One month later...

Chris has been training Nate almost everyday after school. He has been teaching him how to feed on animals instead of attacking humans. He also taught him how to control the anger. They are getting along well and I appreciate that. Tonight is a full moon and they are planning on finding the other werewolf. Chris does not want me to go with them - not even to stay in the car - and Nate obviously agrees with him.

I will not be able to sleep tonight so I need to distract myself by reading or watching a movie. I open the cabinet in the living room hoping to find a good book.

"You okay?" Luke asks startling me.

I drop the book from my hands. "I didn't hear you come down." I pick up the book and notice he is dressed in clothes he usually hangs out with. "Are you going somewhere?" I ask.

"Yes, I'm going to sleep at Jake's tonight." He walks to the door holding a duffle bag.

I grin at him. "You have a thing for his sister, don't you?"

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "You have no idea what you're talking about." He opens the door to leave.

"Keep telling yourself that," I tell him before he closes the door behind him.

I take a random book and go to my room. Claire is still stuck in her room. Ever since she lost Eric, she has been locking herself up in her room and not talking to anyone. She barely eats anything. I am worried about her but I do not know what to do. Aunt Julie is already asleep. She is one of those early birds. She always wakes up early to make breakfast for everyone. I admire her for being so dedicated to us.

I look at the words in the book but my brain does not register what the words are. I cannot think about anything but Chris and Nate. It is dark outside so I assume they already transformed. I wonder whether they found the mysterious werewolf yet. Chris told me he would call me the moment they transform back into human form, even if they do not find him.

I get up from the best and pace around the room for a moment. Then, I open my laptop and switch it on to watch a movie. I try my best to focus on the movie but my mind keeps going back to Chris and Nate. This is killing me. I should be out there with them. Finally, sleep takes over me.

I do not know for how long I slept but the ringing of my phone wakes me up. It is still dark outside. I answer my phone in a groggy voice, "Hello?"

"Emma," Chris's voice comes through the phone. "Can you come to the place where I parked last time?"

Suddenly I become alert. I sit up on the bed. Something is wrong. "Is Nate okay?"

"He's fine. We managed to trap the other werewolf and he took the tranquilizer bate," he explains. "He's in my car now."

"In human form?"

"Yes," he deadpans. Why isn't he telling me everything?

I have to ask. "Who is it?"

It takes him a minute before saying, "It's better if you see for yourself."

What? Why? "Do I know him?"

"Just come down here." He hangs up.

I stare at my phone dumbfounded. Then I spring into action.

It's half past five and the sun will rise soon. I do not have a car yet so I use my bicycle. I stop a few feet away from Chris's car and leave my bicycle lying on the ground.

Chris meet me halfway and stops me. "He's half asleep with the tranquilizer," he tells me.

"Just tell me who he is," I say annoyed.

He takes a deep breath and Nate answers for him from behind him, "Luke."

I look at Nate perplexed by what he just said. Did he really say it is Luke? My brother? How no earth have I missed this. First my best friend and now my brother? Is the universe playing tricks on me?

Chris steps back, away from me, and I take a few hesitant steps toward his car. Luke is lying in the backseat covered in a black blanket. I shake my head. I cannot believe this.

I turn back to Chris and Nate. "Are you sure he's a werewolf?"

"Yes, we've seen him," Chris answers. "I'm sorry you had to find out like this."

"Can we take him home before Aunt Julie realizes I'm gone?" I plead.

They both nod but do not say anything. We put my bicycle on top of Nate's car and I take a ride with Chris.

We arrive at my house just in time before Aunt Julie wakes up. They both help me out with taking Luke to his room and getting him dressed.

"Thank you so much," I tell them. "I will see you at school."

I leave Luke alone for ten minutes to get ready for school. When I re-enter his room, he is mumbling something I do not understand.

"How are you feeling?" I ask him as I approach his bed.

"What happened to me?" he whines stretching his words.

I do not know how else to tell him so I just blurt out, "I know you're a werewolf."

"What?" he asks casually, almost laughing.

"We tranquilized you in the woods."

"We?" He is serious now.

"Chris and Nate. Now tell me, how long have you been a werewolf? And most importantly, why didn't you tell me?" I am mad at him for not telling me. He had many opportunities to tell me but he did not. Why?

"I'm sorry," he says in a low voice. He tries to sit up but the drug is still wearing off so he stumbles back down. "I didn't know how to tell you."

I sit on his chair near the window and wait for him to continue.

"I got the werewolf gene from our father's father," he tells me looking at the ceiling to avoid my gaze. "The gene skipped a generation so our father was fully human. Our uncle, however, was also a werewolf and he trained his son. Remember when our father used to take us to see Uncle Patrick and we spent every summer at their cabin?"

I nod. I remember the pranks we used to pull on Aunt Rita. I remember going swimming in the lake a two-minute walk away from the cabin. That is where we learned how to swim. We used to play hide and seek in the woods. Life was so simple back then.

"Every night, Uncle Patrick trained me with his son in the woods outside that cabin. I was told that no one should know about our secret, not even you."

He stops and looks at me.

"Is that it?" I ask.

"There's something else I need to tell you but you have to promise me not to be mad."

I do not like this. "I can't promise anything."

He huffs and look back up to the ceiling. "The night of the first full moon after our parents' funeral, I was furious. I had no control of my emotions. I did something stupid."

He stops and closes his eyes.

"What did you do?" I ask anxiously.

He opens his eyes again and answers in a whisper but I hear it loud and clear. "I bit Nate."

My world collapses. He is the reason my best friend turned into a murderer. I cannot think straight right now. I need to scream - scream at the universe for being so unfair.

"You have to understand. I did not choose this life. I am trapped by this curse forever," he says sobbing.

"Nate is trapped too because of you," I spit out in hatred.

I leave the room before he can say anything else.

The story continues in "Trapped: the Truth"