CHAPTER ONE (1)

Yes, I am chaos

And, I can drive you crazy

But, I'm also passionate,

Love you till death. 

Oh, I am trouble, 

And I can make you lose your mind, 

But, I am also brave, 

Will never walk away.

Yeah, I am difficult, 

And I can make you mad like crazy, 

But, I am also fun,

Can make you laugh. 

Fear is not real,

Fear is simply the product of your thoughts, 

The fears we don't face becomes our limit,

But,

The danger is real, fear is a choice!!

If you can't fight for what you want, don't cry for what you lost. 

*****

(Five Years Earlier)

"It's a boy!" 

The bawls of a bambino were ascertained across the cabin and the vant of the accoucheuse could be heard as she wrapped the infant in blankets. "It's a callant!" She continued to cry out, her hands shuddered and trembled as she held the child securely, but she jerked, bolted as the sound of roaring ballistic, rankled thunder reached her ears.

With shaky legs, she went towards the little window, connecting to the outside, and peeked out but gasped out loud as the blue clear sky disappeared instantly, replaced by complete darkness.

It was like there was never a sun while thunders graced and blessed the sky, followed by screams of the terrified people.

The Midwife fearfully stepped backward as the thunder struck the houses, immediately setting them on fire.

Her pupils grew wider with every passing second while her heart increased its pace as it pound painfully beneath her chest while the cries of agony and running footsteps from the outside continued.

Slowly, her gaze went down to the baby in her life and the life in her almost flee out when the infant's eyes glowed reddishly.

Color had been never seen on any Alpha since centuries ago.

As if struck, her entire being shook with a force while harsh breathings left her lips, slowly she turned her head to the little bed where the mother laid, barely conscious from tiredness.

"A curse!" The Midwife squealed loudly, gasping for breaths as if the air in her lungs was being sucked out while the veins on her forehead because visible. "The child is a curse!!!" She shouted, her gaze going back to the baby, she stared at it disgusted, fear and horror-struck.

The mother's eyes fluttered,  the bearing of her child draining her energy, her whole body ached, pinched painfully, she nearly cried out in agony as she tried to sit upright but failed miserably, she slowly reached her hand out for her child. "No!" She voiced. "He's just a baby!" She pleaded while other rounds of thunder roared even louder if possible, also followed by a deafening scream from the other woman.

Soon, an equally angry storm started.

"The child needs to be killed, or he will kill us all!!" The midwife went on as she began searching on her lockers for a dagger.

NO!" The mother screamed, her eyes flashing a deep bright gold.

A witch!

The midwife's eyes popped out like they wanted to fall out from their sockets, her body became numb, limp as she fell on her knees, her shaking hands still holding the baby.

The mother wailed in pain as she forcefully lift herself from the bed, her legs slowly touched the floor and she painfully stood up.

With each step she took, an agonizing pain shot through her, throbs and aches owned her body.

She gripped her blood-stained dress, taking baby steps towards the Midwife. She caged her pale lips between her teeth but her eyes glowed with unbearable pain.

She finally came to stand before the trembling woman, immediately snatching her baby from her arms, holding him securely into her warm embrace while the infant cries immediately died down, shifting and scent the warmness that only a mother could provide.

The mother slowly gazed down at her baby, her little ball of delight, her brightness star. 

To be continued...!