It's been two days since I last saw Emmett. I was interrupted by my Dad who came to do his regular checking up.Today, we went on an evening hangout in the city's park, fifty blocks away from our house. Dad and Miss B were both off work. I wasn't sure if they both took leaves from their never-ending jobs to come to hang out with me or to have a little family bonding.It was Miss B who had arranged this whole gathering, it would be bad if she wasn't appreciative of the efforts she had put here.The nightlife, everything wasn't just inviting. How badly I want to go home and wallow in my bed or pass the time talking to someone.A vicious someone.She had brought with her cupcake, which Morris shovelled the cupcakes down like a starved raccoon, the cheesecakes which were made personally just for me.My belly had refused access to any solid, that's why I sat in my wheelchair, sucking on my smoothie. The straw was so tight it made me suck the content vehemently.I peered up to take in my en
I wasn't okay with the way I looked, I have always invested more time grooming myself as I was someone to be looked up to at the Park. A superior being like me should keep a good appearance to harness supernatural powers. I didn't have to stare at my reflection in the mirror to know that I looked untidy. My hair was wild, and my beard was unshaven. That's why I roamed this city, looking at how I could fix myself up and then probably do some shopping for myself.I needed clothes, good-fitted clothes.It could easily pull that off, I took some money from a random bloke I saw walking by the roadside.Mind you, I didn't get violent with him. These humans don't hesitate to put their kinds in chains and put keep them in captivity for the littlest default. I do not want to cause a scene and make blood flow down the streets of New York because they wouldn't dare to lay a hand on me.But I've got to blend in with them for a while.I simply dipped my hands into his back pocket.I didn't steal
“I'm fine Dad, seriously.” I pinched down at the bridge of my nose as I held my phone to my ear.“I know you're fine, but I also know how careless you could be about your health. Make sure you do not miss your therapy sessions, okay hon?” My Dad spoke softly through the phone.“I drew out a long breath. “Okay, Dad.”My Dad had just left to work in another side of the country two days earlier, he didn't specifically tell me exactly where. Ever since he left, he had been on and on with the checkups every few hours. I wasn't exaggerating on this one.“I got back from the therapy,” I added.“Alright hon, I love you so, so much. I can't afford to let you die out on me, I believe you would grow old to bury your Dad when he's old and grey. The first step to living that long is to improve your health by following these therapies. Who knows, maybe things will turn out better in a short time.” He spoke with clarity.His words flooded my mind with those killer thoughts, but I pushed them down a
I was expecting that question but I didn't think she would ask in this mood.For once in my whole existence, I have never stuttered and now I feel myself looking for my words to calm down her raging nerves.“I...I took it from a man on the road.” I said stiffly.She's gonna look past that statement and find the deeper meaning.It was true. What I'd just told her was the truth, almost.“How did you take it, Emmett?”Rose asked more intently.“Please.” She added, almost like she never wanted to.“That shouldn't bother you in any sort, I was handling my own business since you didn't offer to help me out.”“You never asked…and how did you expect me to help?” She asked, pointing to what she sat on.“Exactly.” At least she stated the obvious.“I have to come clean with her even if it will cost me a migraine regarding the way I would probably get scolded.Luckily, I wasn't completely human, I could escape that migraine part.“I took it from his back pocket.” I took my eyes off hers; she was a
“You know I do not appreciate being touched in that manner,” I said through my flushed face, the redness of my face was indisputable.An affirmative hum falls from somewhere in the throat after recovering from his laughter. “But you didn't resist the touch.”I wanted to. I badly wanted to but I didn't.He brought both his hands up to my thighs, his large palms rubbing my thin thighs in a circular motion. I managed to stop myself from slapping his hands off where he'd kept him. I do not know what he would do next. He had been managing to control his anger whenever I talked badly to him. I see little flames stir up and settle slowly in his eyes “Take your hands off me,” I repeated, almost begging. His palms against his thighs were doing strange uninviting things to me. If there wasn't a fabric separating his palms from my bare thighs, he would have surely seen the effects of his touch, goosebumps.The worst was when he got so close; his warm, minty breath skimmed on my face as he spoke
I kept the few clothes I had bought with my money in Rosey's closet. She was instructed and did the rearrangements. I'm gradually blending in with the humans, on my outer appearance. I'm trying hard to keep up with their clothes. The ones I wore, Rose's father's vest and a pair of shorts and a flat carriage they called slippers; they were quite more comfortable than the ones I had bought. My new pair of shoes were heavy to walk with and they made loud noises with each step. Was this what was in vogue? Rose is against me not wearing any clothes; she has always talked me down on it but I knew that was all an act saying as to how she ogled at my chest each time I undressed. Before I started making myself visible to her, I walked naked; no mortal eyes could see me, and I just wouldn't mind Rosey taking in my pure form; I like being rewarded with her bothered expression. There were so many layers of material on my bare skin, and sometimes it felt itchy. It was going to be the ha
