I don't respond to that and just wait for him to start talking, start explaining. I don't think he is gonna let me run away so listening to him is my only option.

He looks around the room still walking at a slow pace and finally starts talking.

"There are several supernaturals, werewolves, vampires, witches, and warlocks. There are more I haven't met yet. The different types of supernaturals don't like each other. As long as we stay away from each other, there is no problem. One thing we all have in common is our hatred towards humans." I look at him feeling my heart beat hard against my chest. I never expacted him to say that or feel that way.

He slowly walks around the room, his hand behind his back. He is now opposed to me looking at the wall with weapons while he is talking. 

"Magical beings are evil, that's in our nature. Humans are our natural enemies, our victims." Now he looks at me with cold eyes. 

Victims, the murdered people, are they their victims? I feel my stomach twist and look away. 

That's Jason, I know him. He won't hurt me.

He looks away again and continues his story. "Then some rules came made by a powerful family from Italy. Mankind and supernaturals should be able to live together in peace. Since there are far fewer magical creatures than humans, they came to the conclusion that the magical creatures must adapt to humans as much as possible and should not attack them. Most of us agreed with that rule. As long as we do not attack humans and show our true selfs, they won't attack us either."

I listen and am still in exactly the same place as when Jason entered the room. 

"It has always been this way. When humans find out about our exsistans they attack us. Even if we didn't do anything, even if we aren't even thinking about hurting them. They don't get us so they see us as a threat. The witch hunts, the murders, the experiments, the mistreatments humans aren't as good as they show themselves to be. Many of the supernatural can't stand that and can't follow the rules." With that last sentence, he looks at the board behind me. 

"We and many other wolves do follow the rule, we want everyone to live in peace with each other. When magical beings have violated the rules and that concludes into letting the humans know we exist, we try to stop that. So that we protect all the magical creatures and humans."

He is now in front of the first board and looks at the photos of the victims. 

"We always say that we will never just take someone's life, human or supernatural. This is our territory and we must protect the people here. These people were killed by werewolves but not by us." He now looks in my eyes for a longer time, this are his eyes, his soft eyes. He looks to see if I believe him. I stand still and look at the board not giving anything away about how I feel right now. 

"Why did they suddenly kill so many people?" My eyes go over the photos of the wounds and I feel sicker than I already did, I quickly look away. 

"We think it's just one wolf. This happens more often, packs that kill people, travel around the world, looking for something or someone." He points to Niek's photo. "This man was a forest ranger, he must have seen a wolf, that was a reason for the wolves to kill him." Then he points to 2 other people. "These were two scientists who did research on mutated DNA, they had found mutated DNA somewhere, probably DNA from a magical creature, they would reveal their information to the whole world. Again, someone put a stop to it and killed them and destroys their investigation." His eyes now go to the bottom photos.
"These teenagers had probably seen a monster in the woods. They should not have been killed at all, none of these people. Those teenagers were drunk nobody believed them, they would have forgotten it in the morning. That's how all these people have their story, they all knew it even though they might not even understand it. They were killed for no reason." He runs his head over his head. I walk to an empty board with the word suspects on it. No pictures, just words. 

6 foot 3, werewolf, Alpha, black hair, lives nearby and a lot of other words.

"So you deal with all the crimes that take place in your territory?'' I ask but don't answer his eyes. 

"In this city, yes, we help the police, but of course we have to remain anonymous." 

"How can you remain anonymous if you probably have better and more research and results than the police themselves?" 

"We send envelopes with evidence or hints to the police station. And of course, we are only concerned with important things, not theft in a shop. We have always done this, but since we were attacked ourselves we have realized what we should help stop letting innocent people get killed." He explains.

 Innocent people, just like his mother. 

How do I know he speaks the truth? I want to believe him, I really do and the biggest part of me does. But there is just a teeny tiny part of me who says to watch out. That tiny part of me who distrusts everyone and thing. 

He is looking at me now, "Cira, we have nothing to do with this." His face expression finally changed. 

I remain silent and look at him. Then to the board. He can have a made-up story like that. 

My eyes go past the photos again and hang on the empty spot. 

"Where is the information from Anaya?" 

He looks at the table below us. "Here," then he looks at me again. "I don't think you want to see them." 

I stand still, but then change my mind. I want to know what information they already have. Jason watches me when I stand across him on the other side of the table. The whole table is full of photos and papers with text. Police reports, doctors' statements, all kinds of documents.

I read the papers written by hand. The names of the people who were there, DNA of people who touched her, for example, Jade who touched her wrist, all the times she called and texted. The route she walked. I walk around the table and see even more notes. The places of the wounds, the different footprints and the estimated lengths of the killers. How do they know all this?

