The Rejected Female Wolf - Chapter 94: Chapter 94

"That's why you look so familiar," he mumbles to himself before looking between the vampire and me. I frown slightly in confusion.
That's when I actually get a good look at the vampire. I look just like him. How is that even possible? The only difference is that I have green eyes, and he has brown eyes.
"I know you are confused, child, and you will know everything soon, but right now, we need to focus on taking down the Crescent Falls pack. I ju-"
"Are you saying that you're my dad?" I ask. My voice is barely above a whisper, but I know he heard me. He glances at me with a small sad smile before he nods his head. Everyone in the clearing freezes.
"I know that I have a lot of explaining to do, but just know that your mother and I never intended for you to be taken away from us. We have always loved you."
So I'm a hybrid. My dad is a vampire, so my mom must be a wolf. I'm confused, but at the same time, some things make sense. I have never felt a connection to my 'parents,' but I thought that was just because they didn't like me. I didn't even realize that they weren't actually my parents. Does that make me a terrible person? We looked similar enough so that's probably why I've never noticed.
Did everyone in my old pack know this, and was this another reason why they hated me?
Another thing that makes sense is the fact that my wolf is smaller than the average female wolf. I thought it was just because I wasn't allowed to shift as often, but I guess I now know why.
"How is this even possible?" a familiar voice asks. I turn and see Jake is standing next to me while looking between the vampire and me with a frown.
"There are a lot of things that we need to explain, but not now, not in front of all these people," one of the female rogues says as she goes to stand next to the vampire. She has striking green eyes that look so much like mine. He smiles at her before taking her hand in his.
She must be my mother. This day is getting more and more complicated. The pack members sense that this is a private discussion, so they all head back into their homes. Only Jake, Ryder and I are still outside with my parents. The other rogues and vampires walked away as well with some of the pack warriors following them.
"What's going on?" Jake asks for all of us.
"Well first off, my name is Victor, and this is my mate Cassandra. As you know, Elizabeth is our daughter."
"How is that even possible? I remember when my mom was pregnant with her. I was outside her room when she gave birth. I even held her after she was born. How is she your daughter?"
"When your actual baby sister was born, she was very sick. She was only alive for about an hour before she passed away at the hospital. When you parents saw this, they switched your actual sister with my daughter. Elizabeth and your sister were right next to each other in the children's hospital room," My mom starts off. I can see her eyes glazing over slightly, and I realize that she's probably remembering that day. "After I gave birth, Victor and I wanted to see you, Elizabeth, but we couldn't because I was in too much pain. Victor and I had to wait until after I got some pain medication and after the doctors said that you were ok. I remember being so frustrated. I never even got to hold you before you were taken away from me," my mom says with a bitter laugh at the end. She takes a deep breath before she continues talking. "It is very rare for vampires and wolves to be mates and it is even more rare for them to have children. There were some complications with my pregnancy, but there was nothing wrong with you, Elizabeth."
"So if you knew that I was your daughter, why am I just meeting you now?" I ask with a small voice.
"It wasn't our choice. Once we realized that you had been stolen from us, we were going to go find you, but we couldn't. We both had a dream, and the moon goddess came to us and told us that she had a specific plan for your life, and that we couldn't interfere. You have no clue how many times we wanted to help you, or protect you from the violence that you had to endure as a child," my mom says in a thick voice with her eyes filled with unshed tears.
I'm quiet for a few minutes while I stare at my actual parents. What am I supposed to say? My entire life has been a lie. I don't know if I should be happy or mad.
Ryder starts rubbing circles on my back, and it helps me calm down and think. It's not their fault that I was taken as a baby. It's not their fault that they couldn't help me. I'm sure that if they could have helped me, they would have.