Bab 12: Chapter 1.11
As Orion emerged from the dense woods into the open daylight, his mind was awash with thoughts and emotions. The revelation that he might not be Rudy's son and his newfound werewolf heritage had shaken him to the core, and he couldn't help but wonder what other secrets his family might be hiding.
The pain in his body throbbed incessantly, a sharp reminder of his recent transformation, and he struggled to push it to the back of his mind. But as he made his way toward his grandmother's house, the discomfort only intensified, causing his muscles to ache and tremble with every step.
As he approached the kitchen door, Orion felt a wave of apprehension wash over him. He had always found comfort and wisdom in his grandmother's presence, but now he feared what he might uncover. What if he wasn't Rudy's son after all? The thought sent a shiver down his spine, and he took a deep breath before quietly pushing open the door to the cozy kitchen.
Inside, his grandmother was at the stove, preparing a teapot with various herbs and spices. The rich, heady aroma filled the air, and boiling water provided soothing background noise., Orion paused momentarily, taking in the scene and allowing himself to calm down before approaching his grandmother.
Grams turned to face him, her wise eyes scanning his face for any sign of distress. "Orion, my dear," she said with a warm smile.
"Grams," he said softly, not wanting to startle her.
Grams turned around, and her face lit up with a smile when she saw Orion. "Oh, dear, what brings you here?" she asked, her voice full of warmth and affection.
Orion hesitated for a moment, his mind racing with thoughts and questions. Finally, he found the courage to speak.
"I need to talk to you, Grams," he said, barely above a whisper.
"Of course, dear. Come, sit down," she said, gesturing towards the kitchen table.
Orion sat down, and Grams joined him, pouring two cups of tea and placing one in front of him. The warm liquid felt soothing to his frayed nerves, and he took a deep breath before speaking.
"Grams, I have a question, and I need you to be honest with me," he said, his voice trembling slightly. "Am I Rudy's son?"
Orion took a deep breath, trying to steady himself as he posed the question to his grandmother. Sheila's eyes widened, clearly caught off guard by the sudden inquiry. On the other hand, Grams looked at him with a kind and understanding expression.
"Why are you asking, Orion?" Sheila finally spoke up, breaking the tense silence in the room.
Orion hesitated for a moment, his mind racing with conflicting emotions. Finally, he mustered up the courage to speak. "I activated my curse," he admitted. "And I found out about my true heritage. But I need to know the truth about my biological father."
Sheila's shock was palpable, and Grams' expression softened even further. "No, dear. You're not Rudy's son," she said gently.
Orion felt like the ground had been pulled out from under him. He felt a wave of shock and disbelief wash over him. He knew something different about him, something that set him apart from his family. But he didn't expect this.
He had suspected as much, but hearing it being confirmed was still a blow. He felt as if he had been living a lie his whole life.
Grams took a deep breath and looked at Orion with a sad expression. "Around the time of your conception, your mother and Rudy had some rough patches in their relationship. So, she decided to head down to New Orleans for two weeks to clear her head."
Orion listened intently, his heart racing with anticipation. He couldn't believe he would finally learn the truth about his father.
"While there, she met a werewolf named Oliver, Oliver Labonair. She fell in love and had a brief affair, which resulted in your birth," Grams continued, her voice soft and gentle.
Orion was captivated by the story of his origin. The Crescent/Labonair Pack was one of the oldest and most potent packs in New Orleans' French Quarter, and he had always known about their existence but never imagined he would be connected to them in any way.
"Oliver was the younger brother of the Alpha, Andrew Labonair," Grams continued. "He was known for his strength, intelligence, and fierce loyalty to his pack. Your mother fell in love with him during her stay in New Orleans, and they had a passionate affair. However, when your mother found out she was pregnant with you, she knew she had to return to her life in Mystic Falls."
Orion sat there, absorbing all of the information. The idea that he was half-werewolf was both thrilling and terrifying.
"Why don't I have the crescent mark on my shoulder like the rest?" Orion asked, curious.
"Your mother covered it with a powerful cloaking spell as soon as you were born, afraid that your father or his pack may come to get you," Grams replied.
"Your mother was always concerned about your safety, especially after you were born into a world where your father's enemies could threaten you. So, she took the precaution of casting a powerful cloaking spell to keep you hidden. And she entrusted me with assisting her in the spell's creation. That's how I learned about your heritage."
Little did they know, Bonnie had been hidden away in the stairway, eavesdropping intently on their entire conversation.
(Sheila Pov)
As an observer of the supernatural world, I couldn't help but be intrigued by the changes I sensed in Orion. His transformation into a werewolf awakened a new facet of his magical potential, unlike anything I had ever encountered.
