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Chapter 12
Lucas finally stopped at an old doorway at the end of a hallway and opened it. It led to a set of stairs leading downwards and he resumed descending the stairs.
“He’s a stubborn one,” Jace groaned, rubbing his stomach when we had reached the bottom. The so called dungeon wasn’t as dark and mysterious as I had thought. It was a plain room with bare walls and a small cell that looked oddly out of place. A little too modern to be called a dungeon. “That bastard,” he whispered, narrowing his eyes in Travis’ direction who was now in a cell.All content is © N0velDrama.Org.
“I may not have sensitive hearing like you werewolves but even I can hear that,” Travis spat.
“Maybe it was meant to be heard,” Jace hissed back.
“Enough!” Lucas boomed, silencing both of them. He then nodded to me, encouraging me to question Travis for a clear view of his motives.
“Can you two leave?” I said pointing to Lucas and Jace. They both gave me hesitant looks but they followed out my request.
When they left, I made my way over to Travis examining him. He had a tired look on his face, full of dark circles and bruises. I noticed he still had the same wavy brown hair, now matted with dirt that came willingly down to his eyebrow unlike my untamable hair. He stared at me as if I was the most disgusting thing he had ever seen. I frowned.
“Travis…” I started to say but stopped. The hostility on his face scared me to silence. I stupidly stared at him, observing how he had changed over the course of time and I had to say time had done him well. His short stubby legs grew long and muscular and his broad shoulders were well defined, but the most change he went through was his newfound hatred he had on werewolves.
“You two of all people are werewolves,” he exasperated.
“Watch your attitude,” Zane growled. This really wasn’t like Zane even if he had turned on his brotherly role. I took his hand hoping to calm him and he did, backing away from the spotlight for me.
“And you’re a werewolf hunter,” I said, crossing my arms, making sure we made eye contact. The most important thing when you want to pry information from someone, my dad once told me.
“They killed my dad,” Travis said bluntly.
“It wasn’t Lucas and Jace,” I exclaimed. I didn’t know why I was protecting them but it wouldn’t even fit if they were the ones who attacked his dad. They were a little older than Travis who was eleven at the time so the timeframe was off. “Why did you come here of all places?” I asked when he didn’t say anything.
“That’s not for you to know,” he shrugged and sat down on the makeshift bed.
“You’re in a freaking cell and we’re the only ones who can help you so if there’s anything you want to tell us, I advise you start now,” Zane said, cutting to the chase. I was going for a slower approach but Zane had quickened the pace a little faster than I had planned.
“I don’t have to tell and I don’t plan to but I should warn you that it isn’t wise to ally with them,” Travis gritted his teeth, unable to hold the hatred he had against them.
“Well, if there’s nothing else you want to tell us, then I guess we’ll just leave you in your pathetic cell,” Zane said leading us up the stairs.
“Wait,” Travis said, quietly. We stopped by the doorframe, waiting. “That Alpha’s father was the one who killed my father that night.”