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grudgingly settling into the restorative cadence that kept him alive.
    A strange silence settled between them. There wasn’t tension, really, or camaraderie. That was impossible after all they had gone through. Instead, it was as if going through the things they were experiencing beneath Dr. Kamala’s hand put them on a level playing field. Alex wasn’t sure how he felt about that.
    After a few minutes of silence, he asked a question that had been bothering him. “How did your mom die?”
    The question hung in the air, thick and tangible as though the words were made of smoke that refused to dissipate.
    “I told you werewolves killed her,” Drogan said finally.
    “But why?” Alex replied. He opened his eyes to look at the Alpha. “It doesn’t make sense.”
    Drogan’s eyes narrowed. “It’s pretty easy to understand,” he said with a tone that reminded Alex that the hatred was still very much there. “I was four years old. Dad’s brothers were trying to help rehabilitate some werewolves, they got out and tore my mother apart in front of me. What doesn’t make sense about that?” he spat, glaring at the wall across from him.
    Alex was quiet for a few minutes before he said, “You’re a werewolf.”
    “Brilliant deduction, Sherlock,” Drogan said, throwing his words back at him.
    Alex thought as he spoke aloud. “Hear me out. If you’re a werewolf, you got the genes from someone, and we both know it wasn’t your father.” He ignored Drogan’s glare that threatened death and continued, “So your mother must have been the werewolf. If that’s the case, why did the other werewolves attack her? It doesn’t make any sense. Unless...”
    “If you make me ask ‘Unless what’, I’m going to kill you,” Drogan growled.
    Alex spoke the thought he knew would anger the Alpha even further. “Unless our father was setting you up for a lifetime of hatred of werewolves.”
    Drogan pushed up to his knees, anger twisting his face.
    Alex held up a hand in an attempt to buy himself more time. “Hear me out. We both know the General wouldn’t hesitate to stoop to such levels if he was afraid his son would turn out to be a werewolf. What better way to keep the beast at bay than to instill such a hatred of werewolves that the instincts would die completely?”
    Drogan rose and crossed the cage, towering over Alex. “Are you suggesting that my father had my mother killed as a setup?”
    “He left mine to die in a gutter,” Alex pointed out.
    Drogan’s mismatched eyes narrowed in rage. “He loved my mom. He loved her!” the werewolf shouted.
    “Mine, too,” Alex replied quietly.
    Drogan grabbed him by the throat and slammed him against the side of the cage. Alex grabbed his hand, trying to pry his fingers away.
    “You know I’m right,” he spoke through his tight throat. “It makes sense. You phased after your dad died. Your sorrow at losing him was stronger than your hatred of our race.”
    “You’re the one that killed him,” Drogan shouted. “He would be here if it wasn’t for you.”
    Footsteps thundered down the hallway.
    Alex kneed Drogan in the stomach. “The same goes for my parents,” he said when the werewolf dropped him.
    “They weren’t your parents,” Drogan pointed out, circling.
    The doors flew open behind them.
    “They were my parents,” Alex shouted. He dove at Drogan, grabbing him by the knees and tackling him to the ground. He grabbed the Alpha by the throat. “They raised us with love, something you know nothing about. The General used my mother and threw her away, just like he did to your mom.”
    Drogan chopped his arms and rolled, throwing Alex onto his back. He punched at Alex’s face. Alex blocked the blows with his forearms.
    “You know I’m right,” Alex realized with a start. He grunted when a punch hit home. “You knew when you phased for the first time.”
    “You’re wrong,” Drogan replied, but his tone carried panic as though Alex’s guess hit too