𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 ⸙

2.6༊*·˚

Liam turned his head sharply to face Zayn. "That's.. is your dad talking about mine and Harry's parents?"

Zayn turned back to the page that said the date.

"It must be. Four campers, that's your parents and Harry's parents." Zayn wasn't the only one with a thumping heart. He continued reading, flicking from page to page, but it was clear some had been ripped out. "The rest of the entire month is gone."

Zayn wobbled the book. No more pages fell out. "My parents can't have been werewolf hunters. I remember my dad venting about the poor dog my aunt and uncle used to have because they didn't look after it. My parents loved animals. My mum used to show me pictures of her childhood cat called Misty. There's no way... they just wouldn't do that."

"Maybe Harry's parents were hunters and your parents were at the wrong place at the wrong time. Shithead Harry is more likely to come from a hunter family than you." Zayn could see the distress building behind Liam's eyes. "Don't panic, I'm going to find out what the fuck happened that night."

Liam nodded and closed his eyes, focusing on Zayn rubbing his chest to calm him.

"That must be it. They wouldn't do that." Liam rested against Zayn again, breathing steadily until their hearts beat as one.

"That was the last thing I expected," Zayn said, staring at the journal like it had burned him.

"Me too. I didn't think werewolf hunters existed."

"They do, but there's not many of them. The government tracks them as a part of the peace treaty we signed, and hunters can get up to life in prison if they're caught because for obvious reasons; we're part human too. We help them and they help us, so we both get on with our lives most of the time.!"

Liam started to fidget. "You don't think my parents were hunters, do you?"

"No. I refuse to believe it unless we have hard evidence." Zayn frowned. "Let's keep this between us, okay? I don't want the pack finding out"

Liam nodded, though he had started to worry about what the pack would think of him if they did find out.

"Liam." Zayn turned his face towards him, so he could look him in the eye and say, "It sounds like my pack had something to do with their death. I'm so sorry."

"It's not your fault," Liam whispered. The thought was still very unnerving. Liam was too exhausted.to point fingers. He wasn't going to blame the person who was also a young boy when his parents died.

"Not directly." Zayn puffed out a frustrated breath.

"We should question my mum. She might know something."

"She might not, otherwise she would've said something when you first found out about my parents!"

"Maybe," Zayn muttered. "Hopefully."

They spent the rest of the day together, too shocked to speak much about their recent discovery. By evening, Zayn hadn't found the chance to talk to his mother. He had spent every moment with Liam, worried that his mate would lose composure if he was left on his own.

"Mum will be going to bed now. Shall we question her?" Zayn asked. Liam was staring blankly at the TV.

Zayn knew he hadn't watched the films he put on. Liam barely listened to him when he spoke. His mind was elsewhere.

"Okay."

They left the room together. Zayn was a little anxious as he knocked on his mother's door. She yelled for them to enter and smiled at Liam from the pages of a book he had recommended to her months ago.