Helanie:
"Why aren’t you eating anything, Helanie?" Emmet noticed that I had been playing with the fork and knife for the last ten minutes we had sat in a café to have breakfast. We had left the motel and come to a café for a meal before we parted ways for home.
But the news of the monster killing and injuring an individual stuck with me.
"Did you guys hear about the news?" I couldn’t hold it in and finally decided to ask them. It could be a coincidence, but it was a very hard one for me to swallow.
The monster killed people, and then I found Emmet injured with a bike mark. But ever since he woke up, he had said nothing. He didn’t even mention what happened last night. I didn’t ask either because I felt like if I did, Norman would say something to ruin the atmosphere or maybe make Emmet feel uncomfortable with my questioning about his whereabouts.
But now I wanted to know if Emmet knew anything. Could it be that Emmet came across the same monster? But the monster was in the rogue community. Why would Emmet go all the way to the mountains to transition?
"What news?" Norman was quick to raise his head from his pancake plate to question.
"The news of the killings? Two dead bodies and one injured were found near the mountains. It is being said that the injured one confessed to coming across what seemed to him like a monster," I finished, watching as the brothers steadily turned to each other and exchanged quick glances.
"So? That happens all the time in the rogue community; it’s why it’s called a rogue community," Emmet remained silent, and Norman answered.
"But why aren’t you looking into it? It’s a monster that did it—" I was shut down by Norman’s harsh glare. freёwebnovel.com
"The entire rogue clan is not our problem," Norman hissed back, "You should finish your food. We’ll be leaving soon." The harshness in his voice grew, so I shifted my attention to Emmet.
"Did the same monster attack you, Emmet?" I wanted to be careful with my words. But my curiosity grew as time passed. It was not nothing. He went missing, showed up all messed up and lacking blood, as if he had bled a lot, and then woke up to explain nothing.
As I kept staring at him, I noticed him slowing down with his food and clearing his throat. "Not really. There were some wolves." He quickly took a big bite of his sandwich, probably to avoid talking.
"Helanie, finish your food," Norman groaned.
"I will when I want to. I am talking to Emmet right now," I grew so impatient and annoyed with Norman that I raised my voice, and the café turned their attention to us.
Norman looked around and then back at me, eyeing me to be quiet.
"You better not disrespect me—" he warned, but Emmet gently placed his hand on his brother’s to make him lower the finger that was pointing at me in a threatening way.
"I went out for a run and encountered some wolves. We had a fight. Don’t worry, they were in much worse shape than I was," Emmet reassured me with a nod and finally answered my question.
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