Chapter 36: The Truth

-Serena-

I knew what I was doing was such a risk, but I also knew I couldn’t just drive back to the base. First of all, they were right behind me, following me closely. I couldn’t give them the direct way to the other hunters, and second of all … I had questions now. A lot of questions. Too many in fact. I couldn’t be a soldier if I questioned things, which was why I was going to look for some answers, and maybe hide away long enough until I had figured things out. I didn’t know what to think anymore. Rogan wasn’t what I thought he was. No one was, and the way he kissed me … Oh God, he made me want more. He made me feel so hot and desperate for him. I had never felt like that, and I knew I shouldn’t feel like that, but I couldn’t help myself. There was something about Rogan that drove me to him, and therefore I needed to go back where it all started. Where I could hopefully revive my old hatred for him.

So, I was going home …

Rogan was right behind me though, so I first had to lose him. It was not easy, but speeding over some red lights, zigzagging between some cars, and turning off my lights, really helped. It was a wonder I was not stopped by the damn police, but I did it … I made it home.

I slowly parked my car in front of the old run-down place. It was in this quiet little suburban place, yet there was a lot of distance between the houses, and this one … since the murder of my parents no one had seemed to want to live in it. It was still owned by the hunters’ society but no hunter wanted to live in it either.

I got out of the car, placed myself against it after I closed the door, and just stood there looking at it. I remembered the night when they were killed and I had been asked to run. Other hunters had found me later, and had taken me with them, protected me, raised me, and helped me seek the revenge I wanted.

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered, as I looked at the house.

I had failed them though. I had kissed the enemy and I had liked it. I had liked it very much, and I had betrayed my parents. How could I do such a thing? I felt that old hatred rise, but it did not have the same power. What was happening to me? I was a hunter A HUNTER. I was not supposed to doubt or feel good about kissing the enemy. I was supposed to kill and free the world from these monsters … so, why did I not feel like I wanted to?

I was about to walk over to the house when suddenly another car parked behind mine. Before Rogan even got out of it with his beta, I knew it was him. Who else?

“Ah shit.”

I was certain I had gotten them off my trail, but apparently not. Rogan walked over to me, looking so damn angry.

“You’re in so much fucking trouble,” he said angrily and grabbed my arm, but just as he did, he seemed to notice the house I was standing in front of, and he froze …

I looked at him confused. Why was he looking like that?

“Let go, Rogan!” I growled.

“This is not the hunter’s base,” he said.

It was quite clear it was not a base, yes.

“No,” I said.

He turned to me.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

“I …”

The grip on my arm loosened a little, yet he did not let go of me.

“Serena, answer me. Why are you here?” he asked.

I sighed, knowing there was no way I could escape the question.

“I just wanted to remember why I hate you!” I shouted.

“What?”

“This is my home! Or was …”

I pointed to the house, and Rogan turned his head to look at it again.

“What?”

He slowly turned back to me, yet he had a strange look on his face, I couldn’t quite read.

“This is your home?”

I nodded.

Rogan looked at Rhys, who seemed just as shocked. I looked between them, feeling like there was something I did not quite get.

“What?” I asked.

“Are … Are you sure?” Rogan asked me and looked at me again.

“Of course.”

“Your parents were Michael and Lillian?” he asked.

“How do you know their names?” I asked.

“Fucking hell …” I heard Rhys say.

I looked at the beta confused.

“What?” I asked.

Rhys just shook his head.

“Can’t be.”

“What is going on?!” I said and looked at Rogan.

Rogan just stared at me with a strange look in his eyes.

“Okay, somebody tells me what is going on!”

Rogan sighed.

“Maybe we should do this back at the house.”

“No, tell me now!” I said.

“Serena, I don’t think you want to do it here!”

“I am not leaving before you tell me,” I said and pulled my arm to me before I crossed my arms.

“Fine,” Rogan said. “Your parents were working with us. They were our spies and helped turn this war.”

I stared at Rogan shocked. For a moment, I wasn’t even sure I truly heard him. My head couldn’t wrap itself around the fact my parents had been working with werewolves.

“No …”

“Yes,” he said.

“No, you killed them! The wolves killed them!”

Rogan shook his head.

“No, it was discovered what they had done, and so the hunters killed them.”

“No …”

I shook my head and took a step back.

“Serena …”

Rogan tried coming closer, but I shook my head, continuing to repeat the word no, as my whole world seemed to collapse.

“It’s not true!” I screamed. “You’re lying.”

Rogan shook his head, and I could see it on his face … he was speaking the truth. I still didn’t dare to believe it, but I knew it in my heart.

“No, they were good hunters!”

“They were,” he said. “But they realized things weren’t as they seemed. They helped me.”

“You worked with them?”

He nodded.

“And they made me promise should anything happen to them, you would be protected and not brought up in the world they were,” he said.

“What?”

An old memory I always thought was just something my mind had made up, popped up in my head …

*Yellow eyes …*

The night my parents had been killed, I had seen yellow eyes in the woods.

“Did you follow me that night?” I asked him.

“I didn’t know it was you. We got the message a little too late about what was happening. I knew I had to protect their daughter, but when I finally found you, they had too, and I couldn’t get to you,” he said. “You have changed so much.”

Of course, I had. I was no longer a little teenage girl with no meat on her bones, but if what Rogan was saying was true then … my parents were never killed by the werewolves. The hunters did it … and they had lied to me about it.