Classic Novel
79
Morgan pov.
"Do you have questions?" Torren nods. "Do you want to ask them?" She shakes her head and then clears her throat.
"Um, no. You can... What's going on?" If the situation wasn't so serious I would laugh at my sister being at a loss for words. That never happens with Torren.
"Um, so turns out we're half-sisters." She nods, sitting back on the edge of the bed with a thump. "Um, our parents had a hard time conceiving and then they found out Dad couldn't have kids, so they used doner sperm, and well. My father happens to be an ancient Fledgling that's one of his kind. Well, two now."This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.
"I knew that." I frown, wondering if I missed something. "Not that you were conceived by some ancient being, the part about us being half-sisters."
"You knew?" She nods, clasping her hands together.
"When we were packing up the house, I found our birth papers and stuff. There were letters addressed to us, and I read them. Mom kind of laid all her secrets out and I burned them. I don't know why, I just... you were finally staring to do good again and I guess..." She shakes her head and then shrugs her shoulders with a sigh. "I wanted you to be happy and you didn't need to know. It didn't mean that we weren't sisters anymore. I didn't want you to think that I would treat you differently because of it and then the whole thing happened with..." She stops, not even being able to speak his name. "In any case. That whole thing happened, and I was so out of it and we were fighting more than we were talking and I knew I couldn't ever tell you. I just couldn't have you thinking I hated you. I love you; you know that. Right?" I nod, expecting the feeling of betrayal to come up like it did when I first heard the news about our parents, but it seems that ship has long sailed.
"I know you love me. I still wish you would have told me though. Everyone is so set on keeping secrets and I get that you think it makes things easier, but it just makes it harder. It makes..." I shake my head. "It makes a mess of things that shouldn't be." She nods in understanding.
"So, you're a what?" She motions to my face, looking a little perplexed.
"A Fledgling. It's an ancient magical being. Mom was Magnus's Imprint and when I was born, he stored some of his magic in me. I would have been a hybrid if he didn't but since he did, here I am. He's peeved that I'm apparently more powerful than he is. So, he locked me in a prism for like, almost six weeks. I um..." I swallow hard, wondering if I'm really going to admit this but this is my sister I'm talking to. "I lost my baby while I was in there." Her arms are around me before I realize there's tears running down my face.
"Oh, Morgan. I'm so sorry." I want to tell her it's not her fault, but my words are swallowed up by my cries and as I'm trying to get myself under control Rain burst into the room, looking frantic. When his eyes settle on me, he rushes over, taking me from my sister's arms and pulling me into his chest. "Who the hell are you?" Torren asks and I burst out laughing, choking as the tears and the laughter contradict each other.
"You're the sister. I'm guessing?" He asks, not answering her and I can see it pisses her off. "I'm Rain, she's, my mate." Torren frowns, before her eyes widen in realization.
"You're the beast man she bought? Of, fuck." She covers her mouth with her hands. "Only you, Morgan. Only you can manage to buy your own damn mate." She finally says and I giggle. "You're taking all of this surprisingly easy." Rain muses and Torren shrugs her shoulders.
"There's not a lot that surprises me when it comes to this girl. Morgan used to wear mis-matched socks because she felt it made her think better and eat ice-cream and pickles because for some reason that made sense to her tastebuds. When she was in fifth grade, she punched a boy because he stepped on her box of worms, she was doing research on. She later got the same boy to buy her more worms and do the project with her since he ruined her fist attempt." I hide my face into Rain's chest as my sister babbles about me.
"Okay, Torren. You're not here so you can embarrass me. You're here to help us win this war." I finally say and she goes serious.
"So, it's happening. We're actually going to war?" I nod and she takes a deep breath.
"I thought it was all rumours. They were talking about a rebellion and how you got killed in the crossfire between the supernatural world and the human world. I asked to see your body, but they said they wouldn't surrender it. Then Luca disappeared and I knew something was wrong. Morgan, what's going on, like really going on?" So, I fill her in. On Sinclair and the hybrids, on Magnus and Rain's parents coming back from the dead because of their importance in this that we still don't quite understand. By the end of it all my sister has a clear hatred for Magnus and Rain and Torren find a kinship in their desire to kill him.
"You actually went all wolf and bit him?" She asks, looking very impressed with my Imprint.
"Yeah, I would have killed him if his damn magic wasn't so keen on keeping him alive. We actually haven't seen him since." It's more like we refuse to make the trip down to the infirmary to check on him. Rain looks at the time and shakes his head. "As much as I would love to talk all night, ladies. We need some rest. Tomorrow is going to be a long day." I give my sister one last hug before Rain escorts me out of the room. Back in our room we get ready for bed. Rain shifts into his wolf, giving me a knowing look and I fall into the first peaceful sleep I've had since I left the prism.