don’t need a seat in the Elders if I’m given a choice between the Elders and Alexia.” Zane had stopped thrashing around and Amos finally let go of him and he got up slowly, his body obviously aching by the way he was standing.

“She’s a monster. A half breed of both dangerous creatures of the day and night. That is the most disgraceful thing in the world,” Grayson replied, a new edge of blade in his voice. So much for his earlier compliment.

“Stop it Grayson. Her parents were the disgraceful one. She didn’t choose this path for herself,” Amos said calmly. I was thankful that Uncle Amos was still on our side and I hope he was right. It wasn’t my fault I was this Bloodwolf creature. I wasn’t given a damn choice. Sudden anger consumed me and I had to use my willpower to block out the anger. Was the darkness already getting to me?

Lucas looked at me with worry. I think he knew what was going through my head without the use of scourging through my thoughts. He was that good at reading emotions.

Zane too looked at me with worry but there were no signs that he knew of my sudden anger that still burned inside of me. Jace just seemed to look at me with curiosity and wonderment nodding his head once in a while when Amos talked. No matter how much they worried about me, it didn’t stop me from the anger that was slowly building up again.

“I wouldn’t want to terminate the Elders nor did I choose this path for myself!” I yelled, making them all flinch. “I would never kill Uncle Amos, you of all people would know that,” I said directly at Amos and he smiled a little giving me reassurance that he was still with me. That made some of the anger fade away but there was still more where that came from.

“Yes, dear, of course I know. But a prophecy is a prophecy which means we should take precaution,” Amos said as caringly as he could. It seemed like he was on both sides, taking a neutral stand but not in a way that would harm me.

Amos was still pacing around, thinking of some brilliant solution like he always did. It looked like Zane was holding back and wanted to voice his opinion but we both knew his opinion wouldn’t be heard. He wasn’t an original.

“I didn’t know my parents. I didn’t ask to be born into some disgraced, mutant family. Heck, I don’t even acknowledge them as my family. I had a family and now I have a new one here,” I explained in a softer tone, meaning our small group of four. Finally the anger was gone but I knew it still lingered deep inside my body, just waiting for another chance and that had scared me the most.

“Aw, Alexia that’s nice of you to consider us as family,” Jace mused, trying to end the tension but he was terrible at it. It wasn’t the time to crack up any jokes.

“Yes, Alexia has nothing to do with the past and the future always changes, don’t they? The prophecy is sixteen years old. I’m sure her future has changed within that time period,” Lucas said, trying to erase the stupid move Jace had played.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

“That is true,” Amos agreed. “Elders what is your verdict?”

What? I didn’t know this was basically a trial. Everything was happening too fast. I was surprised how I was still intact and not going crazy like I thought I would have.

The Elders sat there quietly like emotionless gods. Even Amos stopped pacing. They were all talking amongst themselves inside their head I realized.

Hey, how are you holding up? Lucas asked in my head. Just the sound of his voice instantly made everything better. Of all people, I could trust Lucas to get us out of this sticky situation and I cherished the warmth in his voice.

Well, finding that my real family is some disgraced, hated family and the fact that they were executed doesn’t really make it all that great and this doesn’t even dip into how we were attacked by the hunters today, my weird healing ability, and the stupid prophecy. I said sarcastically in my head but once those thoughts were out, Lucas, Zane, and Jace frowned at me.

We’ll make it out of this, Lucas soothed.

Yeah, I hope so, I thought out. I felt disturbed and sad that Zane didn’t say anything but I had to understand where he was coming from. He found out his parents lied to him his entire life and that I’m not his true sister. Even though he was protective for me and still called me sister, I would give him the time he needed because I sure needed to.

“We reached a lenient solution,” Grayson declared, capturing everyone’s attention. “We concluded that Alexia will not be executed but will be under watch at all times by Amos. We will see how this works out in a week from now and decide further then.” He didn’t look particularly too happy but content with the verdict.

Those words were the most welcoming words I’ve ever heard. Although now I wouldn’t have much privacy, at least it was with someone I loved. Like for instance, if they wanted to torture me, they would’ve set me up with Wyatt and his green cat eyes or Grayson who seemed to lose any respect he had for me before. Wyatt stared at me as if he knew what I had just said about him and Grayson. Geez, his eyes were intimidating and his emotionless face didn’t make things any better.

“So everything is settled,” Aiden stretched from the couch, yawning. “Oh, and Lucas one more thing. We need a place to stay tonight because of all the ruckus that occurred tonight. We’re here to help you solve all the commotion that will come up tomorrow.”

“You are always welcomed to stay,” Lucas said matching the Elders emotionless face. It seemed like hiding your emotions was a big thing when you were an Elder. If I didn’t know Lucas, I would’ve thought he was an Elder too.

“Thank you Lucas,” Grayson said, standing up first. Everyone else followed after Grayson.

Cynthia came into the room, her apron still on. She probably had a lot to clean up after all the battle. “You called, Alpha Lucas?” she asked, bowing individually to everyone in the room. He must’ve signaled his thoughts only to her.

“Yes, will you ever be so kind and show our guests where they will be spending for the night? I will clean up the mess in the ballroom myself,” Lucas ordered Cynthia and she bowed before leading the Elders out.

“Remember what I said before in the living room, Slade,” Amos warned, appearing next to Lucas then disappearing after Cynthia. What did that mean?

“You all should get some rest,” Lucas said once the Elders all left. “Travis, you can stay in the dungeon until the Elders leave. You proved yourself tonight but I know the Elders would never allow you being upstairs tonight.”

“What about Amos? He’s staying here at least for this week,” I said, feeling guilty since it was my fault Travis had to stay in the horrid cell again.

“I can convince Amos but for tonight, stay well locked up like a good doggy,” Lucas said. “I’ll need to clean up the ballroom now.”

“You’re calling me the dog?” Travis scoffed. “You’re pretty funny.”

“Not trying to be,” Lucas said but he couldn’t help a small smile at his accidental pun.

“The emotionless finally shows emotion,” I exclaimed in mock surprise. Lucas rolled his eyes at me but broke out in a laugh full-heartedly; one that I haven’t seen since our encounter with the Elders.

“I really need to get going and clean up the ballroom now,” Lucas said, his smile instantly fading. Was something wrong? I didn’t think what I said offended him if he laughed. There must’ve been something else bothering him.

“Ah, yes. I’ll lead the human to the dungeon. Déjà vu, hm?” Jace said amused but led Travis downstairs.

“Will you be okay, Alexia?” Zane said, once we three were alone. He didn’t even care if Lucas was still with us.

“Yeah, I’ll be alright. One day at a time,” I answered, hoping I could ease his tension and stress. He just sighed and ruffled his hair and I noticed the dark bags under his eyes. After today’s fight, everyone was tired especially Zane who basically came back from the dead.

He gave up and leaned down on my head, planting a light kiss. “Good night, Alexia,” he murmured, “Love you.” Lucas didn’t show any jealousy at all which made me feel happy that at least one thing in my life was still intact. Once Zane turned to retire to his bedroom, Lucas cleared his voice.

“Do you want come to the ballroom with me?” he asked.

“To clean up with you?” I asked. At least there would be privacy to talk. After everything that happened tonight, I wanted to talk to Lucas.

“Sure.”