Classic Novel
Chapter 11
“What?” Lucas asked, unable to hide his confusion. Many things were going through my head too.
Travis was the son of dad’s human friend who had been killed by a werewolf. One of the werewolves that were new in town didn’t know the peaceful rules we had with humans and had gotten angry at my dad’s human friend. They had a bar fight and in the end, Travis’ dad died.
Travis, Zane, and I were closer than acquaintances but not enough to be remembered as a friend. The last I’ve heard of him, he moved to live with his aunt several states away. I had no idea what he was doing here, no less with a gun full of silver bullets.
“Maybe we should take this inside,” Zane breathed, still trying to take in everything that had happened,
Lucas nodded and led us to his living room, making us sit on the couches and explain everything. Zane gave me a nervous look but I didn’t see any harm in telling Lucas so I told him the whole story of our relation with Travis. When I was done with my long speech of our history, he gave us a blank face without saying anything which probably meant he was thinking.
I smiled to myself. I was getting better at reading his face and his actions. He had been careful not to let anyone know his true emotions, always hiding behind a façade but sometimes, just sometimes I would see it falter and I would be able to get through his thick skin.
“So you’re saying that this werewolf hunter is a friend of yours?” he finally said, not hiding his disgust. It was very unlikely for a werewolf to have any human friends but dad liked to stretch out his resources and so he attempted to mingle with humans.
“Not a friend, just someone we knew back then,” I answered, absentmindedly. I was too busy thinking about what his purpose to come back to town was.
“I need to see him,” I said, standing up from the plushy couch. “Which way?”
“He’s kept as a prisoner, not as a little toy you can play with whenever you want,” Lucas said rather annoyed than angry.
“Well, first of all, he’s not a toy, and if you want definite answers then we’re probably your best shot,” I smirked, knowing that my reason would spark an interest in Lucas.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.
Lucas sighed and rolled his eyes. “Werewolf hunters don’t tell you anything. That’s how they’re still in existence. If they did tell us anything about their society, we would’ve already wiped them out by now. He’s not going to tell you anything.”
I gave him a stern look, boring into his eyes, a brave thing to do considering how his eyes were so dark and intimidating. His eyes dropped for a second and he stood up. I had won.
When he stood up, he easily towered over me. He swerved his way past me, our bodies missing by an inch. I hated the tingly feeling that I felt when he was close. Stupid mate crap.
“This way,” he guided.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Zane asked seriously that it was hard to tell if he was really my brother or not.
“Of course I want to! Don’t you want to know why he’s here or are you too scared?” I smirked at him.
He smiled a little, nudging me. “Me scared? Nah, but maybe a little curious,” he said but his smile dropped. We both didn’t have a good feeling about Travis. If he was back in town with silver bullets, it wasn’t to cuddle with werewolves.