Kelsia is far from done from talking because as soon as James mentioned about border patrol, it was as if Kelsia needed us to know something very important.

"Theo, you are her mate right?" She asks and I can sense the urgency in her voice.

"Right." I agree.

"You need to let your home pack know that they may be getting targeted soon. " She says, and then looked at Alpha James. "Your pack border needs to be completely impenetrable. They will stop at nothing to get her."

James and I spring into action. I hear him shouting orders and I run to the basement door with my phone in my hand. I stop at the door and call my dad who answers within the first few rings. I explain the situation, in which he thinks I'm pulling a prank.

"It's serious dad. There is no other explanation." I say and turn the door knob. I need to get down to JC and let her out of that cage. James comes from behind me and waits for me to go down the stairs. I guess he wants to do the honors and apologize.

"Son you need to let the council know about this." Dad says nonchalantly into the phone and I nod, " I know, we will."

Telling the council is not on my to do list. Some of the werewolves leading the council are strict and do not take kind of wars or attacks. Which can be a good thing, but I have a feeling it will be hard to convince them that JC is not a danger to the community.

I get off the phone with dad and walk down the cold blood stained steps toward my beautiful mate. I almost feel as if all my troubles fell away when my eyes landed on her. She is the only thing that matters and I will do anything to protect her.

"Snap out of it man." James nudges me because I stop in my place.

James and I walk over to the cell and JC is sitting on the small bed. She looks up, surprised when James dangles the keys and unlocks the door.

"Why are you doing this?" She asks without standing up, she looks at us with her fist clenched into the sheets as if we are going to try to drag her out of here to hurt her.

I walk inside the cell and sit down beside her. She looks at me unsure and I place my hand on top of hers. She relaxes instantly. "You are not a danger to us Jacqueline Claire." I say softly.

A tear slips down her pale white skin and she closes her eyes, breathing in and out. "How do you know that?"

I brush some blonde hair behind her ear, "We think you may be a hybrid."

"A hybrid?" She asked confused and pulls her hand away from mine in shock.

"Yes, you're a witch too. That's what it looks like anyway." I say and try to comfort her but she's spaced out, like I've noticed her doing before.

"How is that possible?" She asks, as if she doesn't believe that being a witch is apart of her identity.

"How are a lot of things possible? The point is that you are not dangerous." James chips in. He's standing with his arms crossed and a slight smirk on his face. I guess we can't be completely sure she isn't dangerous, but Kelsia left it with us that JC just needs training. She needs to know how to handle her power, but she won't hurt someone unless she is threatened. If she is threatened, it could make her spiral and think irrationally on what she is doing.

JC lets out a loud exhilarating laugh which scares me at first. "What the actual hell."

She says suddenly and laughs some more. James and I share a look and I put my hand on JC, calming her.

"C'Mon, let's get out of here. "

We need to secure the house and alert our pack members what's going on but I'm not sure if it will upset her. She'll need to know eventually about how important it is to protect her and keep the rouges away.

JC steadies her breathing and laughter, then turns to me. She looking at me as if she's looking at me for the first time. I shew James away casually with my hand where JC doesn't see and I see him leave out of the corner of my eye.

Giving us privacy.

JC

A hybrid. Apparently I am a hybrid of a werewolf and witch. I guess that's better than being possessed by a demon or being cursed. But what will all of this mean for me? I realize as I look at Theo that he knows more.

Also realize as I look that Theo, I don't need to run anymore. He doesn't look at me with disgust, He looks at me as a mate, a equal.

He accepts this part of me, even though it's so unfortunate.

I get up from the bench and pull my hair so I can see the dirty blonde, "First thing first, I need my normal hair back." I say. This blonde hair just isn't me, but I didn't care at the time I dyed it. I don't know if Theo knew my hair is naturally brunette.

Theo nods agreeing with me, "Yeah, I like you better with brown hair." I smile.

I wonder how he knows what I look like with brown hair.

"Let's go. Your mom and dad really want to see you." He adds and walks away, toward the exit.

My mom and dad, I can't imagine what they think of me. I walk to the bar door and feel myself hold back from carelessly walking outside of the cell. What if being a hybrid is a bad thing as well? What if I still have little control over these abilities I have. I have a name for it, but the uncertainty is still there. I can still hurt someone on accident.

I step back as Theo steps out of the cell and looks at me curiously. I know he can sense what I'm feeling. Dread, fear, uncertainty. "What are you doing?" He asks.

I shake my head, growing emotional. "I can't."

"Why not? You aren't going to hurt anyone." He says and walks closer to me. Theo could quiet my fears with just a whisper in my ear, but I feel like this is a fear that can't be quietened down.

"You don't know that. I'm may be a hybrid but that don't mean anything. I can still be dangerous! I need to make sure I can control it. " I ramble out and feel my hands and legs shaking. I don't know what is wrong with me. I've controlled it easily before.

Theo approaches me slowly, "Babe, you need to calm down. Kelsia is here to help you manage the witch part of you. You don't need to worry. Have you ever even hurt someone before?"

I respond immediately to the question, tears well up in my eyes remembering that day. "Yes. I have." The memory plagues my mind every day.

"I'm sure they deserved it." He insinuates and I nod. They did deserve it, but killing in werewolf form feels natural when you are fighting for your life. But, in human form it feels destructive and maddening. It feels unnatural, but yet it's relieving to use it.

It doesn't help it feels wrong.

I use the nickname as a distraction from the brutal memory. When did we get to that stage of our relationship for him to call me babe? Despite the confusion and how terrified I feel, the name made me blush.

Theo touches my arm softly and I look up into his vibrant beautiful eyes and handsome face.

If I was just a different girl who didn't carry all these problems and insecurities, Theo would have the perfect mate. But I'm not that girl, and I don't trust myself yet.

"You can send Kelsia down here, but I'm not going anywhere until I am completely sure I will not hurt anyone." I say sternly and pull my arm away. Which hurts us both. Theo looks at me like I am crazy, and I probably am. He lets out a breath and studies my body language.

"Well I'll be back, because you are not staying down here unless you need to." He grunts out and walks up the stairs. He leaves the cell doors open.

I can tell he's aggravated with me. I've put him through a lot. If I'm not dangerous than I've hurt him for no reason. I feel in my heart that I don't need to risk it.

I decide while I have a moment of privacy I could test these abilities-willingly.

Kelsia, who I assume is a witch they have contacted will want to practice with me, she will want to know my strength. I didn't really know how to turn it on. Anytime I have used these abilities it was when I needed to and I was stressed out.

So in reality, I have no idea how to use them now. I don't know where to start.

So obviously you guys may be seeing a pattern of JC paranoia and insecurities. It annoys me to write it sometimes, but it builds her character! So please be patient with JC random outburst of being terrified. All will fall together and it will make so much more sense in time !

Happy Reading !

xoxo MaKayla