I WAS HIS SISTER. I didn't even consider it as a possibility before, but the second he said it; I felt it. A sense of safety; familiarity overwhelming me completely. He was my blood. I could sense it perfectly.

All my life, I had spent isolated. I was different from the others; an outsider. My mother was often reserved and difficult to talk to. At these times I yearned for a real family: a father, siblings, aunts, uncles and cousins. But I had none.

Or so, I thought.

This was ridiculous. There was no way I had a brother my mother had never told me about. If it was something this important, I would've known.

The bell rang a second time, interrupting my thoughts.

"You're a liar," I hissed, shoving him away with all my strength. He stumbled back and grabbed onto the table end with fast reflex.

"Wait, Weslyn," he called. I found myself freeze, despite how much I wanted to defy him. "I will protect you from others if you stay but if you leave now, that's the end of our family tie. I will never defend you from danger, even when you need it the most."

I stared at him for a minute, strangely captivated and then, snapped out of my trance.

"I don't need protection," I practically growled. "There's nothing endangering me."

"Ah, but there is," Mr Grayson objected. Rolling my eyes, I stepped out of the room. "But you'll only find out if you know the truth."

That caught my attention, forcing me to turn around.

"Tell me," I demanded.

"No," he said firmly. "Once you know the truth, so will the threat. You need to give me your word that you'll stay by me and allow yourself to be protected."

My whole life was a lie, I knew nothing of my past and I was possibly being stalked by some danger. Letting someone protect me didn't sound risky at all. In fact, if anything it was the opposite. Besides, I might have even gotten answers. What did I have to lose?

"Fine," I answered. "I'll let you defend me, as long as you tell me everything you know."

"Give me your word."

"I give you my word, you have the right to protect me," I promised. "Now tell me the truth."

He smiled slightly and shook his head slightly.

"Calm it, sister," he sounded amused. "This is the first time I'm seeing you in 8 years and you don't even remember me. Maybe we can slow down a bit."

"But-"

"Time for introductions," he interrupted, grinning. "I'm West Grayson- your brother. What about you, little sister?"

"I'm Weslyn Grayson," I responded drily. As if he didn't already know that.

"Now its your turn to ask a question."

"What happened to my parents?" I demanded. "How am I related to Gray Valley? Why am I connected to you?"

"Whoa, didn't I just say we were getting to know each other, Wes?" he raised a single brow at me. "Besides, that was a lot more than one question." For the love of Luna...

"My name is not Wes," I gritted out. "Either tell me what you know, or I'll leave."

"I'd love to see you try," he smirked.

I turned to leave but felt my own body pull me back from moving. No matter how hard I fought the urge to stay, I couldn't step out of the room.

"You see, Wes," he explained. "Us Graysons; we're true to our word... we physically can't act against our promises." I stared at doorway with disbelief.

"How?"

"Mysterious, isn't it?" he chuckled. "Actually, when you think about it, it's quite unbelievable."

"But, how?" I repeated, my eyes wide with shock. "How does it work?"

"You really want to know, don't you?" he asked. I glared up him and he looked back, reflecting the intensity in my eyes. "Then I'll have to tell you."

"Really?" I couldn't believe he was that easily; I barely even tried. "Just like that?"

"Just like that," he confirmed. "First of all, Wes, why do you think I teach Lycanthropy at a local high school?"

"In the name of Luna," I sighed, exasperated. "You're meant to be giving me answers, not more questions."

"Trust me, Weslyn. Think about it. Try to remember. Find the answer to this and you'll automatically get all your answers."

I sank to my knees and squeezed the sides of my head with my palms. Luna, please help me. With that I stretched my memory, thinking of everything I could ever remember.

Familiar images flashed by, leaving no trace: deadly silence, tormenting children, lonely nights, endless gloom, insignificant events. And then I saw it...

The reflection of a beast in the form of a wolf, it's familiar eyes gleaming in the light of the full moon. I knew who it was without apprehension, but it was impossible to accept it.

The truth was agonising.

"Werewolves," I murmured. "They don't exist." He smiled slightly.

"Don't pretend you didn't see that memory, Wes."

"No its not true," I snapped. "There's no such thing as werewolves!"

"Isn't there?"

"For the love of Luna! They don't exist!"

"Don't lie, Weslyn Grayson," he hissed. "You remember, don't you? Seeing your reflection in the lake..."

"That's not true!" I yelled. "I'm not a... I can't be a..."

"On the contrary, that's exactly what you are," he smirked.

No. I couldn't accept that the monster I saw... it couldn't be. It just couldn't.

"Weslyn Grayson, you are a Werewolf."