I don't know how I managed to make it across the room to Rook without getting hit by a stray bullet, but now here I was with my back pressed tightly against him. My eyes quickly surveyed the hopeless scene before me.

Rook brought his lycan head down blocking my front. Who exactly was protecting who? My head pounded painfully against my temples. This whole situation had drastically gotten out of hand faster than my mind could comprehend.

My father and brother stood motionless before us, both of their eyes betraying confusion and hurt. All the other hunters within the premises had busted into the room when the bullets started flying, they stood on guard ready for my father's instructions.

"What is the meaning of this, Eve?"

My father's voice did not sound like his own. It was dark and menacing and I was afraid to answer him.

"I will not allow you to kill him." I said as tears began to pour down my face.

"Have you gone mad? He's a lycan. How can you stand there protecting him?"

I closed my eyes, desperately wishing I could be somewhere else and not here. Not stuck in this wretched situation between the one I loved and the father who had raised me.

"I love him." I whispered.

A huge weight was lifted off my shoulders at the admission, but my stomach sank at the same time. My father's eyes rounded in horror and disbelief and he cocked his pistol and aimed it at Rook's head.

Rook's warning growl rumbled throughout the room and every hunter in the room trembled at his might.

"What have you done to my daughter, you bastard? What kind of witchery is this?"

"Pops, please." I pleaded.

"Do not call me Pops, no lycan lover is a daughter of mine!" He yelled.

I knew those words were coming, but they stung like hell anyway. I swayed a little on my feet, his words of hatred and disownment nearly knocked me over.

"Will you at least allow me the opportunity to explain myself? In private?" I motioned towards the other hunters with my eyes.

Pops seemed to be considering my request, but to my surprise, it was Roary who stood up for me.

"It's Eve, Pops, at least give her a chance to speak her peace."

My father nodded his head once and yelled for everyone to leave the room. Rook shifted back into his human form and stood off in the shadows.

"Disgusting creature." I heard my father say under his breath as he took a seat on the couch.

"I'm not going to sit here and justify myself to you, you're not going to listen to anything I have to say anyway. Instead, I'm going to tell you the reason why we are here." I started, but was quickly interrupted by my father's outburst.

"You are going to tell me how this lycan dog tricked you into believing you are in love with him. How can you be so foolish? Can't you see he has used you? He's obviously been tracking us to avenge the death of his brother and he has used you to get to us!"

A seed of doubt had been planted in my mind. Rook had said before he changed that my father and brother had murdered his brother. Was it possible that he had used me just like my father had said.

I turned hurt filled eyes towards Rook. He looked me over once and then glanced back towards my father without so much as a denial.

"You see, he does not even deny it?" My father voiced what I had been thinking.

"There's no need for me to respond to such idiocy. Eve knows how I feel about her and if I had wanted you dead, I would have tracked you down years ago and killed you. I would not need to trick a woman to get the job done either." Rook growled and my father gritted his teeth in anger.

Rook's words were like a balm to my heart. He spoke the truth, I had seen what he could do. If he had truly wanted them dead I had little doubt that he could have accomplished the feat without me.

"Then why haven't you done so until now?" My father pressed the subject.

"Because I'm not a monster, not like you. I don't kill unless provoked, not even for revenge."

"Enough." I said pressing my fingers to my pounding temples.

"Like I said, we are here for a bit more urgent matter. There is a hoard of at least a thousand werewolves threatening all of humanity and the only thing standing in between them and civilization are the lycan packs."

I paused as my brother's mouth fell open and my father's eyes shown with disbelief.

"The werewolves are too great in number for the lycans to handle on their own, we need the hunters help to end them before they are able to spread their terror any further."

"You expect us to fight along side of the lycans?" My father's voice rose and he gained his feet. Rook took an intimidating step towards my father.

"Have you so quickly forgotten that these devils killed your mother?" My father began to shake with fury.

"I will never be able to forget that, it is burned into my memory for all eternity." I said as my own hands began to shake with anger.

"And you killed my brother, it seems to me that there is wickedness in all creatures." Rook said from behind me.

"He deserved to die!" My father yelled, spittle flying from his mouth as he lost control.

"He was an innocent young pup! He had nothing to do with the death of your wife." Rook's growl shook me to my core as he took another meaning step towards my father.

"Enough!" I yelled again and shot to my feet. My anger and frustration had reached its limit.

I felt a pulse of power leave me and I watched in horror as a force of energy left my body and leveled everything in the room, including the males that were standing there. I looked around as my farther, brother and Rook were knocked from their feet.

I blinked a few times, my eyes not believing what had just happened? What was that? I glanced down at my hands in disbelief as Rook, Roary and my father stood back up. I looked at Rook who was looking at me with concern and then to my father.

I startled and Rook jumped in front of me as one of the doors to the living room burst open. I was in awe when my grandfather walked in.

"I think I need a moment with my granddaughter." He spoke softly and reached his hand out to me.

"I thought you were dead." I looked at him like he was a ghost.

"Not hardly." He smiled and wiggled his withered hands at me, urging me to take his hand.

"There is much we need to discuss and alone." My grandfather's eyes looked at Rook and then to my father.

I finally took his hand and he pulled me towards the door.

"You intend to leave the two of them alone in here? They are liable to kill each other." Roary said as I stopped in the doorway.

I was so angry with both of them at this point I really didn't care.

"Good, maybe they will save me the trouble." I answered and followed my grandfather outside.