*Flashback*
Emma’s POV:
I sat with hesitation.
“Okay, talk!!” I whispered to him.
“I don’t know how to start…”
“Then I ask questions, and you have to answer.”
“Alright.”
“How is it that you guys haven’t killed my father yet?” I asked.
Well if the five of them wanted to kill him, he had no chance.
“Because we can’t… if we kill him, we’ll die along with him.”
“Oh…” I didn’t know what to say…
“You don’t want him dead… believe me.” he whispered and looked at me.
His eyes were shining in the dim light.
As I stood silent, he continued.
“Because if he dies, you’ll be the next wolf hunter.”He whispered in my ear.
“Ho…”
“it’s not finished yet… and if that happens, you’ll definitely kill at least three werewolves instinctually, whether you want it or not. That means that you’ll kill three of us.”
I could feel that my heart started to beat faster…
My hands were sweaty…
“Is there any ways to stop it?” I asked quietly.
“I don’t know…” he replied shortly.
I sighed and ate some popcorns.
Crunching them with my teeth as hard as I could, calmed me down a bit.
“You were born werewolf?”
“Well…. Technically yes… as my father was a werewolf.”
“What do you mean, “technically”?”
“Well… I was just like other humans, like, a normal human being, until I killed someone.”
“Wh… what?!” I exclaimed.
“if a werewolf kills someone, they’ll be able to turn into a wolf, that’s when a wolf hunter should kill them.”
“You… you’ve killed someone?” I asked him.
In the dim light I could see that he closed his eyes.
“Yes.”
“Who did…”
“My father.” He murmured.
The popcorn fell out of my hand, spilling on the ground.
I swallowed and tried to get myself together.
He put his hand on my shoulder and pulled me close.
“How could you?” I said crying.
“He was an ass. All he did was shouting and fighting with my mom.one day he started hitting my mom and I couldn’t take it anymore so I just…” his voice trailed off.
“I… I need to go to the toilet.” I said and stood up and headed to the exit door.
I sat on the toilet in the stall, just to think and calm myself.
How could someone kill his own father?
And that’s when I remembered what have my dad done to Marlya and these boys recently.
Maybe that was the only thing he could do…
I washed my hands and splashed some water to my face, hoping that I was ready to hear more from Zayn…
I came out of the toilet, my head down and my hands in my pockets…
A big shadow appeared in front of me.
I stopped walking and looked up.
Chris.
I rolled my eyes and wanted to walk pass him that he grabbed my shoulder and slammed me to the wall, in the hallway.
It was just me and him…
“What do you want?!” I shouted.
He put his hand on my mouth.
“You.” he whispered and with his other hand he untied my hair.
I grabbed his wrist with my both hands, trying to push him away but he was just too strong.
“Stop struggling…” he murmured threateningly and pulled out a sharp needle out of his pocket.
My eyes widened and I began to cry.
He bit his lower lip and smirked at me.
“This may hurt a little….” He whispered in my ear and stock it in my neck swiftly.
I cried in pain, looking him in the eyes pleadingly…
“It’s done… after a minute, you won’t remember this…” He whispered in my ear and let me go.
I fell on the floor and put my hand on my neck, where he injected me.
“Welcome to the wolf hunters, baby! See ya tonight!!” he said with a smirk and walked away…

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