Ch.16 - Flashbacks All the Time

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Fighting with Devlin always made me want to slam all the doors I could, but as I grew older I learned to calmly go to my own room and just sit on my bed or take a nap. Of course, I always locked my bedroom door and I made sure he couldn't get in the window. After we'd fight as kids he always loved sneaking in when I thought he couldn't and it wasn't until I stayed up sitting on my bed reading or trying to decide what to listen to that I found out how he was always getting in when I'd lock the door.

After locking my door and window I shut the curtains and laid on my bed, trying to relax. All I could think about was what I'd tell Angeline. How would I break it to her about what Devlin is? And if I should break it to both of them at the same time about what I am. I still did paperwork for the gang Devlin was a part of, yes, and I had friends in the gang, like Sam and Luke, but Demeter was the only one of all of them who really knew what I was. I guess all those years around Devlin after he shifted paid off because no one really ever knew by scent alone that I was a werewolf. I knew once Devlin found out he'd freak out and run off for good or he'd just flat out try to kill me. Our dad explained this to me after I found him guarding my mom and accidentally got bitten. By my own mother.

"You can't let your brother know what happened to you. Just tell him you got bit by some random stray dog. He goes around killing them anyway. I swear if I didn't go out with him during those hunts he'd do nothing but kill."

"Would... Would he?"

"Yes, Duval, your own brother would kill you if he found out about what you are."

"He wouldn't hesitate for a minute to kill you. Which is why your mother is going to train you better in how to track and hunt and how to build a good restraining device. She's also going to teach you how to hide what you are, though the best bet is if you can hide your scent in with Devlin's no one is going to notice. Since you're twins you already smell similar and that's going to work to your advantage."

Fast forward to after our parents died and when Devlin joined the gang.

"Next!" He called out. Demeter was a large guy, intimidating to anyone who wasn't used to being around tough people, but my parents had thought me how to fight and how to defend myself. My parents had Devlin and I grow up fighting each other to help keep Devlin out of trouble and to help me get stronger. I still looked stringy, but I had swimmer's muscle. There wasn't really any tone on the outside, but I was stronger than I looked.

He looked at me and Devlin stood up. "He's not a shifter."

Demeter glared at him. "You're going to stand down. He's here to try out and if I beat him to a pulp so what. He's not a shifter."

Devlin nodded and stepped back, watching me as I walked up to Demeter. "I have one request. Since my brother is in the gang already I'd prefer not to have him, or anyone else, watching us fight. I don't want interruptions." I didn't have anything to prove to anyone, but I didn't want Devlin finding out if I transformed during the fight.

Demeter nodded and cleared the room of everyone else before locking us in the room. "Rules are simple. Normally whoever gets to a three hit first is the winner, but in your case I'll change it. Normally I shift and say the other person can shift as well, but you can't shift."

His tone was so damn condescending that I lost my temper. The full moon wasn't until the next night according to the calendar, but it was strong enough near me that it didn't matter. I was a werewolf who was born to a shifter and a werewolf. I knew how to defend myself. I knew how to fight. The question would be if I could hold back enough to not kill Demeter or if I could get enough energy out to change back after the fight.

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