My father, Steven Benning, has always worked for a computer software company in Crystal city, the same city where my mum also works. And ever since I was a kid, he has been going on these trips: often for a couple of days, a few weeks, and infrequently for months.
Or so he told us.
But it doesn't seem like a coincidence right now that he married mom who is a Tyberias by descent. The web of dad's double life of lies spreads far back in the halls of time, but I guess so does mine.
I have been a werewolf from the weeny age of nine. And I have lied and deceived my parents since then, but probably not my father by much, it seems. He had realized, early on or along the line, that his baby girl has become what he hates the most.
Alicia paces agitatedly, pulling at her hair, obviously distressed. 'Mr Benning? He has been an Hunter the whole time? Before we even knew about Hunters?' she quizzes.