He opens his mouth again to say something and walks around the table. When he comes closer I look at him and take a step back. He immediately stands still and looks at me, a little shocked and pain shoots over his face because of my reaction. 

"Cira, I really have nothing to do with this. Why else should we investigate this? I would never do this. I will never want to be like those monsters who attacked us. You have to believe me," It comes out as a plea. 

"Why do you have so many weapons?" 

"The non-wolves must also be able to defend themselves. All of us, we can't show what we are in public so no werewolf strength just human strength," he explains keeping his eyes on me.

I nod and look around me "Yes we are coming," says Jason. I look around and see him looking at me. He spoke in his head. 

We should go, we can't be late with the rings. 

"Come, let's go," I say and walk around the table. 

He doesn't move and stairs at me. But than joins me walking along with me. When we return to the room I remember why I was here in the first place.

"I didn't find the USB stick yet." 

He nods and looks around, walks to the cupboard and takes the USB stick from the top. He looks at me and smiles carefully. I look at him but my face does not allow me to smile back. 

We walk to the car in silence are get in. I look straight out of the window and think.  

His reaction to Anaya's murder can't be acted? But why didn't he just tell me? Why did he say it's a place I shouldn't be? I look at him through the mirror. He seems deep in thought, and...nervous. 

He is not talking to the others, otherwise, I would have heard that. 

"I decided not to get too close to you from the beginning. When I saw you at the school tour, I knew from that moment that it would be difficult. I knew from the reaction when you saw me, that you already knew who I was so it was hard to stay invisible. That was the first thing they weren't happy about. My family did not allow me to get to close to you. The plan was to just observe you. 
Then you fell at the gym and I started talking to you and I already told you too much the first time we talked and I almost changed the next day. I couldn't stop myself from getting close to you.''  He sounds serious and looks at the road while driving through the woods. I now look at him.

''The day you fell, I had a hard time when I got home. I talked to you and told you thinks I should have never told you. When I wanted to keep my distance again I didn't succeed which irritated me, but when you got mad at me it made it much easier. It was no longer up to me to decide whether or not we talked. You told me to back off so I did.'' he smiles a little still looking at the road.''Well, I always kept my eyes on you, but just not as obvious as I did before. I already knew that we would talk again soon." 

He still doesn't look at me. 

"I knew this was not the plan. You know what I am, you know why I am here, I explained everything you asked,  I started to like you, I got reckless, I didn't tell my family the truth." He looks at me for a moment and then again back to the road. 

"I have done everything against their rules. I knew what you are for a long time even before we first spoke, and didn't tell anyone. Why would I tell anyone? As long as no one knows,  no one will hurt you.'' He sounds genuine.

I look down know. He protects me, he even did before we got to know each other. 

''At first, when I told them that I did get closer to you, talked to you, explained what I am, and hang out with you they got angry. Of course, they did, they gave me rules and I broke them all.
I have no idea why they allow it now, why they are cool with it. Maybe because of Jake and Valentina who liked you.'' We get back, he parks the car and turns off in engine before turning to me. He looks me in the eyes locking our eyes. He stars at me like he wants to remember every detail of my face.

 ''But this, the basement, what we do is a secret of all of us, not just mine. I couldn't tell you, it wasn't just up to me. I'm so, so happy they like you, and I don't want to ruin that by telling you our secret.  I don't know how to convince you. I'm not the bad guy, you can trust me, and nothing changed..." He begs me with his eyes to tell him that it's OK and that nothing changed.

I believe him and I wanna tell him but my mouth doesn't let me. When I'm silent I see his face change, his looks hurt, pain and sadness in his eyes while he scans my face, waiting for me to say something. 

''Please Cira... you know me, you know I'm not like that. Please tell me you know, tell me you trust me and nothing changed.'' He begs me his breaks at the end, breaking my heart to see him like this.

''I know you are not like that, I trust you with all my heart and the way I felt about you didn't change.'' while I speak the words I grab his hand. How could I not trust him, he is Jason, my Jason.

He closes his eyes, leans back in his seat and breaths out. 

We both look forward, he grasps my hand firmly and gives a kiss on the back of my hand. He is smiling in relief. 

The fact that I may be thinking differently about him stressed him out so much. He freaked out at the thought of me not trusting him. 

How could I ever not be close to him again? Distancing myself from him is not an option anymore. He is too important to me, he makes me smile, feel save, I know that he is always there for me and will never judge me.

I pull our hands to me and kiss the back of his hand leaving our hands on my lab.

A/N

3 more chaptersssss

I'm so excited and sad that the story comes to an end.

What do you think about the basement?

Would you have walked the stairs down or just leave it? (I would leave it)

What do you think about that situation?