«Why do you want them?" Derek asked me, I wasn't sure if I should tell him, if my fears proved to be wrong, then I had to give him too many unnecessary explanations, and I had to avoid that.

"I want to examine the poison" I said, trying really hard not to lie, werewolves can say when someone is lying, and with Derek already mistrusting me, lying to him will only make things worse.

"Yes, I got that the first time" he said slowly "But why do you want to do it?"

"Do you know who those men were?" I asked him,
"No" he said, I noticed he was looking pretty worn.
"Do you want me to help you figure it out?" I said, trying not to sound too eager. Derek stepped aside, letting me inside the poorly furnished loft, I hadn't decided yet if he didn't have the time for a renovation or if he simply didn't give shit.
I looked around, he had replace the broken windows, and had put the furniture back on their place, and I started believing that he probably doesn't gave a shit.
"Can you find out who they were by examining the poison?" he asked
"I can try" I was just hoping to find out who they were not by examining the poison.

Derek gave me two arrows, wrapped on a dishcloth, and told me to let him know if I found something.

Back in my apartment, I unwrapped the arrows on the kitchen table.
I put a pair of gloves on and picked up the arrow, the fading burn marks on my palms, were telling me that the entire arrow was poisoned not only the tip, so I was careful not to touch it with bare hands.

The arrow was twenty inches in length. The shaft, was made from aluminum, I examined the smooth surface, and there were no markings. I looked at the nock, attached to the back of the shaft, also made from aluminum, also with no markings. The three little wings of the arrow, were made from a form of plastic nothing too fancy, just there to serve their purpose. The same thing for the arrowhead, made of steel, no markings.

There was nothing that could point me to a certain group of hunters. Most of them, having an extremely exaggerated opinion of their importance, etch their family's symbol into their bullets or arrowheads.

I carefully unscrew the arrowhead, and searched it for a mark, just the tiniest symbol. I knew two families who usually hide them. This arrowhead had nothing to give away its origin, these people were either rogue hunters or the Brotherhood, the same group of people who murdered my pack, my family.

My heart stood still at the very thought of that. Maybe it was time for me to stop denying. I dropped the arrowhead on the glass that was half full of a mixture of various kinds of extracts. The Brotherhood lased their ammunition with just a small amount of mountain ash just to make them easier for the supernatural to remove them but not enough so it can't be detected by smell "the moment of truth" I murmured as the tip sank to the bottom of the glass.

Two long minutes passed and then the transparent mixture on the glass tuned milky white. I squeezed my eyes shat, and took a deep trampling breath. It was the Brotherhood.

I couldn't remember picking the glass up. I couldn't remember throwing it to the wall. It was like I was sleeping and I woke up just the moment the glass crashed to the wall spreading pieces of broken glass everywhere.

I took the phone from my pocket and called Derek "Did you find something?" I heard his voice
"came over" I told him and hung up.

The last seven years of my life I learned that the only way to stay alive was by keeping secretes. If anyone knew who I was the Brotherhood would find me, they were determined to kill every single person related to the Morgan pack. I was the last one, and they were bloodthirsty, they weren't going to stop until I was dead. The only way to stay alive was to keep my identity secret, and I learned how to do that. But now the Brotherhood found me, they want me dead and they don't care about the collateral.

Secretes are what kept me alive all those years. Now the same secretes that kept me alive are going to put the life of innocent people in danger. It's time for me to revel them. If the Brotherhood is going to come for me let them come. I won't go down without a fight and I won't let anyone die for me either.