What did they want from me?
That was the first question that came to my mind. Agnes words rang in my ear.
They know where you are now.
What could I possibly have that they would be hunting me or was this just because of my mother?
Agnes had left me with those six words then somehow managed to continue drinking tea as if she hadn't just shattered my entire world. The rest of the conversation had passed in a blur.
And now, hours later, I still felt as though I were standing in that guest room listening to Agnes calmly explain that my mother had spent her entire life running from hunters.
Hunters.
The word itself felt wrong, like something from a story and not something real. The only hunters I knew were werewolves.
"Who is my mother?" I asked quietly and I watched Agnes eyes widen before she masked it. This question was long over due. And if I was in danger, I needed to know what I was rubbing from.
"I-I don't know"
