That Was Not His Fault

Chapter 36

Trevor's POV

A few days pass without much happening, so Oden and I just stay in the house.

We're hoping that the person who killed those kids will do it again, but that didn't happen since the last time.

And I'm not sure if Denver will even believe the guards when they will confirm that Oden was here with me.

I also considered if we should try to run away again, but both Oden and I agreed that we shouldn't do that.

So, I guess that we will finally have to find out who that person on the picture is, although neither of us know how to do that.

"Are you sure that your parents didn't mention they you had a twin brother?" I ask him, and he nods.

"They didn't say anything about it, although I'm sure that I have one, because I don't think that it's possible for someone to look like me without us being twins." He tells me, and I nod slightly.

"Maybe your parents weren't really your parents, or they didn't want to raise twins, so they gave one of you to someone else." I suggest, but he shakes his head.

"They were very good parents, so I really doubt that they would have done that, but they're not alive anymore.

So, I guess that we will never know what really happen, unless this person will know something about it." He tells me, but then his eyes widen slightly.

"What?" I ask him.

"I just remembered something." He tells me. "When I was a kid, my mother's brother came to visit us, and he asked her if I was Oden or Owen, and then mother started to cry." He tells me, and I frown.

"So, I guess that it's our answer." I say, and he nods.

"I forgot about it, because I had no idea what he meant, but I guess that this person who's on the pictures must be the Owen that he was talking about." Oden tells me, and I nod in agreement.

Before I can say anything else, I can hear a knock on my bedroom door, so I groan and I stand up to open it.

I frown when I see that Joseph is standing in front of my bedroom, but when I notice that he's glaring at me, then I quickly realise what he wants.

"Hi." I say and he rolls his eyes, before he grabs my hand, and then he pulls me back into my bedroom.

He closes the door, before he looks at me angrily.

"I have no idea what you thought when you attacked my mate, but I can assure you that if you will try to do something like that again, then I will make sure that you won't leave the cellars for years.

You're very lucky that Denver asked me to not tell anyone about it, because I'm sure that if the pack members found out about it.

Then you would be in a lot more trouble than you would be able to deal with." He tells me, and then he hits me hardly on the back of the head.

I wince slightly, before I look at him as he walks out of my bedroom.

I'm just gratefully that he was talking as quietly as he could, and I hope that it wasn't loud enough for anyone to hear.