I could sense a raw and untamed power coursing through him, an exhilarating and dangerous force. It was as if he had become a conduit for ancient and powerful primal energy, a force lying dormant within him until now.
Being a witch, I was aware of various forms of magic, each possessing its distinct attributes and capabilities. I sensed Orion's exceptional abilities and realized an incredible power was lying dormant within him.
However, along with my fascination for his newfound potential, I also felt wary. The unbridled energy that resided within him was untamed and erratic, and I was aware of the danger that it could pose along with the thrill it offered.
But at the same time, I couldn't ignore that he was still a werewolf. It was a dangerous and unpredictable condition requiring him to learn to control and manage his newfound anger. And abilities.
Looking into Orion's eyes, I knew this was a critical moment for him. Being a witch and alive for so long, I had encountered many people coming to terms with what they were, but I understood that each required a unique approach.
The supernatural community could be cruel and unforgiving, especially for those who didn't fit neatly into their categories. Witches were hateful to those who went against the balance they preserved. As a witch, I knew firsthand the unwavering loyalty to preserving the balance of nature that came with my powers, but as his grandmother, my heart could not help but be filled with boundless love and affection for him. And while I revered deeply for the magic that coursed through my veins, I couldn't ignore the harsh truth about my kind. We were quick to pass judgment and slow to accept anything that challenged our beliefs.
Looking at him, I could see the world's weight on his shoulders. He was grappling with the revelation that he was a werewolf-witch hybrid, a creature the witches and werewolves would see as an aberration.
It wasn't just the witches that he would have to worry about. The werewolf community was known for its strong bonds, fierce loyalty to their pack, and bloodline. They had a strict code of conduct that governed their way of life, and anything or anyone that deviated from it was seen as a threat.
Being a werewolf witch hybrid, Orion was a unique case that challenged their traditional beliefs and understanding of what it meant to be a werewolf. The fact that he possessed magical abilities only added to their suspicion and fear.
To the werewolves, Orion was an outsider who didn't fit into their rigid hierarchy. They would view him as a potential danger to their pack, a wild card that couldn't be trusted. They would be wary of his hybrid nature and question his loyalty to their kind.
It was clear that Orion's new reality was going to be a difficult one. He would have to navigate the treacherous waters of two fiercely protective communities, who would see him as an anomaly and a threat.
I knew it was up to us, his family and friends, to protect him from the backlash he was about to face. We had to ensure he knew he was loved and accepted, regardless of what others thought of him.
But even as I thought about all of this, a small part of me wondered if Orion's unique bloodline could be a gift rather than a curse. Perhaps he was meant to be a bridge between the witches and the werewolves, a creature that could bring the two worlds together.
Only time would tell what the future held for Orion, but I was determined to be there for him every step of the way.
As I observed the turmoil in Orion's eyes, I sensed that he struggled to come to terms with his newfound knowledge about his heritage. Despite his strength, the shock of this revelation had the power to rattle even the most resilient of individuals.
Placing my hand on his shoulder, I tried to comfort him as I spoke to him in a soft and soothing voice. My goal was to help alleviate his burdens and support him in accepting his new reality.
I knew that the world of the supernatural could be unrelenting and that the revelation of his true identity would inevitably alter the way others viewed him. However, the most important thing, for now, was to help Orion find his place in this new world and navigate the challenges ahead.
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(3rd POV)
As Orion walked up the stairs toward his room, his mind raced about his family's past. He discovered the truth about his ancestry, and it left him stunned.
He was a Labonair, a member of one of the oldest and most potent supernatural bloodlines.
As Orion focused on his inner thoughts, he realized he needed to siphon the spell hiding his crescent mark all these years. How had he not sensed the magic on his body before? It was a mystery.
Taking a deep breath, Orion raised his left hand and placed it on his shoulder. He closed his eyes and began to draw the magic out of his body, siphoning it carefully and methodically. It was a delicate process, and he could feel the strain on his body as he worked to extract the spell.
But as the last remnants of the magic dissipated, he felt a surge of energy rush through him, and his skin began to glow. Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked at his shoulder, and there it was - the crescent mark that had been hidden for so long.
Orion couldn't help but feel a sense of awe as he stared at the mark on his skin. It symbolized his heritage, a reminder of his powerful bloodline, and he knew that it held great significance.
But as he looked at himself in the mirror, he also felt a sense of unease. He had been living in ignorance, not realizing the true extent of his abilities or connection to his family's past. He needed answers and was determined to find them, no matter what it took.
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(Orion's Father, Oliver is Andrew's (Hayley's Father) Brother. Which makes them cousins, and one thing about Orion is he protects the family, so he'll defend Hayley and take her under his wing.)
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