“Whose fault is that?” Mom snapped. “If you had just kept your sister safe—”
“Mom!” Lily shouted, pushing Mom away from her. “It wasn't his fault. He tried. He was just a kid just like me.”
Bile crept up my throat, but I swallowed it down as it burned. “I won't let you do this.”
“Then you'll have to kill me because I have to do what I know is right.”
“And what is right, Lily?” Dad asked.
She smiled and glanced around the camp that was filling quickly with death. “The werewolves aren’t good, so they need to go. They have the gift, and they abuse it.”
“How do they abuse it?” Dad’s tone was questioning but tinged with disbelief as he stared at her.
Lily ignored him, her gaze trained on me. “Your mate has so many mates, she won't even notice that you're gone.”
I reeled back at the lack of logic or compassion within my twin. “Why don't you tell our parents how you tortured our kind?”
She nodded. “That's how I found out that we're inferior to humans and must die.”
“So why are we allowed to live?” I asked. “We’re werewolves.”
“Oh, we're not.” She shook her head. “But I figured we could at least die together as a family back at the village.”
That was what made my mother's face drop. “Lily.”
I glanced down and noticed the blade in Lily’s hand, and I rushed forward, knocking into her, my shoulder smacking against hers until she lost balance, and I gripped her wrist to take the blade so she couldn’t kill our mother.
Before I could get the blade out of her grasp, a sharp pain exploded in the back of my head. Spots blackened my vision as I dropped to my knees.
“What the fuck?”Dad shouted, and I glanced back to see my mother behind me, holding a large rock.
The familiar tingle of my healing settled in the back of my skull as I stared at my mother. My mother who had essentially tried to kill me. Our heads were where our weak spot was.
“What did you do to my brother?”Lily screeched before throwing herself forward and embedding the blade in Mom's throat.
Mom’s gaze widened as she stared at Lily, not sparing me a glance. Her shaky hand rested against Lily’s cheek as she smiled, blood oozing down the blade and over Lily's hand as the scent of her blood permeated the air.
“No one hurts him but me. We’ll join you soon, Mom,” Lily promised, pressing a kiss to our mom's forehead before pulling the blade out and letting her fall onto the ground.
A broken howl exploded from my dad, and sweat beaded around my hairline as panic clawed my throat.
With a flick of her wrist, Lily gave a dismissive wave of her hand. “We’ll join her soon enough.”
“What did they do to you?” Dad croaked, and Lily blinked a few times.
“What do you mean? They made me better.”
My heart twisted. “They ruined you.”
I couldn’t find the strength to get to my feet, and I would be forever grateful that when my twin raised that blade above my head, my father moved faster than I had ever seen him move before.
He grabbed the dagger and turned it in her hand until it shoved into her stomach and sliced sideways.
Her intestines slipped out of the new cut on her stomach, and her eyes widened. “You're going to join us, right, Daddy? Right, Lachlan?” she asked, her eyes big and innocent as if she hadn't been completely deranged.
Dad nodded. “Sure, Lily.”
Her gaze darkened, and her body went slack as Dad pulled the dagger out, and Lily fell to the ground. “Get up, Lachlan. There are specimens everywhere, and we need to help our pack.”