The upper half of my body was going numb; the effects of the medicine had hit once again. My eyes felt like they would burst out of their socket, I felt heat from the pit of my stomach bubbling onto the surface.I wanted out, I needed out.I needed to get back home and become one with my bedsheets; maybe if I got home, the weakness I felt throughout my body would wear off. They don't take long to wear off these days.Through the short car ride back home, I was quiet. Miss B said a few things to get me to talk to her, but I snubbed her; I faced sideways, staring at the buildings that passed with speed through the window. Like, she was a damn hematologist, I'm sure she could fucking understand my mood right now.Why does she have to make me feel bad for not talking to her? I would apologize to her later; we wouldn't get it right till I'd apologized, I couldn't do anything on my own without her, even take my bath.We got home after a few minutes; the serenity of my home was already welco
I thought it would be easy, it almost was. I was able to get my towel that was hung beside her closet. I wrapped it around my waist, and I didn't get the chance to dry my body.Why was she looking so disturbed? She did well at covering up for me, but that was what was best for her. If she had to tell her aunt about me, she would be attending two therapy sessions, one involving psychotherapy.I drew out of my invisibility, standing in front of her.For the first time in a long time I could remember, I saw myself wanting to apologise, owning up to my misdeeds.I did that just so I couldn't see those tears; I liked seeing them, though, but now. Not when I didn't prepare for it.I thought she would bellow at me with rage.I lowered myself so we could be on the same eye level, dropping to my knees right in front of her.What I never thought I would be doing, “I'm sorry.” That was all I said in a quiet tune.She sniffled and brought her eyes to meet mine. “She almost found out about you;
On the cliff that stood parallel to the only sea in Claw City Park, the same cliff which my blood spilled was where we sat looking out towards the sea. It was infinitely beautiful, the clear blue meeting the blue rippling sea on the horizon.Before now, I’ve never been close to enjoying a sea view. This was all I dreamt of, listening to the mesmerising sounds of the gentle waves of the sea with my dream guy. I had that dream coming true, all that it wasn't exactly as I had planned it to be. You make choices and life filters what it thinks is best for you. I wanted my dream guy, handsome, strong with a wholesome gentility. Emmett was all that except he was not gentle, he wasn't even close to being gentle, he could always act but he never was.I looked from the sea to the side view of his face, he was lost in the view of the sea. His hair on his head had grown longer than it had been a few months ago. I guess he never cared about his looks when he was hell bent on avenging his death, “
“Each time the men from her lineage tried to break the spell, the urn was adamant. but each time the women tried, there was a bit of hope. We usually experience the urn lit up, the words on the urn glowed white but after some seconds, the light dies out. So we left it in the hands of the women from her lineage to give it a try. My great grandmother tried. My grandmom. My mom. And so did my wife. Until Rose did.” I want to go on my knees to plead once more to spare the lives of my people that were also his creations, the same people who had casted I and my family to suffer for the wrongs of my foremother but I was held in the shoulder by our ancient WolfLord, “Stand,” He said to me, then turned to the man in black cloak. He extended his hands out, I heard the bones of the man lying on the ground crunch. “I'll let you live. You and your people." He looked over to the dead bodies, "Peace to your fallen soldiers.” He said in a low tone. He turned to me as he made his way towards the
“Few things about your martyr were erased from history. My forefather, the Alpha of your time was the one who ordered you killed, so the real history was passed down to me. He was known to be the only Alpha who was able to conquer you, but in his doings, he did not completely erase you. He couldn't at all. A prophecy was made that era that in another lifetime, a descendant of your lover’s bloodline shall be the one to free you.” Lucan rose up to his feet slowly, wincing with pains as he did. He pointed to Rose, “Emmett, this is the person you seek for, the one who by fate broke the spell on your ashes."Rose stared between I and the crazy Alpha, “You lie," I blurted, "She's human or was human until I turned her.” Few howlers mumbled.“Who was the first person you saw when you emerged from your ashes?” Lucan asked, There was no way he was going to deceive me into thinking Rose was the one. It was clear she was human, her family, all were humans. “This young lady was human, I turne
