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"Let me remind you, the door is twenty paces behind you."

"Harry Raine. Search his name," Brooke insisted.

The guy sighed and looked back at the computer. "No record."

Brooke frowned. "What? No, that's impossible. He's their son!"

"If you aren't visiting then you have no right to be here. You will be considered trespassers-"

"I know you," Sasha said, frowning at the guy. "Where do I know you from?"

"From when you walked in two minutes ago," the guy said and rolled his eyes.

Brooke cocked her head to the side. "No, she's right-"

"Leave."

The guy looked to the door and Brooke frowned when she saw a scar running down his cheek. She recognised him. "You!" She gasped. "You attacked Ace at school today! What the hell are you doing here?"

The guy leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. "I think I should be asking you that question, Brooklyn Fox. You're a long way from town." The guy tutted.

Brooke paled. "You-"

"I'll tell Mr and Mrs Raine you said hi," the guy smiled.

"Rogue," Brooke whispered. "What has Harry's parents got to do with this?"

"Such a shame he can't come and visit. They suddenly have all their memories back and it's impossible for him to visit his mum and dad. Sucks, doesn't it?"

Brooke narrowed her eyes. "What did you do to them? How did you get them to remember?"

"I'm going to have to ask you girls to leave, or I'll have to call security," the guy said.

"You little-"

"B, we're not achieving anything," Sasha whispered and pulled Brooke back.

"Dr Jason will be very interested to hear how you left town to visit them," the guy called and Brooke stiffened.

"We need to go," Brooke coughed. She grabbed Sasha's hand. "We need to get home, now."

*

"Brooke."

"Brooke, you need to tell me what's going on."

"What just happened?"

"Brooke!"

Brooke jumped and looked at Sasha. She had yet to say something since they started driving home. "I don't understand. I don't understand what he's doing there. What have Harry's parents got to do with this?" Brooke ran her fingers through her hair. "What is going on?"

"That's what I want to know," Sasha said.

"I'm sorry, Sash, I will explain this-"

"Will you?" Sasha asked.

"Y-yeah, course," Brooke lied.

How did you explain that a man who worked for your best friends brother, who was a murdering psychopath, was working at the facility where your mates parents were being looked after. How did you explain why you weren't allowed to see them when you should've been allowed in without a problem.

How did you explain that without werewolves getting thrown into the mix.

"Are you lying to me?"

"N-no."

"You're damn lucky you're my friend, Brooklyn Fox, or you'd be getting chucked out of this car until you explained," Sasha said.

Brooke jumped when her phone rang. It was Harry. "Harry-"

"Where the fuck are you? Why won't you open your fucking mind, Brooklyn! I'm going insane! Stop being stubborn and just let me in!" Harry's voice was loud and clear through the phone. He was angry.

"I can't," Brooke said. "I can't let you in."

"Why the fuck not!"

Brooke didn't want Harry to know something she was hiding. "I'm on my way back to town, Harry. I couldn't see your parents."

"Thank god," Harry sighed. "And why, what happened?"

"I'll explain when I see you," Brooke said. "We're about 20 minutes from town. I'll see you then."

"Don't you dare hang up on me again, babe-"

Brooke ended the call and sighed. "Sorry," she said under her breath.

Sasha glanced at her friend and frowned. She was seriously confused.

There was silence again until they drove back into town. It was getting dark and Brooke struggled to see properly. She was looking out of the side window, staring into the woods. "Sash, I-"

The car slammed to a stop and Brooke rolled her eyes. "Did you stall it again?" Brooke asked.

"Shit," Sasha swore and Brooke looked ahead and gasped when she saw a figure, illuminated by Sasha's headlights. "What the hell!" She yelled. "Get out of the way!"

"Um... Sash, shut up," Brooke muttered. The figure slowly walked towards the car and Brooke gasped. "Oh god. That's impossible. Drive, Sasha! Fucking run him over!"

"What! Brooke, are you insane!" Sasha gasped. "Wait... shit is that-"

"Yes, now drive!" Brooke yelled.

Sasha panicked and put the car in gear. "I thought he was dead!"

"He is!" Brooke exclaimed and she screamed when there was a loud bang and Sasha's car refused to move. "Sasha, drive!"

"I can't!" Sasha yelled and slammed her foot onto the accelerator. "Nothing's happening!"

"Oh, Jesus, Mary and Joseph," Brooke whispered and she slowly looked ahead of her. The figure was now directly in front of the car. He was holding up a gun, pointed directly at Brooke.

"Shit," Sasha swore. "Shit, I'm never driving you anywhere ever again, Brooke. Bad shit always happens."

"How is he alive? That's impossible. Harry killed him-"

"He what?" Sasha yelled.

"He's dead. It can't be him. It's just a... a lookalike!"

"Get out of the car, Brooke!" His voice was loud and clear and Brooke squeaked.

"It even sounds like him!" She whispered.

"Get. Out." He gestured with the gun and Brooke gasped.

"Your windows don't happen to be bullet proof, do they?" Brooke asked.

"I can't afford gas, let alone bullet proof windows," Sasha muttered.

"Get out, or I shoot your friend!" The gun was then pointed at Sasha and Brooke scrambled to open the door.

"B-Brooke-"

"Stay in the car, Sasha," Brooke said and unbuckled her seatbelt. She slowly got out of the car and closed the door behind her. Suddenly she was grabbed from behind and her arms were trapped behind her back.

Sasha yelled from inside the car and Brooke froze as something sharp was pressed against her neck. "W-what-"

"Don't make this any harder than it has to be," the person holding her said. She recognised the voice. It was he guy from behind the desk. The guy who attacked Ace at school. Brooke struggled in his grasp and he dug the knife into her neck. "Struggle and you bleed."

Brooke gasped as she was shoved forward. She was pulled to a stop less than two meters away from him.

"How is this possible?" Brooke said, her voice was shaky. "You're dead."

"Clearly not," he said.

"B-Ben," Brooke croaked. "What are you doing? What is this about?"

Ben smiled. It was sinister. Dark. He walked forwards and reached into Brooke's pocket as her phone started to ring. He smirked when he saw Harry's name flash on the screen. "Revenge."