"Just because you're feeling lost doesn't mean your compass is broken." -David c. Cooper

After the news of his grandmother arriving he quickly threw on some clothes after Zara had left. He was wearing a black t-shirt that showed his newly formed muscles and Adidas grey sweatpants and hurried down to Nathan's office, where his uncle and grandmother were waiting.

He knocked on the door and opened it, finding Nathan, Zara, Quinn, Uncle Sam, and lastly Grandma finch. It was a crowded room to say the least. Nathan sat behind his desk with a window facing the rings, Quinn leaned against a bookcase. While his grandmother sat at one of the chairs with Zara next to her and Uncle Sam was standing next to them with his arms folded across his chest.

"Glad you could finally calm down." Nathan said with a serious look as he folded his hands together on his desk. Thinking about how to go about this situation.

"Zara said Gran had a spell to find my mate. What does that mean?" Carter asked as he shut the door shuffling in to stand near Zara's chair on the left side of the room.

"It means we could possibly track her. But it will come with a few consequences and time. To find out where she is and if we can get her out of wherever she is." Nathan said breathing out a sigh. His gaze turned from seriousness to worrying. Which made Carter nervous and scared for her, he can already feel her pain as it is.

"We have to get to her as soon as possible I'm willing to do anything for her."  Carter growled out. Nathan flashed him a warning look, letting him know that he was the Alpha of this pack.

"Please, Mrs. Finch go over the spell and what he needs to do." Zara murmured out interrupting Nathan from speaking another word to him.

Grandma sighed and looked at Carter with a serious look, making him stiffen. "Listen, I don't know how well this works knowing we may not have all the ingredients we need. We only need a string of her hair or something of hers we can burn, and your blood. Since it's the closest thing to hers we'll get." 

"Yeah I can do that. But what does Lord Mikkhail want from me that he can't get himself?" he asked folding his arms across his chest. 

"Lord Mikkhail is a very power hungry being. He's our resident grim reaper, leads lost souls over to the after life, and helps them find peace. He has the power to command the room as soon as he walks in because of his status on the Council. The reason he wants you, must be because you have something he doesn't have. Simple as that. But for what we don't know." Zara sighed out 

Grandma had gotten up from her seat and shuffled to one of the bookcases in Nate's office. And pulled out a hefty book and put it on the desk in front of them for them to see. Everyone shuffled forward to find out what page she's flipping towards. 

"This is the werewolf bloodline book. This has all the original werewolf bloodline, as well as important family trees. Royalty. I've been meaning to mention this but because of our towns vows, we couldn't speak of anything. And now that you have a Vow we can tell you everything." 

"The reason your mother didn't want to return was because they have a royal duty to this town. this town, is made up a few different supernatural groups. We have the werewolfs, The Mania pack, Then the Grim reapers, which there are very few of them. Witches, who makes up most of the town. Then the humans of course who know nothing of what goes on. This book is magically updated of any powerful family werewolves." Grandma paused and stopped flipping. His breath caught in his throat as he saw his family in the book. His mother, Sisters and father all on the same page. He felt the page before him memories flashing in his mind because of that night, his wolf howling out because of the pain. Uncle Sam shot him a look of pain as he saw it too. 

"You mean to tell me that we are a powerful line of werewolves?" He asked his eyes narrowing 

"Yes, but the reason I'm a Witch is because your great grandmother was a Witch, your mother is also a witch, your twin is a wolf, your older sister is a witch and your father is a wolf. The only reason you're not a witch is because your mate turned you. She's the only one of her kind, A fallen star. One that can transform anyone into anything supernatural. She has a power no one has. She was only able to transform you was because of the mark and her will for you to live." 

"So does Lord Mikkhail know about her gift? Why doesn't he use her instead?" Quinn asked, Carter stiffened at his question making his wolf stand up and shake his fur out, the audacity of Quinn suggesting that Mikkhail use her instead of him. 

"He doesn't. He thinks that she's a were too, and thought Carter would be awakened by the power of a mates bite. And whatever power Carter has yet to awaken as soon as he shifts, is what Mikkhail seeks. Which is what we don't know." Zara said 

"So what does this mean for me?" He asked curiously. All this information was making his head spin, he didn't know what to make of any of it. He wished that he could go back in time at home. where everything felt semi normal for the most part. But he knew he wouldn't be able to because now that he had someone to protect. To take care of. For her to breathe life back into him after the death of his family. 

"It means, you are one of the last of the royal alpha bloodline. One of the few from the origianl werewolf bloodline. The reason your father isn't able to be one, is because he rejected the position to be with your mother." His grandma sighed out. 

"That is why you can command a room as much as Lord mikkhail can. More than him, But you you also have a witches power. You're considered a hybrid, it is unheard of being a witch and a werewolf. If a witch was bitten by a were then they would lose their power of being a witch and have no choice but to become a Werewolf. But with royal alphas they have more power than anyone. Now you as a witch hybrid, you have a lot more power of course, but you don't know how to hone that in yet. When you shift tomorrow, your power will awaken. Tonight you must learn to keep that in so it doesn't explode all over the place." Grandma said, her eyes gleaming with mischeif, which made him a little nervous. Awakening as a witch and transforming into a werewolf for the first time in his life. He didn't know what to expect for tomorrow night. Esepecially without Nora by his side, he didn't know if he could shift tomorrow with feeling all the pain that he felt already with her sufferings. 

His wolf rumbled out a small growl at the sound of her suffering. But he had to do it for his mate. He had to shift in order to become stronger, to defeat Lord Mikkhail and stop him from doing something incredibly stupid and from doing something that could affect the whole town.