Page 7 of Called By Fate

I gasp, stuck on the part where he said Mickey killed my mother. "Hewhat?Dad, I thought Mom died giving birth to me? This doesn’t make sense."

Another spirit appears behind my father, and I’m rendered speechless at the sight of her. We look so much alike it's not even funny. Even with the blue hue tinting her features, I can tell we have the same bright, green eyes and wavy, blonde hair. Hell, even our posture is the same—like we’re ready to take the world on at a moment’s notice.

“Mom?” I question, even though I already know the answer in my heart. “Is that really you?”

She smiles sadly at me and it's like looking at a freaking mirror. “It's me, sweetheart.” Her voice is soft and sweet—like a mother’s should be.

"I've never even heard your voice..." I whisper, bringing a hand up to touch my own lips.

“It’s so wonderful to finally meet you, but I need you to listen to me very carefully, okay? In my former life, I had the ability to see the future.” She puts a hand up to stop me when I open my mouth. “Nothing like the seers. I can only see some details and aspects concerning my life, and the path I was supposed to take. Things have changed. The Elders and your uncle have upped their game and are more powerful than they were before.”

“I don’t understand. How do you know all this? Why—”

“The dead talk, Sadie. Staying here has given us access to this information and the ability to help you.”

“Okay, I’m still confused though, so can someone break this down for me? Barney-style it or something?”

My dad chuckles. “You always did have quite the sense of humor, tiger. Long story short, we had to keep your mother's heritage from you and Skylar in order to keep you both safe. Bedi helped us lock your powers away and was supposed to help watch over you in the event we couldn’t.”

And what a wonderful job she did,I think with an eye roll.

“The past is the past. It's time for you to find out the truth, Sadie. Thewholetruth of who you are,” my mom says.

"You mean the part of me that's still caged?" I ask, thinking of that small part of myself that's always been there, but I've never been able to access it.

“Yes.” She pauses to inhale deeply while I hang on her every word with bated breath. “Your grandparents were a Light Weaver and a shifter, and they were true mates, against all the odds.” Whoa, talk about a total fuckingbomb.She doesn’t give me a chance to say anything before continuing. “I am half Light Weaver, half shifter, and your father is a full Night Weaver, which makes you the only known living Triad in existence. And since he was full, it makes sense that your Night Weaver abilities would be the most prevalent,” she says, taking in my cloak of shadows with a certain fondness in her eyes.

“I’m a…what?”I demand, still stuck on that part. She can’t drop something like that and continue without an explanation like she didn’t reveal that I’m something new—something unheard of. For fuck’s sake…

“A Triad,” she repeats. “Part shifter, part Light Weaver, and part Night Weaver. The combination of powers mixing is a potent bunch. That’s why the Elders and your uncle are so wary of you. You have a chance to stand up to them and have the power to back it up. There has been a lot of plotting and conniving on their end to bring us to this point. Which is why we hid all of this until it was time.”

“But what about Dad? If you had magic, wouldn’t I remember?”

My mother shakes her head. “Your father hid his powers from you. We also had Skylar’s powers locked away because we wanted to give you both a normal life. It was safer that way, and the reason we hid in the human world. We even erased the archives of any mention of the Sinclair family. Back then, the world wasn’t ready to know the truth of your existence. I’m still not sure if they are now, but it’s time.”

I finger Skylar’s necklace for comfort and it makes me miss him. I wish he were also here because he always knew what to say when things were crazy.

“That’s… I mean… This is a lot to process,” I respond, not knowing what else to say. I mean everyone keeps telling me I’m supposed to be powerful, but to actually hear it from my own parents?

“When your uncle killed your mother and tried to absorb her power,” my dad starts. “I knew then that I had to do something to protect you both, because he’d come for you next. I went to Bedi, and together, we found an ancient spell to conceal both your and Skylar’s magic. It would’ve worked if Mickey had never gotten his hands on you two. The spell hiding your brother’s power broke under all the stress, and that’s when Mickey knew and killed him. When yours never surfaced, he thought you were a dud and moved on."

I clench my fists. “That bastard!” I want to rage now that I know, not only did he kill Skylar, but my own parents too. That flame of anger inside of me burns brighter with each revelation that comes to light. Heads will roll.

I look at my dad, betrayal simmering in my eyes, which he doesn’t miss since he’s always been attuned to my emotions. How could he, of all people, hide something this huge from me? “Why, Dad? Why lie?”

“I'm sorry, kiddo, but it was the safest thing to do. There were many paths your mother saw that your life could take, and this was our best option.” He tries to place his hands on my shoulders but sighs in frustration when they pass through me, and I shiver from the cold brush of air.

With that one defeated breath, I can tell he thinks he should be carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, but he shouldn’t. Not when he's supposed to be dead, partying it up with Mom and Skylar in the Goddess' realm. He shouldn’t be here in the In-Between waiting for me with her.

My mother draws my focus back to her. “It's important for you to complete the bonds with all of your mates as soon as you can,” she continues. “In the long run, it will keep you safer, since you will have their full strength to draw on.”

Something occurs to me when she says mates as in plural. “Wait, if Night Weavers normally have harems, why don’t I have more dads?”

She shrugs. “That, I’m not entirely certain of. If I had more mates out there, I never had the chance to meet them.”

Fair enough.

My dad still looks guilty. "I'm sorry for all the things my brother put you through, Sadie. Not a day goes by that I don't wish I could've changed everything. Do you hate me?"

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