Chapter Ten ★ Secrets Cont’

。☆✼★Daniel ━★✼☆。

I stared back at his luminous golden eyes. They were not his normal colored eyes with the usual bloodshot added to them because he was drunk. No, the dad that sat opposite of me was completely different.

He was alert, cheerful and willing to listen to what I had to say. The warmth that came from him was way different from the usual chill or distancing that he treated me with in the past. Guess it’s time to ask question because who knows when I’ll have this opportunity again.

Placing the chair upright I sat forward and put my arms on the table in a relaxed pose. If he was a werewolf then its best not to show any fear or agitation. They can pick up on it and that’ll change the situation in a heartbeat.

“Does Jamie know?” I asked then added, “Or Pete?”

Dad let out a small laugh and said, “Boy you certainly don’ful ’round do you? Right to tha’ hard questions, thas fer sure.”

“Well?” I asked again and kept eye contact. Yeah I know your not supposed to look the alpha in the eyes but heck he’s avoiding the question.

He sat up and rubbed the back of his neck then said, “Naw. They have no idea. Though I suspect lil’Petey is on to me.”

I grimaced. Pete hated that nickname and so I grumbled, “Don’t call him that.”

“Wha? Lil’Petey? Why not?” Dad’s eyebrows rose as he stopped scratching the back of his neck.

“He hates that name.” I replied and added, “He’s not five anymore. He’s nine.”

Placing his meaty hands on the table with the palms down Dad growled and went to stand up but Aunt LeAnne shook her head. He rolled his eyes and sat back down with a huff.

Okay next question. I thrummed my fingers on the table and asked, “Am I a werewolf?”

“Yes.” His eyes flashed even more yellow. “The whole Shaw family line are werewolves. Passed down from father to son. It is only passed down on the paternal side. Sometimes it skips a generation and sometimes it don’t. On rare occurrences a girl might get it too.”

I licked my lips and let out a shaky breath then asked, “Is Pete one?”

Dad leaned on his elbow and gave me a bored look then replied, “Dunno. Not until he hit puberty will we know for sure.”

“Are there any signs?” I asked.

A large lopsided grin pulled at one corner of his mouth and dad answered, “Not really. One day you’re a boy worried about girls (or boys) and the next you’ve turned furry still worrying about the girls.”

“Half-truth.” I spat. My voice became sour as I asked my next question, “Is this why you stay home this month during the full moon? Because you suspected that I might be one?”

He leaned in, “Boy, I didn’t suspect. I knew.”

I shot up from my seat and asked as my voice cracked, “How? If there aren’t any signs?”

Dad looked over at Aunt LeAnne then back at me. He tapped the side of his nose and said, “I could smell it. Younguns change their scent long before they go through the transformation.”

Things clicked into place. My hand tightened into a fist at my side and I looked down at the floor. Truth. He was telling the truth. Don’t ask me how I knew but I knew he was actually speaking the truth for once.

“If you knew that I was going to be a werewolf then how come you didn’t tell me?” My voice cracked even more.

He said in a hushed tone, “Because I’ve been wrong before… “

That made my head whip up and I stared back at him. My breath became unsteady. Was there another before me? 

Thoughts of Aunt Tabby flooded my mind. Even though she was a girl, could it have been her? I needed to know. I moistened my tongue then asked, “Was it Aunt Tabby?”

‧͙⁺˚*·༓ – TO BE CONTINUED… –☽༓・*˚⁺‧͙