Earlier that day

   Jordan closed the door of his car tiredly. He spent almost the whole day showing Ciara around and worst of all, Camilla saw him. The only reason he ignored all her calls was to be sure of what he wanted to do, to protect his pack. Now, he was confused and that was why he came to the house of his closest guardian, the one person that was like a father to him.

   "Jordan, my boy is that you?" Jordan looked at the porch and saw Mark leaning against the doorway.

   "No it's not" Jordan replied jokingly. He walked up to Mark and did a bro hug with him. Age was not a problem between the two of them. In fact, Mark could be Jordan's father, brother or best friend when he wanted him to be. They were closer than any father and son could ever be.

   "I'm wondering why you came." Mark said going straight to the kitchen. Jordan took a seat on one of the kitchen stools and watched Mark do what he was good at. "The last time you came, you wanted to ask what you would buy for one of your football buddies" Mark said rolling his eyes. He turned on the gas cooker and put the kettle on top of it.

   "This time is different. It's much bigger than a birthday gift." Jordan replied tapping his fingers on the table. Mark dragged a wooden seat to the other side of the table and took a seat.

   "Ok, start talking"Mark said putting on his serious face

   "I can't perform the ritual" Jordan said waiting for Mark's reaction. Mark nodded and motioned for Jordan to go on. "I really like this girl and at the same time, I don't want to hurt Ciara or betray the pack. They are depending on me. I can't be the only alpha that didn't perform the trifecta ritual." Jordan complained letting out his whole frustration.

   "What did your dad say about this?" Mark asked. He jolted in surprise when he heard the kettle whistle. He poured the hot water into two cups before putting a tea bag in each cup.

   "He didn't want to hear it. He kept on talking about how my grandfather performed the ritual and how I should not disappoint him or something like that" Jordan said taking a cup from Mark. He took a sip from the cup before scrunching his face in disgust. He stood up and went straight to where sugar was kept.

   "Did he say anything about his own ritual?" Mark asked laughing at Jordan.

  "No, he probably did the ritual. Why would he start telling me about it?" Jordan asked tasting the tea again before smiling in satisfaction.

   "That's where you are wrong son. Your dad never did the ritual." Mark replied taking a sip of his tea. Jordan almost choked on his tea when he heard that.

   "What do you mean by that? My dad keeps preaching about how important the ritual is. There is no way he missed the ritual" Jordan said immediately.

  "Your father was once like you, young and energetic. He was dedicated to his duties as the son of the alpha till he met Sera." Mark said. Jordan nodded in understanding. He knew his mother's name, that was all he knew about her. "He loved her so much that he ran away on the night of his ritual to a safe house. He and Sera had a little marriage two days later amd I stood as their guardian. Then stuff happened blah blah blah." Mark said waving his hands in the air. "Sera got pregnant and gave birth to you. That's when the problem started -" he continued before looking at Jordan, "-no offence boy" he said realizing it must have been somehow mentioning the part when his birth was the beginning of the problem. Jordan just shrugged and Mark took it as a sign to continue. "Your dad found out that your mum and her family were witch hunters. Although Sera truly loved your father, her father had other things planned. He wanted to use you to gain favour in the eyes of the witch hunters. You would've been their supernatural witch hunter." Mark explained. Jordan was shocked but he still wondered what happened to his mother.

   "Your dad was so angry that he let his rage get the best of him. He killed her father and.."Mark didn't need to complete his sentence for Jordan to understand what happened. His father killed his mother. That was the saddest thing he's ever heard. He didn't even bother to doubt Mark because he knew his father was capable of anything when he was angry.

   "Listen boy, I'm not telling you this so that you will go ahead with the ritual even when you don't want to. All I'm saying is, you should follow your heart. If your heart tells you to perform the ritual then I'm not holding you." Mark said before looking at his wrist watch. "I have a couple of little wolves to teach transformation, so goodbye." He said before taking his coat and leaving the house.

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Back to present

   Jordan and Camilla walked side by side out of the big doors of school. Mondays were the toughest and they were happy they've finally gotten it over with.

  "I can't believe you gave yourself a scar on the face because of an itch" Camilla said laughing, she looked at the fading lines on Jordan's face before bursting out in laughter. "I understand that you have  pointy nails but this is over the top" Camilla added. Jordan nervously laughed at the little summary of his lie. He couldn't tell Camilla that his own father gave him that scar. The injury should have gone immediately but the wound of an alpha wasn't that easy to heal.

   "I think I forgot my maths homework in my locker" Jordan groaned, "I don't want to go back in there" he whined. The parking lot was almost completely empty. The remaining students were either entering their cars or walking out of the school gate.

   "It's due tomorrow. You have to get it." Camilla said leaning against Jordan's car. He gave her the keys before walking back into the school. Camilla smiled at his retreating back before turning to open the car. She saw a figure behind her through the glass. Before she could turn around to look at the person, a hand covered her mouth. The parking lot was now empty so no one could see Camilla get bundled into a van that drove off instantly.

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