Chapter 173
[DEVON’s Point of View]
After all the terrible things my twin sister and I had witnessed after we entered that underground cave, I didn’t know what kind of monster we were going to face again.
After battling an unkillable giant squid, Mom, Dominic, and Uncle Killian barely escaped death. Then the shadow werewolves. I was horrified when the entire tunnel ceiling collapsed on Mom and Dominic, thinking they were already dead. I was ready to scream in grief and pain if it weren’t for the bond that connects me and my twin sister to our parents. This feeling made me believe that they were still alive under the gigantic debris and rubble, so I told Uncle Killian that he had to get them out before it was too late.
Yes, I was upset with my Dad. How could I not? He hurt Mom. He wasn’t there with me and my twin sister as we grew up! And I got more terrified for us after I saw him wring my mother’s neck. I was so shocked, I thought I was just imagining it at first. But it was real. It was as if he wasn’t the guy that Diana and I adored so much before...
“Devon! Diana! Stay with me!” Mom hissed as she glanced back, worried about Dominic, who was still lying unconscious on the floor. A part of me wished we could just leave him there. But then, no matter how much I hated him, I could never change the fact that he was still my father. And that Diana and Mom still loved him, no matter how many times he let them down.
I couldn’t do anything but curl my hands into fists and promise myself that I would protect Diana and Mom no matter what. I will never let him hurt Mom again. No. Never on my watch!
As I ran to Mom, I saw Uncle Killian looking at me gravely, as if trying to read what I was thinking after glaring at Dominic on the floor. I didn’t know if I could even open up to him—if I could tell him how I hated my Dad. But what else should they expect me to feel after everything I saw?!
Averting my eyes from Uncle Killian, I took my sister’s hand as we walked behind Mom, who was making sure that my twin sister and I were safe from whatever was moving underneath the wooden floor of that strange old house.
Mom’s face was pale. She had seen or thought something dreadful while we crouched towards the hatch on the floor, just like the one we had in the house we were staying in. I had a feeling something disastrous would happen. I could sense it through my twin sister. I sensed it through our strong sibling bond. She was feeling something—seeing something that any of us would never see or feel. Diana was special. She always was.
I held Diana’s hand tightly. I wanted to make sure she was alright. I wanted her to know that no matter what, Mom and I were there to keep her safe. I knew I wasn’t an Alpha yet, and as strong as Uncle Killian and my father. But Mom said I was special. She told me I could do things that no ordinary werewolf could do. And that was enough for me to prove that I could fight too.