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Clashing Claws – Chapter 7

Clashing Claws – Chapter 7

Copyright of Amara Ibeachum 

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Chapter 7


It took them almost three hours but they finally got there– the address her mother had written down before she passed away.

They stopped in front of a with the address painted on a bungalow. Steve held the steering with one as he studied the house. He looked at Stacey, she wasn’t looking too good.

The memories of last night crossed his mind. The image of Stacey weeping at his front door, asking him in the middle of the night. His parents were in and they wouldn’t approve of the idea of a stranger staying at their house late at night. He had to sneak her up his room through the window since she had nowhere else to stay.

As both Stacey and Steve sat in the car, waiting for someone to break the silence, a woman walked out of the house with a shotgun pointed at the car. Stacey gasped, recognizing who the woman was.

“Aunt Lydia…” she muttered and stepped out of the car.

“Stacey, wait!” Steve stretched his hand in an attempt to stop her.

Aunt Lydia gently lowered the shotgun the moment she saw Stacey. Tears filled her eyes. She knew why Stacey had come and what might have happened to Catherine. She dropped the gun on the ground and spread her arms wide open to receive Stacey.

“Aunt Lydia…my mum…she–” Stacey said in between her sobbing.

“Shh, I know,” Lydia held Stacey and caressed her hair.

Steve stood by the car watching them. He knew about Catherine. Lydia noticed Steve and gestured to him inside as she went in with Stacey.

By sundown, Stacey and Steve were already settled in. They sat at an old round table as they watched Lydia prepare dinner.

“So, how long have you two been dating?” Lydia asked as she scrubbed the dirt off the carrots.

“Dating!?” Steve and Stacey chorused.

Lydia went into a fit of laughter. “C’mon, I see the way you two look at each other. There’s got to be something going on.”

“No, Aunt Lydia, we’re friends,” she snuck a peek at Steve who stared back.

“We’re friends?” he mouthed. Stacey replied with a nod.

“Mum said you’d tell me everything I need to know.”

The cheerful atmosphere between the three changed. Lydia paused, turned off the tap, and dried her hands with a kitchen towel.

“So, what do you want to know?”

“I want to know why, why me? Why mum? Just why?”

“I think I should leave,” Steve stood up.

“No, you should stay. I sense you already know what’s happening,” Lydia beckoned. She took a deep breath and then continued, “You’re a werewolf, Stacey. Well, a hybrid. Your father was an Alpha, and your mother, a witch.”

“A witch? I don’t understand. How can my mum be a witch and my dad a werewolf? It doesn’t make sense,” Stacey stared at Lydia in disbelief.

“I mean, it kinda explains why you were able to toss Kevin around without hands, and your glowing eyes,” Steve added.

“Your episodes have started? But you’re not yet eighteen.”

“I’ve also been having these weird dreams where I’m all covered in fur and I have sharp teeth, long ears…I think I’m a werewolf,” Stacey looked worried.

“I know this might be a lot to take in, but I’m here to help you. That’s why your mum sent you here, Stacey. We knew this would happen someday and planned.”

“Planned? You’re trying to say that my mum knew she was going to die? Yet she kept all of this from me. Is this what she meant by trying to protect me?”

“It was for your safety, Stacey. The less you knew the safer you were. That was why she moved you. Jordan, your father’s step-brother… wanted your whole family gone. He killed your father and was going to kill you next–”

“How could mum keep all of this from me? All of a sudden, I have a step-uncle who wants me dead. I’m a hybrid? My mum’s a witch?! I…I…” She paused and took a deep breath. ”You know what, I’m gonna go outside for a bit,” Stacey left Steve and her aunt Lydia for the front door.

“Stacey!” Steve called out, wanting to go after her.

“Leave her fit now, she needs time to process everything,” Lydia went back to washing vegetables.


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