❝I like you. ❞
❝Was that supposed to be a joke?❞
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The evil that rested beneath Beacon Hills never truly went away. Following the death of a loved one, Madison Argent planned to finish her freshman year and gain c...
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XLIII. TRUTH HURTS
"Werewitches were never technically supposed to exist, making you the first of your kind." Christopher stated, Madison watching as her father's shoes clicked against the concrete.
"Correction, she was never meant to be alive. No need to sugarcoat things, Christopher."
"Witches have always known to cause bizarre effects to our supernatural world. That's why there's so few of them," Gerard began, crossing his arms against his chest as he leaned against the wall, "werewolves also tend to have a reputation to be aggressive, unpredictable—though many are able to get it under control."
"While any supernatural creatures are rather harmonious when placed together—such as Scott's pack...the werewitch isn't included. The werewitch doesn't play by the rules, which is why it's so dangerous. With the rage of a werewolf, the power of a witch, and the skills and blood of an Argent...you could kill anyone by just looking at them if someone were to teach you how."
"But, I haven't killed anyone. I have the whole emotions things under control, and I was able to control my magic months ago. What the problem?" Madison questioned, head titled as she chewed at her bottom lip.
"You haven't killed anyone...yet." Her father said softly, eyes crinkled up in concern and sympathy. Madison gulped and looked down.
"That's not entirely true." Gerard interrupted, as Madison looked towards him.
"What are you talking about?" The werewitch asked, turning her head swiftly as her eyes squinted in concern.
"Maybe you remember a certain night back when you were fourteen."
"Allison?" Madison questioned carefully, the name falling from her lips shakily. Gerard shook his head.
"Your mother."
Madison stood up suddenly. "My mother died because of your bullshit honor code."
"Your mother died protecting you." Gerard corrected. Madison scoffed.
"Please, my mother could have cared less about me. As sad as it is and as much as I miss her, it's the truth."
"That's what she wanted you to think." Chris said, sitting down next to Madison as he took her hands in his. "I understand this is a lot to take in, we can tell you another time—"
"No. I want to know now. Gerard, continue...please."
"No. I'll continue, he doesn't know how to be nice." Her father said with a scowl towards his father.
"Your mother loved you. She always did and always will. But she wanted to protect you."
"How is her acting like she hated me protecting me?"
"Because if people knew how much you meant to her, it put you at risk. If someone wanted to get back at her, they would've gone for you. To avoid that, she acted like she hated you. But that wasn't true at all."
