Once in a blue moon

Chapter 2: The Unexpected Visitor

I  stare, open mouthed, at the black haired man, his hair was messy, the way mine was and the boy's blond hair was the exact shade of my mother's.
My mom is at my side, her blue eyes tender, pulling me arm gently, "You would want to sit down for this, Kayla, dear", she says gently.
I sit down in a daze, finally understanding what was happening, I had never imagined that I would ever meet my father nor did I ever imagine that I had a brother, as my mother never talked about him, I had assumed he was dead.  Apparently he was not.
"But ho..w? why?",  I stutter, looking between my mom and my father, it felt oddly satisfying to think of someone that way.
But I couldn't help but feel angry, "I don't understand," I say slowly. "Why would you hide this from me?" my voice almost cracking, against my wishes.
I felt guilty as I see how vulnerable my mom looks,  but I needed to know, my father answered me.
"We are sorry, both your mom and I, but we had to do it", he says, looking me in the eye willing me to understand. I just stared back, refusing to assure him.
"It was the only way to keep you both safe," he sighs.
Safe from what? I wanted to shout, why can't they just explain properly without be so..vague? "This is very difficult to explain," he says. "I think I would rather show you".
He glances at mom, as if for approval, she nods, her hand moving as if to touch him but she takes it back at the last minute.
My mom stands up and starts moving the furniture, my brother helps her wordlessly. What were they doing?? I just stare, confused.
"What is going on?", I ask, a bit scared now.
My mom finishes moving it around, looking longingly at Matthew, who just moves to the back of the room, silently, before she comes and hugs me, drawing me to the back of the room.
"It will all be explained soon, just don't be alarmed," she says.
What was happening? And why would I be alarmed? This was very puzzling.
My dad stands alone, in the center of the room, his eyes closed, his breathing steady, then something happened, there is a ripping sound as his clothes tear and standing in his place, is a... huge grey wolf !

I let out a small scream, tumbling back into a table, almost falling to the ground, I pinch myself, and I could feel the sharp pain. I wasn't dreaming and sure enough still standing there was the wolf, with my father's light green eyes.
The huge gray wolf looks at my mom, one last time, before turning back into my absent father, thankfully with clothes on. My heart was racing so fast, I was pretty sure everyone in the room could hear it, this had been the last thing I had expected. Hell, this wasn't even possible, I was going crazy.
My mom looks at me, very concerned, and says in a soothing voice, "You are not crazy, Kayla".
Oh I must have thought that last part out loud, but that means - "I am a werewolf, Kayla," said my father, as casually as if he were discussing the weather. I couldn't believe what was happening. My long-lost father was werewolf? Werewolves weren't even supposed to be real. What did that mean? Was it hereditary? Would that mean I was one? I had a million questions, as the shock started to wear off. My mom and dad both were still looking at me, waiting for me to react, to do something. I turned to look at my twin brother, he couldn't have known.  Right? I turn to look at him, he look slightly uncomfortable, but he isn't shocked. 

He knew, I realized with a pang of anger. It wasn't directed at him or even at the fact that he knew all this before I did, I could seem from how uncomfortable he was, that he found out recently too, no, I was angry at my mom and my dad, for hiding all this from me, for separating me from my twin and breaking up our family. My father couldn't appear one day out of the blue, reveal I have a brother, tell me that he was half..wolf. " Why?", I ask, my voice low. 

"Why didn't you tell me before?", this time I couldn't prevent my voice from rising.

"Why did you leave? Is it because, you are a.. wolf? This doesn't make sense at all. And why tell me now? You don't understand. You can't just tell these.. things suddenly, and expect me to be okay with it. This is too late..", I yell, my eyes were prickling as I forced back the tears. I would not cry.

"Sixteen years late," I whisper. A warm hand finds mine, familiar but not. I look up to see blue eyes, so like my mom's but yet different. Matthew's eyebrows knit awkwardly as he smiles rather hesitantly at me, before saying "I know how you feel," in a whisper. There is a sudden warmth in my chest, as I looked at my twin, I had felt nervous before, I didn't know my twin. What if he didn't like me? But now I realized that he was nervous too, and as I squeeze his hand, I realize that warmth that I had felt before? It was affection, no, it was love. I just nod at him, smiling back, using my other hand to wipe away a wayward tear. He frowns slightly, still a bit awkward, opening his mouth to say something, when my dad who had been still all this while, suddenly said,"I really am sorry, Kayla, I just..", he sighs,breaking off. 

"I guess we owe you an explanation," my mom says, looking me in the eye. Yeah, you do, I  thought. "Just hear us out", she pleads.

"Okay", I say silently, not as angry as before.

My father picks that up and looks a bit relieved before walking up to the couch. "We'd better sit down", he says. I sit next to Matthew, while they both sit next to each other, holding hands unconsciously. I wondered again what had happened for them to separate. Both of them had a slightly satisfied look as they had seen Matthew hold my hand.  The look soon changed as my dad started speaking, "This is a  quite long story," he says. " It is very important too, and its time that we explain it to you, for this is a part of your life too." This all seemed a tad bit dramatic, but soon I realized that this was the moment where my life was going to start changing.