Kyle's POV
"Because he is my son," She said, as I watched tears drop from my mum's eyes.
The words kept echoing in my ears as I blinked my eyes repeatedly to shake off the shock.
"I never thought I will get to lay my eyes ever on him again" mum continued, as she examines the extent of damage the wolfsbane had caused.
To say I was flabbergasted will be an understatement, my mother has never told me of having other kids before or after me.
I felt like I had just been struck by a thunderbolt. How is it possible that the dying stranger I decided to give a helping hand to, is now a son to my mother?
This means that I have a brother, but why would wolf hunters want to hurt him? Is he dangerous? What did he do? is it possible that we both share the same father as well? Does he know who our father is?
These and a million other questions flooded my mind. My eyes drifted to the stranger or should I say my brother lying on the table and marveled at the rate he was healing up. His injuries were healing up steadily, but his face is still badly scarred.
I must confess, his healing process is quite faster than my wolf genes.
"I don't understand mum? how is he your son, I mean, he is a wolf and you are not, at least the last time I checked, and his face and body is still very much damaged, how do you even know he is your son"
I asked, staring at her for answers even though, my mum was looking so broken and her once glowing joyful face looked like a million years have been added to her. She let out a deep sigh as she held her eyes on the stranger while talking.
"ⁿI gave birth to him eighteen years ago and had to leave him with his father who wanted nothing to do with me nor the child. His father was at that time the alpha in waiting, I was his mate and was going fine until I got pregnant for him, he insisted that I abort the child and when I refused he made several attempts to kill me. He was afraid of what would happen to him if his pack found out that he had impregnated a witch.
As of that time, the union between a werewolf and a witch was considered a recipe for disaster, as their offspring were considered to be the strongest of all the supernatural beings" Mum said amid sobbing.
Okay, maybe that's why queen Miranda is insisting on me being mated to her son so she can have a powerful set of grandchildren.
"Does he know about you?" I asked as my gaze shifted to my brother on the mat. He seems to be healing faster by the seconds, his breath is steady now as he looks like someone that is merely sleeping.
"This is the first time we will be seeing each other in eighteen years, I'm sure he thinks the worst of me," she said with a sigh.
But mum if he is as powerful as you said, how were the hunters about to get to him? I questioned with genuine concern for my long-lost brother.
“That is because he is yet to know who he is and how powerful he is, he was born on the night of the red moon while we were having a gathering at the coven, the prophecies following his birth is greater than any you have ever heard or seen, he is a danger even to his self, his redemption is also its destruction,” mum said in a trance like position.
"So my brother is a warlock and a wolf?" I asked absentmindedly.
" I was his father's only and true mate. he marked me in the heat of passion and rejected me after I told him of the pregnancy,"
“what do you mean by his father? do we share different dad?" I asked trying to come to terms that I am just meeting up with my sibling or half-sibling for the first time in close to eighteen years"
"That is a discussion for another day kyle. come, Let's leave him for now, there is something I want to tell you about," mum said as she walked towards the door.
I noticed she was deliberately avoiding the question I just asked and the uneasiness is evident in her expression.
I look at my mum and contemplated whether or not it is the right time to press further about the main reason I came back to see her.
She just referred to my supposed brother as a warlock, does that mean that I am a witch? Maybe I too will become a witch at the ripe of eighteen.
What will I be then,
"There was another attack on the village while you were gone," mum said, as she stood up to go pick up more herbs that she usually applies on scars, to help them fade without leaving a trace. She normally does that to vanquish any scar that wants to linger on.
"Is everyone alright?" I asked in a panic,
"Yes for those that survived, there were lots of death count and many injured," she said
"Who attacked us?" I questioned as my mind drifted back to the last time our little town was attacked by vampires. It rained blood that unfortunate night, as many people were killed and so many captured, but later found dead. It was a gruesome sight to behold.
The witches sometimes try to find a way to protect themselves by the use of magic and spells, but the humans always find themselves at the mercy of this bloodthirsty beast.
Humans' attacks are not so gruesome, most time their fight is always politically motivated, and it usually stops after their selfish intention is meant.
It's been over two years since we last had an attack, a part of me was glad that I was absent while the attack took place while the other part of me was sad at those that lost their lives.
The night creatures have been terrorizing us for so long, but I am glad now that we now have a force that will send them crawling on their knees" mum said with a reassuring tone.
“How do you mean mum?” I questioned trying to figure out what my mother was saying.
Kyle, you have unknowing brought back hope to the people of this land, and they will forever be grateful for your act of kindness, you thought you were rendering help to a stranger, but little did you know that that act of kindness is your own very redemption” mum said with a weak smile plastered across her face.
“Mum, I still don't understand what you are saying,”
“It's difficult to explain now, but very soon you will get your reward for your act of kindness”
“Mum do you think I will be a witch at the age of eighteen”
Just as mum was about to speak we heard a loud growl from inside our house. We rushed and saw my brother staring at his face in the mirror.
Our foot sounds make him turn around to face my mum and me, and I was beyond stunned at who it was.
My lips parted in a surprise
Even though his face was not completely healed, I could recognize his face, his scent, and his aura.
It was the Bastard, and he is the son of my mother.