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··Chapter 13··

The words spilling out of my mother's mouth are unreal. Jackson had been in on this. Camden had been in on it, even Camden's father had been in on it. I mean, it didn't really effect me as much as I made it seem, but hey, the show must go on.

"So you're telling me I was born into a family that hunts... Imortal things?" I muse, leaning back in my chair. My mom slowly nods, pulling her lips into a tight line.

"And just so happened that my brother's best friend- and now boyfriend- was born into the exact same comunity?" I sneer, crossing my arms over my chest. How am I supposed to believe in a cliché like that? Do they really think I'm that stupid?

"Well, yes, actually." Jackson chimes in, leaning forward. I scoff, rolling my eyes.

"It's true, Maizee. When the boys met, they hit it off. They saw each other at the association, and that's how I knew they were good people." she explains, referring to Camden and his father. I shake my head, not looking at anybody who surrounded the table. I bang my fists onto the table before shouting, "Bullshit!".

Do I really seem that vulnerable to believe such a bullshit situation? Or does everybody have some association for their big secret in their lives?

"Really, Maze? Everyone here knows you can't bullshit a bullshitter. Why would you call bullshit?" My brother argues, putting his palms on the table to lean over it, closer to me. I scoff, shaking my head once more.

"Prove it." I snicker, leaning forward as well to meet his eyes and level of seriousness. His anger fades as a small grin takes it's place. He gets up, jogging into the house only to come out with his black laptop. Standing behind me, he sets the device down infront of me and pulls up a document from his files. A bad quality photo shows up, revealing a woman in an orange suit, with beaming yellow eyes. She looked ill and quite fucked up. Her hair was matted, sticking out in more places than one, and I could spot a couple of scars. I know those scars from anywhere. They belonged to my aunt, who was currently in prison. Although, everything about the woman on the page was different. The eyes, the hair, the way her shoulders slumped evenly instead of one being lower than the other. But the name to the right of the picture told me otherwise; that it was indeed my aunt Regina Wilkans.

"What the fuck is this?" I spat, twisting in my seat. Jackson scrolls down the page and reveals more pictures along with typed words.

"Aunt Regina wasn't normal. She was infact a werewolf. Nobody knew how, or why, but she killed a lot of people. The word spread about her, so the association decided it was best to let her let loose in prison, where she couldn't do anymore damage than she has. She's better now, but she's still locked up." He explains, playing a video I'm guessing was took when she was being questioned about what she had done. There was no audio, but it was clear she was ticked off. In the video she was dressed in orange, and was handcuffed, even shackles shook from her feet. All of a sudden, her hands broke loose, sending the bent cuffs flying, as her form of face began to change. Jumping over the table, her nails were replaced with sharp claws, that dug into the shoulders of the officer. Just before other officers stepped in, I slammed the laptop shut, catching a breath I never realized I lost. I look around at the eyes piercing at me and bite my bottom lip.

"Okay. So it's real." I let out a breath, believing in what I once thought was lies. My mom's scowl was replaced with a tight smile before clapping her hands together.

"Okay. Training starts wednesday. Be ready." she says like its nothing. Really? She's just going to end it like that? I didn't think that's how it would unfold, but It seems that anything goes on a Friday night.
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Wednesday came here faster than I thought it would, considering I'm being woken up to an Ice cold shower. I instantly pop up from my bed, gasping.