Over a hundred acres of land was in flames, burning hot. This wasn't the adventure I envisioned. I was told to be in here, that he would sense when I was in danger and come to me, that mind link thing he spoke of. But the person who promised me safety was nowhere seen. I kicked in on survival instinct. I feared the fire might get caught up with the wood his home was made of, burning everything to the ground. Scouring through the burning forest, I followed the path where the fire was less. There were a lot of things I was understanding about my new form. One of which was that I could pick up the scents. Down to the scent of pollinated flowers, I could perceive all. So I used that to my advantage, I walked through the burning bushes on their free path, my head bent upwards as I tried sniffing in the scent of my roommate…I can't believe I still referred him to that, my brain wasn't willing to let go of his presence in my fucked up life. I filtered the choking smell of smoke, my eyes we
“Emmett, we know your story. We're aware of what transpired between you, your ex lover and the Alpha of your time, but I'll have you know that this Park has grown so big. We've grown greatly in numbers, making it difficult for us to distinguish who from who. The bloodline of Kayla, your ex lover, was never heard of after the whole thing with your mythr happened.”I looked at Lucan from where he sat proudly on his throne, the urge to fling him over so reigned in my mind but I withheld it, “It's a sad thing that this generation of wolves lacks wisdom but I want to believe that they are still werewolves gifted with the ability to track down my murderer. I ask only one simple thing, which is to bring the last bloodline of my murder to justice.”“Emmett, if you can just give us a little time, we…”Swiftly, I pulled him out his throne, suspending him in a good height mid air. This was to show him and the rest of his pathetic throne members that I was damn serious. There were mumbling amongs
“Pick up the damn phone, Arthur.” I had broken the barstool at which my hand held onto to help ease my tension, my wolf itched for outlet. I never guessed a day I would be happy and scared to my bones for my niece.Happy because out of the women from our forefathers, she had been chosen. Chosen to bring change. Chosen to let us free.I was sad because she knows half or nothing about where she came from. She's unaware of the line of family she came from. A young naive woman born of a bloodline of the rogue family. And now, on the course of being chosen to free the ancient one she had gone missing with apparently, the ancient one himself. It's how he was able to move her out of the house I found surprising. With no idea where she would be in Claw City Park or What's doing in a place where she was different from the rest of the inhabitants there–a lesser kind of difference, the whole thing scared me to my bones. The only thought that crawled into my head when my son told me of the littl
I felt a strong hold on my hands and feet, my eyes sprang open. My blurry vision settled after I struggled with squinting my eyes from the rays of sun that creeped through the window. Peering down at my feet, I was tied in a huge chain. Same with my hands. In a strange and empty old model bedroom. The last thing I remembered was feeling my organs shut down and the hazy words of Emmett calling me out of my unconsciousness. I remembered my body going completely numb. Where am I? “Emmett?” I managed to call out, feeling the raspiness of my throat. I tried to free myself from the strong chains, the clattering noise echoed in the room. Each time I pulled on the chains, it got tighter. On the contrary, I stopped struggling. Waiting for my captor or whoever is responsible for keeping me in this position to come kill me. I thought Emmett made a promise to protect me. Now, here I was, in a strange place with my hands on my feet tied up. I heard the sounds of heavy footstep
I felt a strong hold on my hands and feet, my eyes sprang open. My blurry vision settled after I struggled with squinting my eyes from the rays of sun that creeped through the window. Peering down at my feet, I was tied in a huge chain. Same with my hands. In a strange and empty old model bedroom. The last thing I remembered was feeling my organs shut down and the hazy words of Emmett calling me out of my unconsciousness. I remembered my body going completely numb. Where am I? “Emmett?” I managed to call out, feeling the raspiness of my throat. I tried to free myself from the strong chains, the clattering noise echoed in the room. Each time I pulled on the chains, it got tighter. On the contrary, I stopped struggling. Waiting for my captor or whoever is responsible for keeping me in this position to come kill me. I thought Emmett made a promise to protect me. Now, here I was, in a strange place with my hands on my feet tied up. I heard the sounds of heavy footstep
The dawn of morning after a heavy rainstorm from the previous night was always cool and calm. It's like the rain came to stabilise the balance of the atmosphere after not falling for a week. According to the meteorologist on the radio, there's gonna be a clear sky today.I looked over to see Morris sleeping form, mouth leaving trails of spit. “Drooling monkey,” I said under my breath. He cooed in response like he heard me.Five minutes and I was done with the shower, so I dressed quickly. I went over to where Morris slept like a dead log of wood. “Morris, get your tiny ass out of that bed right now!” I called out immediately as I was dressing up. There's no time for acting sweet and loving, I'm late for work already. Courtesy of the rain.At the first call Morris remained sleeping, he did a few turns, mumbling something unintelligent to himself.“Morris!”“Morris Clifford!”He flicked from his lying position, his eyes red from sleep darted around, “I'm up, I'm up.” His breath rasped