"So you are telling me that... My parents lied to me? Was my past fucking fake? My sister's death might be connected to the strange things happening, and I'm a very important target. Isn't it?" Evans finally asked.
Ophelia nodded.
Evans shook his head. "This is insane!" He muttered, then pulled the chair closer to Ophelia until there was no space between the bed and the chair. "Tell me you are messing with me right now."
Ophelia's expression tightened slightly. She crawled towards him, then yanked his shirt up, revealing his bandaged stomach.
"What are you doing?" Evans demanded as he grabbed her hand.
Ophelia met his gaze. "You have all the evidence in front of you, and you still don't believe it? You think that man came here last night to play chess with you?!"
"Of course not!" Evans snapped back. "I could feel the aura from him. He... he looked devilish, but..."
"Bring yourself out of denial, Evans. I know this is hard for you to accept, but you have to accept it before it's too late!" Ophelia cut in and then snatched her hand free from his grip. "More is coming... the strongest ones that won't hesitate to pull out your heart and feed it to you on the same spot! You have to bring yourself out of denial before the pack scatters once and for all."
Evans stood up and stepped away from the chair. He pondered deeply about Ophelia's words as he paced in the room. Then he froze, looking at Ophelia sharply.
"Let's say I believe you... Let's say I believe this madness. What's next?" He inquired, his tone laced with tension. "You will present me to your so-called pack and make me the leader? Then we will go out there and fight those goddamn hunters, right?"
"Yes. You're very right, but before that, we have to know if your wolf is willing to be out or if it would be forced out," she replied, her eyes scanning his dumbfounded expression.
"Are you...."
The distant sound of a motorbike stopping its engine interrupted Evans.
"That must be the rider... I should go and get the meal," Evans declared and then walked to the door.
"Hey," Ophelia called, and he stopped. "I know this is too much for you to accept. You should live a normal life today, as you have always done. When you're ready to talk and you're no longer in denial... ring my phone."
Evans adjusted his glasses and then turned his gaze to her. "Just relax and let me get breakfast. I'll be right back."
Ophelia gave no response. She watched as he walked out, closing the door behind him.
Evans went to the front door with various thoughts running through his mind, but he remained calm.
When he got to the front door, he received his order from the rider, and after the rider had taken a picture, he went back into the house.
Evans headed to his room holding two paper bags, but as he opened his door, he froze. She was gone. He rushed in and looked around swiftly.
"Ophelia? Ophelia?"
No response came.
He placed the paper bags on the bed and hurried to the window. There were no traces of her, but it was obvious that she had left using the broken window.
"Fuck!"
Evans let out as he sat on the edge of the bed. He had many unanswered questions... the only person who could answer them was gone. He pondered her words as he ran his hands through his hair. She had told him to call her when he's no longer in denial.
He stood up immediately and picked up his phone from the table. He dialed her contact, and it finally connected after two rings.
"Isn't it too early to inform me that you're no longer in denial?" She questioned from the other end, her breathing erratic.
Evans could hear her running. She was running, and it was too fast. "I... I don't know what to do, Ophelia, but I need you. I need answers to my questions. I've enemies that I've never met before, and you just leave me here... alone?"
"Ohh, you're starting to feel dependent on me, Evans. You are a man," she retorted sarcastically.
"I am serious, Ophelia," Evans said firmly, then added in a softer tone, "You are wounded. How are you feeling?"
"I told you I've survived worse, Evans. No one is going to come after you for now..."
"What do you mean by 'for now'?"
"Chill at home and eat to your full, four eyes. Call me when you have accepted who you are," she declared.
"Do not call me that."
"Bye!"
She ended the call.
Evans sat on the bed slowly.
Pack.
Hunters.
Alpha.
He exhaled sharply and then lay on the bed backward. His eyes fixed on the ceiling, and sleep crept up on him slowly.
He had spent last night treating his and Ophelia's wounds, digging the garden, and burying the hunter's body, then cleaned up the fight scene. When he was done, he looked after Ophelia throughout the night, knowing she was the only abnormal support and force he had against the people coming after him.
The piercing ring of the phone jolted Evans awake.
He sat up slowly, then picked up his phone.
He had slept off for a few hours, and he felt better.
He adjusted his glasses as he brought his phone before his eyes. His brows knitted as he glared at the caller's name.
It was his mother.
He became overwhelmed with emotions. She had betrayed him... she hid things from him and kept him in the dark. Could he still trust her? After much resolve, he answered the call and held the phone to his ear.
"Hello, Evans, are you there?"
Evans hesitated.
He felt like asking her why she hid his real identity. Why did she make him believe he is normal? If she's also not normal... why didn't she save Eva's life?
"Evans?"
"Hi, Mom," he said, his tone firm.