One Day, I Woke Up A Werewolf

Hailey's POV

"I gave birth to twins many years back but your dad and Theodore's biological father and I went our separate ways, taking one kid with us. I took your father because he was more like me in the physical sense and Theo was just like his father." Grandma Ferguson said.

"How could you tell? Physically, this man looks like my father in every way." I say, confusion eating at my brain, trying to piece everything together.

"A mother knows darling." She responds to me. Not answering my question, but grandma is too scary to call out.

"And you, you never wanted to be with your mother?" I ask my dad's twin brother.

"I did but I quickly came to understand that some things should just be left alone. I got the upbringing I needed to thrive, to be who I needed to be to get here and I owe that to my father, my parents for making that sacrifice." Theo says to me.

Also failing to get in to detail about all of this and the more they gave vague answers, the more confused I got.

Grandma Ferguson spent the remainder of the day arranging my father's funeral, taking the load off my shoulders and I couldn't be more grateful.

At night, I couldn't sleep.

How does one sleep after you meet your father's twin brother, whom I've never heard about. I quickly remember the mini mission aunt Tara gave me and I jump out of bed and run to the garage, hoping to find my mother's things that she never got the chance to take with her.

Fifteen spiderwebs later and hair completely covered in dust, I find the box marked ex-wife in my father's handwriting.

"Wow. So pretty!" I say to myself.

I immediately find the letters, hidden inside my old photo album filled with my baby photos. My heart breaking as it dawns on me that my father never cared to keep any of my memorabilia, he put my pictures, of me as a baby with my mother's things. This man did not care about me at all and the stupid child in me found every excuse to excuse his behavior towards me.

Now he was dead and I could not tell him how I don't want him in my life. I never got the chance to tell him to go die and to actually just die, like right now. I could never really hate him, even though I constantly reminded myself of the hatred I felt for him, deep down I loved him. Deep down, I still love him and I always will but he has hurt me for so long.

woman that left him with nothing. He hated my mother, that much I knew and it was passed down to me even when she was alive and I never understood what broke our

and tired of his toxicity that she finally found the courage to

letters and the photo album but right before closing the box, I find a sealed red envelope. It had no name on it but

asleep as they fought found their

hot inside and my heart warms. God knows this man came in to my life at the right time, I might not have thought this in the beginning but look

say, making myself comfortable on the bed. Jaxon places my mug on my nightstand before sitting back

there?" Jaxon asks, pointing at the photo album of my baby

excitedly open it to show him the happy times in my childhood. I don't remember most of them but I remember my mother telling me why each photo was taken and that's exactly how I told it to him, the way my mother would have had she had the chance to

Vincent. The fact that I was crushing on him, excited her so much and I knew she had our wedding day planned in her head. Vincent and I have had our moments, like those quiet stare in to your eyes moment where the world stops but

was a shock to the system and I don't think I ever digested it. I figured things were tough and parents separate, a bunch of kids at school had divorced parents, I wasn't the first and definitely not the last but my

apparently. It gave me such a shock that I stayed frozen for a few minutes and my mother was panicking trying to take me to

hand on my cheek, his thumb wiping away a tear

having lost two but you are holding up okay. You are truly amazing Hailey." Jaxon says to me,

neglected feeling, the insecurity of feeling unloved by the one man that's supposed to

feeling that I have been bottling up just erupting in me and causing me to

body felt heavy, overwhelmed with so much feeling, so

shirt, no more tears to let out and finally just one

make a home inside my very soul, where love should be but what do I know about that? Do I even know what love

would be cruel of him not to be there for me after claiming me in the school that he

at a loss for words and just kisses my forehead. I pull away again to

and were hoping to see each other again at

date the one twin and then

the letters stopped.