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Part 8

"I don't know. Somewhere in the woods. And why would I know what you are doing here? I just followed my father."

"Your father? Who is your father?"

"Steve Jackson."

I heard him mutter something under his breath. His face then realization spread across his face. "You got in here. How did you get in here."

"The key. I used the key to open the door."

He looked over his shoulder, and I remembered I never shut the door in the first place, "Come on. We need to go. Once your father realizes that I am gone, he will figure out what happened. If you are here, he won't give mercy no matter who you are."

"He is my father."

"He is a hunter. And hunters put everything after killing, even family."

"What do you mean killing?"

"I will explain later. First, we need to get out of here."

He sprinted towards the cell door. When he turned around, confusion spread across his features as to why I was no following. He came towards me and grabbed my hand and pulled me slightly to start my feet moving. The next thing I know we are running out of the basement and through the woods. After some time he stopped in a clearing and lifted his head towards the air, as if he was sniffing something. That was when I realized he was smelling the wind blowing through the trees and listening to the surrounding area.

I felt something in my hand, looking down I remembered he never let go of my hand. I pulled from his grasp. I was confused about what was going on and not in the mood for games.

Staring at him I said, "So, how will you explain what is exactly going on?" He turned to face me. His face was blank as if he had been trained to keep his emotions hidden.

"Well, from what you have seen today you probably figured out that I am not necessarily human. To be more exact, a werewolf. Your father is a hunter, which means he goes around killing my kind."

"Why did I have to leave?" I asked him.

"Hunters dedicate their lives to killing my kind. No matter who or what gets in their way they kill even if that means killing their own family."

"My father wouldn't do that. He loves his family."

"You don't know his hunter side. I am sorry to be the one to tell you this, but your father is not exactly how you know him. Your father is one of the biggest hunters in this area. He has killed more of my pack members than anyone else. That includes women and children," he explained to me.

"No. That can't be true. My father is a normal person. Maybe there is a hunter with the same name as him."

I didn't want to believe him, but the more I thought about it, the more it became understandable. I have no idea what my dad does for work, and he is always gone. Especially since we moved here about a year ago. He was so keen on buying the house in the middle of nowhere because it backed up to the woods.

"I am sorry," he said.

I sat down on a rock nearby, trying to process everything I had just been told. My father was a killer. Werewolves are real. I felt like the world was turning upside down. The man came

I looked up at him, and our eyes locked, "After everything you have said can you at least tell me who you are?"

"Max Lunar of the Lunar Pack," he told me.

"Earlier, you said my father was trying to kill your kind, so why didn't he kill you when he shot you? Why did he take you back to the cabin?"

"My father is alpha of the pack. Your father has been after my pack for a while now. He probably wanted information on it," he explained. Then he muttered under his breath, "Or because I am the next alpha."

I thought for a second. Alpha, where had I heard that term. Then it clicked. I heard it when I was doing a research project for school on wolves and their behaviors. Alphas were the leaders of the pack. They were usually the strongest and ruthless of them all.

I pulled out of my thoughts when Max spun around. He started to reach for my arm to pull me up, but he was too late. My father came running into the clearing with the man from before.

Max let out an animalistic growl. His shoulders were tense. He knew a fight was going to happen and he was preparing himself for it. His fists were clenching and unclenching. He looked mad, no he looked beyond pissed.

My father stared at me in confusion. He was looking between me and the werewolf that was standing slightly in front of me. "Kelsey? What... What are you doing here? Why are you with a freak of nature?"

"You thought you were so smart. Keeping this all a secret. That you are a killer, a murderer," I said to him.

"Did that dog tell you lies. Not surprised. All his race does is kill. They want to eradicate humans, so why not do it first?"

"How did I not see it before. How could I not see that you were going around murdering people."

"They aren't people. They are animals, unnatural things that don't belong on this earth."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My father was not the person I knew. I felt like I was seeing him for the first time. This was the real him, and I wanted nothing to do with him. I shook my head at him.

"Stay away from me. Don't come near me. If they are monsters what does that make you?" I retorted.

My father's face scrunched up in anger. He raised his gun and aimed towards us. This time there was no way of mistaking the shotgun in his hand. My father pulled the trigger. The bullet hit the tree behind me. The look in his eyes told me everything. He would shoot us if we continued to go against him. For the first time in my life, I was afraid of my father.

I trembled at the thought of my father shooting me. Max must have noticed because he took another step in front of me. He was now covering my view of my father.

"Just let us go. Okay. You don't want to kill your daughter," Max calmly said to my father. I didn't understand how he could be calm at a time like this.

"Do you think I am going to let a vile creature like you go? I will kill you," he paused for a second, and his voice dropped, and he growled out, "Even if it means killing my own daughter."

Once again he raised the shotgun, but this time the gun was aimed at us. I froze at the sight. This was it; my father was going to kill me. Max's reaction time was faster than mine because he grabbed my wrist and pulled me away from the firing guns and my father's wrath. We started to run again. We ran from my father. We ran from civilization, and I was never going back.