"So, was Paul telling the truth then? His warning about me being watched?" I asked suddenly after a moment of silence between us. Thinking about how Paul acted and warned me about something trying to claim me. Then, he happened to shoot Trevor with a silver bullet, the only thing he couldn't heal himself quickly from.
Trevor seemed stunned by question and seemed to give it some thought. He rested his arms on the table in front of us, leaning against it as he looked at a painting on the wall.
"Well," he sighed. "Paul....knows of our kind. It's hard to explain, I guess." He paused his eyes, looking back to me. "There is a group of humans who know our existence. They are able to track us, scent us, and know how to attack our weaknesses. We don't know how they have all of this information,
