Fading

Chapter 13

Chappie número trece!! Whoa last chapter was kinda more wow people are going to get hurt..... But what are this pack games? Hmm read and find out.... Dedicated to my awesome possum Lidi nugget. Yup. COMMENT VOTE FOLLOW! <3

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Brynn POV

"Wait, who do you think it is?" I asked, turning sideways to look at Lucas. His face was grim and his lips were pressed together tightly. My mate wouldn't meet my eyes, instead looking at his dad.

"Brynn, I think... I think your dad may have sent those witches. I think he wanted us to see that message." He looked at me then, hand still frozen on mine.

"That's not possible. He's dead, Luke, he's dead." I shook my head back and forth. No, it's not my dad.

"What if he's not? I have good reason to say that he's not. I should, we should, probably tell you what happened to my mom and sister." Lucas nodded to his dad who shifted uncomfortably in his chair, looking at the wall behind us. I just stared at him, waiting. "Okay, so, two years ago I was coming home from a run and was knocked out. When I woke up I was in some basement, bound with silver, along with my dad, mom, and sister. I didn't know the man keeping us there, not really, but I knew him from his title and from hearing him speak at The Supernatural Leader's Meeting."

"My dad was keeping you in a basement?! No way, no." I cut him off, eyes wide in disbelief. Why would my dad kidnap them anyway?

"Yes, let me finish please. I was fifteen then and we knew I would have my first shift soon, and he made me angry so I did turn that day. He killed my mom right in front of me, that's how I shifted and broke free from the restraints. I was close enough to my dad to set him free, but we never found Cecelia, my sister. When I attack the man he shot me in the chest, luckily on the left side and with a normal bullet, and when I woke up I was alone." He gesticulated, eyes shifting from me to his dad and back again.

"Are you sure it wasn't someone else? My dad would never do anything to hurt anyone!" I shook my head frantically, hair bouncing around my face. My turquoise eyes were wide and I denied that the man who did this terrible thing was the same man who raised me for most of my life.

"Brynn, I didn't know he was your dad or related to you in anyway until I saw the picture of you and him at your house." He told me, reaching to rest a hand on my cheek.

I jerked back, hands flying. "You thought my dad could have been the one to take your family and kill you mom and you didn't tell me as soon as you saw the picture?!" I stood up quickly, flying back a few feet. "My dad is dead! He dead and you are wrong, Lucas."

"Baby you need to calm down." He said, cautiously walking to me.

"No!" I screamed at him, running to the door. Tears streamed down my face and I continued to scream at him. "You're wrong! He's gone! He's gone..." I bolted out the door and down the two flights of stairs that took me to the office. I didn't stop running until the forest had completely swallowed me.

Tears made my cheeks damp and sticky as I thought there was just one possibility that my dad could be an evil man. Memories flashed through my mind: my dad pushing me on a swing, me giggling and screeching for him to push me higher, me running from him as he pretended to be a monster. My running slowed to a walk and a sob escaped my lips.

I just found out he's dead, and he may still be alive. I should be happy about this, shouldn't I? Maybe he did those terrible things to my mate though, I remind myself. Anger pushed through me then, driving out my grief. My vision became spotty and the wind whipped up from nowhere.