Chapter 73
Silver’s POV
I stared at the man who claimed to be my brother.
Scott sat in the chair by my bed, staring at me with an expression I couldn’t quite read. I blinked a few times, my eyes quickly drying. My entire body felt numb from the information he had just given me.
Scott told me the story about Camilla and Kyle, our parents. There was a prophecy about a child born at midnight the night of the full moon, having terrifying powers and being the cause of disaster in the werewolf world. But what the prophecy failed to realize was that it wasn’t just one child, it was two.
Twins.
Camilla did what she could to protect us from the terrible fate that lurked around the corner.
“She switched me at birth?” I asked, my voice trembling as I tried to cope with this new information.
“She didn’t know what else to do,” Scott said, staring down at his hands. “She decided to put another baby at risk instead of you. But she didn’t know the baby she switched you with was Alpha's daughter. I’m not sure if she would have chosen a different one if she had known.”
“If you were just a baby, then how do you know all of this?” I asked him, my eyes narrowing.
“It took a long time for me to find out all the information to put the puzzle pieces together,” he admitted, shrugging one shoulder. “I first found out about Camilla, Kyle, and the prophecy, from my mother.”
“Your mother?” I asked, raising my brows. “Camilla?”
“No, my adopted mother,” he said, meeting my eyes. “Camilla and Kyle weren’t sure what to do with me. They wanted to give me a better chance at life and thought abandoning me in a cave would have been better than the fate the Alphas would bestow on me.”
My mouth dropped open from his admittance.
“Thankfully, a woman found me. She was a rogue and she took me under her wing. She raised me as her own. She’s the only mother I know,” he continued. “After a while, she realized I was the child the prophecy spoke of and over time she figured out the rest of the information. I put the other pieces together after her death…”
I swallowed the lump in my throat, feeling a wave of nausea consume me.
“What happened to our birth parents?” I asked, my voice coming out barely in a whisper.
He was quiet for a moment as if he was trying to figure out the best way to tell me the answer. He stared down at his hands and for a moment, he looked almost boyish, vulnerable in a way that took me by surprise. But the mask soon returned and his exterior hardened as he lifted his gaze to look at me.
“They killed themselves,” he said bitterly. “They took the cowardly way out. They took the baby and jumped off a cliff. It ended the search for us. When the Alpha figured out that it was Camilla who gave birth at midnight on the full moon, they went after them. But they were found at the bottom of the cliff with a baby. They assumed that was the baby from the prophecy.”
I felt sick to my stomach, and I had to wrap my arms around my body as I processed this heavy information.
“I see,” I whispered.
“They did what they could to protect us,” he muttered. “Even taking the life of another.”
“That poor baby… she shouldn’t have died,” I said, shaking my head with disgust written all over my face.
“Nobody should have died,” he spat, that deadly look returning to his eyes, sending a chill down my spine. “It’s a shame it had to come to that. It was because of the Alphas that they died, and our lives got turned upside down. The Alpha of the Crown pack put the hit on our family. He was on a manhunt for us as soon as his daughter had that prophecy.”
“Is that why you are after them?” I found myself asking, my own gaze hardening as I glared at him. “I know you are targeting Alphas. Are you hunting them because they hunted us?”
“At first, it started like that,” he said, leaning back in his seat. “But then it grew more personal several years ago after my mother’s death.”
“You’ve been hunting Alphas for years?” I asked, my eyes widening. “Why wasn’t that more known?”
“I’ve been studying Alpha’s for a long time,” he admitted. “I have been watching and studying. I wanted to know their every move. I wanted to take everything they had. I wanted to learn what made them tick. I used other rogues to get information and to steal goods from the packs in the area. My mother was kind of a big deal amongst the rogues, and they listened to her, which meant they listened to me as well.”
He paused for a moment as he gathered his thoughts; it was as if he was remembering something extremely unpleasant and I wanted to know what it was. But I chose not to say anything; at least not yet. Not until I knew all the information; then, I would ask him questions.
“Watching the Alphas is what made me realize I had a sister,” he said, shaking his head. “My mother found out what pack I originated from, so I watched the Stormwind Alpha a lot. When I saw you and saw how similar we looked, I investigated the medical records of Camilla and found out more about the birth of her child. It turns out that she gave birth to twins. That was information my mother didn’t even know.”
“And then what? You’ve just been watching me?” I asked, feeling incredibly uneasy.
He shrugged his shoulders as if it was no big deal and completely natural for him to stalk me for all these years.
“Basically, yes,” he simply stated. “I saw how terrible the Alpha treated you, and I made a vow to myself that I would end his life once I was old enough and strong enough.”
“Yet, you still didn’t,” I said, raising my brows.
“Because my focus switched elsewhere!” He snapped, making me flinch from the forcefulness of his voice.
He stood up quickly, almost knocking the chair over in the process and then he ran his fingers through his hair, aggravation evident on his face. He began pacing the room and I grew even more nervous with each step he made.
“Your ‘father’ would be dead by now if my mother was still alive,” he said through his teeth, his voice so low and deadly that I almost didn’t hear him.
“How did your mother die?” I asked uncertainly.
He paused his pacing and glared at me; his eyes narrowed.
“The Alpha of the Crown pack,” he hissed.
My eyes grew large and my heart heavy in my chest.
“Elliot?”
He let out a bitter laugh and shook his head.
“The one before him… his father,” Scott muttered.
Elliot really hasn’t said much about his parents. I knew his father died during a rogue attack though; at least that’s what the rumors were. Elliot was young when he took over the pack, but he quickly grew to be the toughest and fiercest Alpha in the world. I never bothered to ask him more about his family and I suddenly felt bad about that.
“His father killed your mother?” I asked, my brows furrowed.
“He put a hit on the rogues and my mother died in the crossfire,” Scott spat. “So, I put a hit on him.”
“You started the rogue attack that killed him?”
He laughed, and this time, it was filled with humor and delight.
“I started the attack, yes. But it wasn’t a rogue who killed him. The attack was just a ruse and a part of my plan. It was his own Beta that killed him.”
My mouth fell open from his words.
“What?” I gasped. “Why would his Beta kill him?”
Elliot had never told me this; did he even know that his father died at the hands of his own Beta?
He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes.
“I changed his scent,” he said simply. “I made him smell like a rogue.”
My heart fell deep into my stomach. He can change scents? Suddenly, things started to make way more sense. The doctors at the pack hospital smelled like pack, but I knew there was something off about them. Just before I passed out, I saw their scents and even though they had the scent of pack, I could also see the scent of rogue hidden within them. I wondered how their scents could change and now I’m finding out it was because of Scott.
He can change scents.
He frowned when he studied my face.
“Why do you look surprised?” He asked, his brows rising in wonder. “It’s not like you can’t change scents as well. You have the same powers as me.”
“What?” I asked, my voice coming out as a breathy whisper.
His frown deepened.
“Interesting,” he murmured. “I always thought it was an act for your family so they wouldn’t know how different you truly are. But are you saying that you truly don’t know anything about your powers?”
“I…” my voice trailed; I was so confused.
“It doesn’t matter,” he said, waving off my concern and questions. “I can train you. I had some training once my mother found out who I was. I trained at an early age and I’m skilled enough that I can train you as well. Then, you can join me and we can take back our lives and avenge our parents!”
