When the secret door opened, Gabriel could feel the scent of wolfsbane straight away. He grimaced instinctively, dare not go too close. If he would shift into his wolf-form, it would surely be painful. [i]"What... Is this room?"[/i] he asked, but he already knew the answer. Inside, surely he would find more horrors than just wolfsbane...
[i]"Your father wasn't crazy. As much as this revelation horrifies me, he didn't train you to become mad. Because he himself wasn't."[/i] Gabriel said, following Vanessa slowly into the room. [i]"The truth is... He was right all along. I don't know about vampires, but... Werewolves are quite real."[/i]
He paused for a moment.
[i]"[b]I[/b] am quite real."[/i]
He stopped behind her, not daring go too far into the secret room.
[i]"We're not just bums, Vanessa. There's a reason I call them 'pack' and not 'gang'. There's a reason we share a connection, you and I."[/i] he said, and he wasn't sure how to tell her the truth straight out. He was a werewolf. He had been the death of her family. And here he was, accepting her kindness and hostpitality after robbing her of everything.
[i]"The marks you bear... The pain you carry of the loss of your family... I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry..."[/i]
He didn't know what to say next.