After finishing a shower and getting dressed, I go in search of Micah. It's time we had a talk. I need information. Finding him sitting at the kitchen table eating cereal, I catch his eyes and nod towards the back door. Without hesitation, he stands and follows me outside. I make my way out to the pier that juts out into the lake behind our house in silence. We both wait until we're away from the house and prying eyes before starting our conversation.

Taking a seat at the end of the pier, I dangle my feet off the end, staring out at the still waters. I know what I'm about to ask of him will go against everything he has ever been taught, but I need to do this. Lucien needs me to do this.

As soon as he sits down beside me, I gather the courage to speak. "I know this is asking a lot, Micah. I really do. If you're not comfortable with it, I can try to ask Oliver."

When he tilts his head curiously, I turn and stare into his eyes. "I need to know everything you can tell me about werewolves."

He blinks back at me, "Like what?"

"Strengths, weaknesses, anything you can tell me."

He bites his lip and stares out into the distance, deep in thought. Taking a deep breath, he finally looks back at me. "Are you going to kill the pack?"

"I honestly don't know," I answer hesitantly, knowing he won't like the answer. When he continues to stare without a word, I release a deep sigh and try to elaborate. "I don't plan to kill them, no, but I can't promise that I won't. I need to know where the pack would keep prisoners. I need to know if they have Lucien." I turn to stare deep into his eyes again with zero remorse showing in my own. "If they have him, or if they hurt him... all bets are off."

He sighs quietly. "I honestly don't think that they have him, but I get that you have to check because of what they did that night. I don't know what my father was thinking. He never should have sided with the coven like that without getting more information. It was a stupid move on his part. Everyone else had no choice though."

I shoot him a questioning look, having no idea what he means.

"My father is the alpha of our pack. They have no choice but to do what he says. He made the decision. Everyone else was just following orders," He says quietly. "I was able to defy his orders because I have alpha blood. So does Emily."

"Does that mean you'll be the next alpha?"

Sadness briefly crossed his features, but he masks it quickly. "It's my birthright, but it'll never be mine. My fathers and the elders will never allow me to become alpha because I'm gay. The younger generation doesn't really care, but the older members... they care."

I silently lay my head on his shoulder, intertwining my fingers with his, feeling his pain over the way his family treats him for something he never had any control over.

"What about Oliver? How was he able to defy your father that night?" I ask curiously, attempting to change the subject.

He shrugs, causing my head to bounce lightly on his shoulder. "That one I don't know about. Your guess is as good as mine. He shouldn't have been able to."

After a few minutes of sitting in silence, he makes his decision and begins to talk.

"Werewolves are stronger and faster than humans. We heal fast too. We aren't as strong or as fast as vampires though. That's when living in packs comes in handy. The way we work together. A pack is usually like a family, and we train together our entire lives. Alone, we wouldn't stand a chance against a vampire, but together we have the upper hand. You already know that our bite is fatal to a vampire."

I mull over that information, noting that their strength is in numbers. I'll need to catch them when they're not all gathered together.

Now I need to worry about weaknesses. I know my powers should be enough in a fight, but the more I know, the better.

"Silver?" I ask.

He smirks. "Not fatal. It weakens us though." He pauses slightly before continuing. "We can die the same as a human. Anything that stops the heart is fatal. As long as the heart keeps beating though, we can heal."

I nod subtly. "I'm assuming the full moon thing is a myth," I say, remembering how they had changed that night with the coven, and it hadn't been a full moon.

He nods, agreeing. "We can change whenever we want. We are stronger during a full moon though."

We sit in silence for a few minutes while I'm lost in my own thoughts until his voice brings me back to the present.

"The pack house is six miles northeast of here through the woods. My father's room is on the top floor, and any prisoners would be kept in the basement."

My eyes close momentarily as I'm overwhelmed by my gratitude towards my friend.

"Thank you, Micah," I whisper. "I know they'll see this as a betrayal."

He shrugs as if he doesn't care, but I know he has to. "Most of my life there was full of betrayal. Besides, I became a traitor to the pack the second I fought beside you that night."

"Why did you do it then?" I can't help but ask.

I see his lips purse as he thinks of how to answer my question. "They kept referring to you as the one from the prophecy. Our pack knows of the prophecy. They say you're supposed to save our world from the Locktons. I'm not real sure why, but ever since the first time I saw you I felt like I'm supposed to be your friend." He shrugs.

I think back to our first meeting, remembering the strange staring contest and the strong curiosity in his eyes. I ask him about it and see him shoot me a small smile.

"Yeah, I was definitely curious. I couldn't figure out what you were. I mean I could feel that you weren't human, but you didn't smell like a wolf or a vampire. You didn't smell like anything I'd ever come across before."

I chuckle. "If you knew I wasn't human, why didn't you just ask me about it? It would have been nice to find out werewolves and vampires exist before my manipulative grandmother dropped the bomb on me."

He shrugs again. "You didn't seem to realize that I wasn't. Besides, I figured it would come out eventually."

A thought suddenly occurs to me. "Emily fought with us too. Should I have fought to keep her here?" I ask, worried.

He shakes his head in denial. "Naw. She's my dad's pride and joy. His one normal kid. He'd forgive her for anything. A lot of the pack has been wanting to get rid of me for years. This just gave them the excuse they needed."

I squeeze his hand gently, offering him the only comfort I can.

"That all you need to know?" He asks suddenly. I nod and remain seated while he stands and dusts his jeans off. He walks back towards the house without a backwards glance, and I decide to give him some space. What he'd just done had been hard for him despite him pretending it wasn't.

