CHAPTER 375: 375-LOOKING FOR THE TRUTH

Ian:

After I arrived at my father’s place, I passed out.

Since I did not let my wolf out, he put so much pressure on my mind that I could not take it anymore.

I fell onto the ground and went into a deep slumber.

When I woke up in the morning to the storm hitting the windows, I realized I had been carried back to my own bedroom in my dark mansion instead of the dorm room.

I groaned and turned around in the soft bed.

For the first time in months, I was back in my bedroom.

For a few seconds, I could not comprehend what had happened until I fully realized where I was. I sat up and looked around.

My room had large arched windows, with the bed placed against the biggest one.

All the light from outside could usually come in, but during the storm, I could only see dust or thunderbolts.

I climbed out of the bed and hurried toward the door.

As soon as I opened it, I saw the warriors standing outside, and beside them was Zian.

He had one arm placed on the door frame and the other on his waist, smirking.

"Glad you are back, brother," he remarked, making me squint at him.

"What am I doing here?" I ignored him and spoke to the warriors instead.

"The headmaster wants you to freshen up and join breakfast," one of the warriors replied, and I frowned.

"Come on, we will have a family breakfast," Zian stated, looking fresh as he strolled away.

Right beside him was his right-hand man, the man who had pretended to be a lurker.

They wandered off while I stood there, unsure of what was happening.

Had I gone back in time? Did I never leave for the academy?

These thoughts kept circling my mind as I took a quick shower and decided to join my father.

I needed answers, and I was not going to get them unless I went to breakfast.

As I stepped downstairs wearing a black shirt, black pants, and a black jacket, I noticed how much food had been placed on the table.

It looked the same as before everything went wrong, before I was sent to the North.

"Come on, have a seat with us, son," my father told me, pointing toward the chair.

I stepped over and sat on his right side, while Zian stayed on his left.

"How are you feeling being back home?" my father asked, and I frowned.

"What am I doing here?" I questioned, and even when the maids started to serve me food, I did not feel like eating.

"Well, there is good news for you," my father stated, and I frowned again.

"You will be discharged from the academy forever now, and you will continue to live your life like normal. However, you will have to make sure that you are not seen around by many people, or if you are, you will tell them that you are Zian."

As soon as my father said that, I leaned back in the chair and placed the spoon down.

"So, you are going to lie to others that I died," I replied. When I said that, I saw my father’s body twitch.

"There is no other way," he expressed.

"There is, Father," I retorted. "There is a way." My voice came out harsher this time.

"Really, what do you suggest I should do?" my father wondered, looking stunned.

"To tell everyone the truth, to finish all this torture on teens once and for all," I hissed, not understanding what was really going on.

Why was my father able to pull me out of the academy, but he could not stop this torture?

It seemed like everything was in his hands.

If he ended the academy, nobody would have a place to send their children to, or send them to a deadly mission.

"I cannot and I will not do it. You will go to the faraway pack and start your life, marry a chosen mate, have children, and become the alpha of that pack. And I will send Zian to another pack to do the same. You two will be sent away and never return," my father yelled as he slammed his hand on the table.

"You want me to hide, leave my mate behind?" I began, but my father cut me off.

"Enough about that girl. She is troublesome. She will get you and your brother in trouble. She will expose everything," my father screamed.

I could see the anger in his eyes.

"Why are you against the crusaders so much?" I whispered in astonishment.

"That is because that is what they deserve for doing what they did to the people of the North, to the monsters of the North," he replied.

It was the way he said it, taking the side of the monsters and showing pain for them, that made me feel like I had lived my life in darkness.

"I never expected that from you. I thought you wanted to take care of the monsters, and that you genuinely believed the crusaders were the ones who would do it. But the way you spoke right now, it feels like you are more in favor of the North monsters than these people, your own werewolf community," I hissed, noticing how Zian did not care.

He kept eating his food.

My father stayed silent for a moment before he stood and stepped over to me, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"Come. I guess today I will tell you the entire truth," he replied.

The way he said it made me realize there was more to the story than I had thought.

As expected, Zian did not bother to join us. I guessed it was because he knew Father only meant to show me and not him.

So I followed my father downstairs, where he kept piles of truth stored away.

"I know you are impatient, son, but you will find the truth here," my father stated, giving me full access to the basement at last.

I was ready to explore it.

Because the minute I went back, I would share every piece of information with Clementine. She would be happy.

"She would forgive us," my wolf uttered softly.

I began my investigation.