May Seasons Come (Werewolf Romance)

Chapter Six

It did not take long for Maybelle to return home, due to the fact that her very overprotective parents had began a search party for her. The moment she had exited the woods and took one step back on the streets of London, a family friend of her father's had recognized her and guided her back to her parents who were in complete and utter distress.

They sat at the table from within their dining quarters. Untouched food sat in between them, and her father's face was in his hands to show only the minimum of his frustration. He looked up when she entered the room, taking note to her dirtied and partially tattered clothes.

Abruptly, her mother stood from her chair and rushed over to her daughter, searching her face for harm done, "Do you find yourself well, my daughter? Surely you are all right?"

May gave a small reassuring smile to her mother, "Do not fret, for there has been no harm to me."

Her father broke in this time, staring up from his seat even though he had refrained from standing, "Where have you been?"

"I," May began, taking an alarming step away from her mother. Her mother frowned at that, and then her father pushed her to continue speaking.

"I do not know where I was," May said honestly, hesitating slightly as she continued, "But I do know who I was with. He was far from a man at all, and he held secrets from which I do not know are true."

She could see her father tense, his spine going rigid. She looked away from her mother and to him only to say curtly, "You know, don't you?"

He turned his head away and waved a hand through the air, "I do not know what you are talking about, for I know nothing of your strange behavior."

"But you know of him," May pressed, "And you know their secrets."

"Maybelle," her mother interrupted, taking a step closer to her daughter and placing a hand to each side of her face, "Do you have a fever? You are becoming delirious. Who is the man that you speak of?"

May looked up with wide eyes, only to return looking to her father, "He is no man at all, mother. I was more than serious when I said that the first time." Her tone was flat, and then May said once more, "and you have lied to me throughout the entirety of my life, for you are not really my parents."

Her mother gasped at that, making her father stand from his chair so fast that it fell backwards, booming against the wooden floors of their home, "Enough!"

May looked up to Mr. Mabry and yelled back at him, "No! For you have not given me all of the answers that I deserve. Tell me, father," she spat, "What happened to my real parents? Those who deserve the title of my rightful mother and father."

Mr. Mabry glared at her, taking quickened steps towards her and grabbing her arm in a rash attempt to scare the girl. He bowed his head down and looked straight into her eyes, "They are dead."

May was taken aback and for a split second she was at loss for breath and words, "How?"

Mr. Mabry was fuming, and by now Mrs. Mabry had stepped away from them and just observed the scene unfold. May was forced to repeat her question, but he did not answer.

"How did they die?" She finally shouted, uncaring that her face was so close to his.

Then, without another thought in the world, Mr. Mabry replied with the most honest and frightening of responses he had ever given to Maybelle in an entire lifetime.

"I killed them."