Hearing footsteps approaching, I glance over my shoulder to find Everett walking towards me. He pats Micah on the shoulder as they cross paths, and I almost smile for the first time in a week when I notice that Micah doesn't flinch away from his touch. He had always tried to keep some distance with Lawrence and Everett, but everyone seemed to be adjusting pretty well to each other's presence after sharing a living space for a week. Things weren't great, but they were better. Definitely good if you consider the fact that the two species are supposed to be natural enemies.

Turning back towards the water, I close my eyes, leaning my head against the railing of the pier waiting to see what Everett wants. We had barely spoken in the last week. He had helped me through the pain of Craig's death, but had immediately put distance back between us again.

I hadn't tried to approach him or his brother. I was too caught up in the Lucien situation to be bothered with any romance, or lack thereof. For him to approach me on his own now, there has to be a reason.

"I want to take you up on your offer of friendship," He says without preamble, dropping down onto the pier beside me. He presses his back into the railing on the opposite side, facing me. I turn my own body to mirror his position and look into his eyes, looking for any sign of doubt. I see none. If he had said this a week ago, I'd have been ecstatic. Instead, I'm only mildly relieved.

I'm glad to have him as a part of my life, but I have more important things to worry about now than a boy and his back-and-forth decisions.

"At least for now," He continues and I smirk slightly. I knew it had been too easy. "I want to try, and let's see how it goes."

I nod slightly, agreeing.

"I want to help you find Lucien."

I stare at him in surprise. He hadn't really known Lucien at all. So, why did he want to help?

"I don't know how much help I'll really be next to your powers, but I figure it can't hurt to have someone watching your back," He says shrugging.

My lips twitch slightly in amusement. "Thanks," I say quietly even though I have no plans to ask him for help when the time actually comes. I don't want to put him in any danger, and finding Lucien is definitely going to be dangerous. I'm starting my search with the pack, and I can't help but think about how one bite from a werewolf was all it would take to kill him.

I'm hoping that the wolves have Lucien. The alternative is so much worse. It'll be much more difficult to get him back if it's the coven that has him.

I lazily stretch my legs out in front of me, crossing my ankles next to his hip. He reaches down and wraps his strong hand around one of my shoes, shaking my leg playfully.

"So, since we're friends now, you going to tell me what the coven was talking about that night?" He asks causing me to shoot him a questioning look. "They kept saying you were the one from the prophecy. What prophecy?"

Releasing a deep breath, I lean my head back, closing my eyes again. I relax back against the railing and start telling him the story of the prophecy. I tell him about how I'm supposedly the strongest creature to ever walk the earth and chuckle quietly at the shocked look on his face. I then tell him about how the prophecy said I would either save the supernatural world, or I would destroy it, and I watch his shock turn to worry. I know the feeling.

"What are you supposed to save us from?" He asks after a short pause.

I shrug, "No one really knows, but Lucien said the most common belief is the Lockton family. That's why they've been hunting down Gorman witches for centuries."

His eyes widen slightly, and I see his worry grow tenfold, but I'm suddenly distracted. I have to force away the image of my parents that shot through my mind at the mention of my family. I grunt quietly and knead my forehead as if that'll help erase the images running wild behind my eyelids.

I'll worry about the Locktons after I find Lucien. Right now, Lucien needs to remain my priority. Not revenge. I need to focus on the one who might still have a chance at survival. Revenge can wait.

I had dealt with this need for revenge periodically since my parents' death, but it had worsened considerably since Lucien's disappearance. My anger just kept growing with each day that passed that he remained missing, and I know that eventually I'm going to snap. It's not as if that's a new occurrence recently either. I just hope I don't hurt anyone when the day comes.

"Hey, you okay?" Everett's gruff voice interrupts my worrying thoughts causing my eyes to snap open in surprise. I had forgotten that he was here for a moment. I quickly blank my expression and nod, worrying about what he might have seen on my face while my guard was down.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I plan to stick to that story for as long as I can. Seeing that he wasn't going to let it drop, I changed the subject. "You know, all I ever wanted to be was normal. My dream was to have a normal life. That's it. Is that really too much to ask?"

Everett's Caribbean blue eyes stared directly into my own for a moment, studying me before he leaned forward slightly as if to make sure he had my full attention.

"Normal is overrated. Besides... There was a prophecy told about you centuries before you were born. You're the strongest person to ever walk the earth. You're half vampire, half witch. That's something that's never happened before- something believed to be impossible. You are literally one of a kind. You were born to save this world." He pauses for a second, tilting his head to keep eye contact when I start to look away. "I think it's time you accept that normal just isn't in the cards for you. Not one single thing about you is normal. You're so much more than that."

With that, he stands up and walks away, allowing me privacy to think about what he's said, and I do. I really think about it, and I realize that he's probably right. Whether he's right or not- It's been my dream for as long as I can remember, and I'm not ready to let go of it yet. Even though I know I'll have to one day.

Only a couple minutes after he left, I stand and head in the direction of the house still lost in thought. When I reach the end of the pier, a movement in my peripheral vision catches my attention. Turning my head, I freeze midstep, my breath catching in my throat. The familiar shadow is standing in the edge of the tree line watching me again. Like usual, I catch a glimpse of the dark hair and dark leather jacket.

This time though, I finally notice something new. Something about the way he's standing makes me realize that it's not Everett I've seen watching me from the tree line.

Overcoming the shock quickly, I take a step towards the trees, but the man disappears in a blur of movement before my foot even touches the ground.

Suddenly feeling a lot less safe, I run towards the house to check on everyone inside while making a silent promise to myself to catch the mystery person the next time he shows up. It would be nice to have at least a clue as to who I'm up against.