My life with my niece has been a total endless cycle of pain. It was like we, her family members, sat in a cinema to watch her through the projector screen and how she went through an endless, slow, burning pain, and all we could do was stare, taking in the way she fell to the earth and rose again. It felt like we'd subscribe to an endless view of her being a sad child. When I think the chapters of Rose's book are almost drawing to a finish and coming to an end, the archenemy to my happiness; pain, keeps writing a new one. She doesn't deserve this, this poor girl doesn't deserve this. I and Arthur do not deserve this, nor Morris; I knew deep down he wished for a stronger sister. A sister he could always meet for cuddles whenever he needed one because he knew he's gonna get it anytime he wanted. Yes, I saw it in his eyes each time he looked at Rose or tried to put her in a happy mood. I signed the documents for her blood transfusion with so much thought running through my muddled
I would have thought of a better way to show Emmett but there wasn't. If he was a mere human like I was or appeared as a handsome friend that I had and my parents also knew. I would have wowed him with my newness, let's say he came to visit or something that occurred in reality. He must have already known that by now, so let's just leave it as is; I wasn't sure if he would share the same happiness that I had for myself. So when Miss B was done bathing me, for the last time that she said it would be, I left to my room. I would say I got more used to her bathing than I thought I wouldn't; at first, it felt awkward till I was the one screaming her name impatiently from my bedroom. Anyways, yeah. That was that. I pulled the door to the bathroom close while I walked into my bedroom. Miss B had left there before I got out of the bathtub, she'd told me I should get dressed before she got back from dropping Morris at school My bedroom was empty. I took in the view of my bedroom, and t
“M.. miss B.” I watched from Rose's bed where I lay, my smile, so wide from the look she had on her face.“What are you doing? You seem lost, Rose.” Her aunt said as she strolled from the door to Rose's side.“Me? I...” Rose let out a humorless laugh while she walked up to her closet. “I was reminiscing on some of my childhood memories, nothing to bother about Miss B.”Her back stiffened as she opened up her closet. Why?Were my items visible? I remembered keeping them hidden.“What's the matter? Why the sudden pause?” Her aunt asked, watching her closely.I should have told Rose earlier when she still had her eyes closed, that I heard her aunt approaching. She would have prepared for her intrusion beforehand, but now she's filled with uneasiness that I made her look and behave absurdly. It's my fault.“Nothing, I'll just pick up a dress and go to the bathroom to put it on.” She said hesitantly, shutting the closet close as she strides to the bathroom with her clothes. Her aunt fol
The medicine flowed quickly into my blood with one push, my nurse got the needle out of my muscles in a slow pull, replacing the injected area with a small piece of cotton wool and a small bandage to seal it up. “You’ll wait for a little while, okay?” “Yes, nurse,” I replied.“I'll be back shortly.” And with that, She left through the panel door of the therapy ward. The room was quiet for a second, not that there was ever a noisy day. I sat amongst other people receiving therapies as well, most of them were older people. I was the youngest ever to be diagnosed with leukemia, just as Dr. Myron had said, whether he thought that speech could help my immune system fight this cancer at its late stage, I do not know.I looked around to see my fellow patients. Not all were older, per se, but because their cancer had advanced, so, now, ten to twenty years had been added to their physical appearance.Miss B sat beside me in total silence, staring straight into the unknown. I squeezed our tan
"Where did you get the money, Emmett?” Worry mixed with a hint of annoyance crossed her face as she walked up to me. “Relax. I didn't get it through the wrong means.” She loosened up her tight face, going over to sit on the edge of her bed. “So what have you got in those fancy bags you flung on my bed?” A small smile curled up on her lips.I would prefer to see that.“I got what I think you would like, love, in fact.”She chuckled. “How would you know what women in this era like when you're ancient?”“There's not much difference between women of my time and yours; you all love glistering material possessions.”“Hmm, well let me have a look. I bet you'll have a good taste.” She leaned into the bed, still in a sitting position.My wolf jumped with eagerness to get her review of the gift; I pulled it out from the bag; it was wrapped in a transparent bag. Her eyes zeroed in on it when I dropped it on her lap, and her countenance changed.My smile dropped from my face on seeing Rose roar
I left Harvey with the promise that I'd resume my duties in three days.There's a shit load of work waiting for me to attend to; Harvey and I have got so much on our plates. But at this moment, nothing's tedious going on in my life to hinder me from setting my eyes on my daughter. It's been up to a month since I last saw her and no day has stopped by without me thinking about her. I managed to call her two…thrice each week…even though she sees me as a pain in the neck. It's just the father's kinks to care for her; it's not my fault.I gathered up the little money I made from my weekly wages; her hospital bills were choking and overdue. Old jazz music played from the stereo while I rode my way to the other side of town. I spent most of my drive stewing in silence, just drumming my hand on my wheel. The scent of pastries cut through the air of an adjacent path; I went to trace it. Rose would need some; she was likely to snap at me if I did not add cheesecake to the junk. It seems to b
“You're going back to work tomorrow, ain't you?” My Dad stopped to look at me; we were having our quiet father-and-daughter bonding time on the lawn when I brought up that question. I heard him discuss my hospital bills with Miss B.“You've got to understand these thin…” “It's okay, Dad.” I flashed a smile. A real smile, no faking. “I'm old enough to understand the logic of things. You've got to go to work so my medical bills can be sorted out.” I turned to look straight into the cool blue sky. “I could help you guys with the bills too,” My Dad sucked in a breath. “Honey, you can't.” He said as his fingers scrolled through his phone.“Why?” I turned to him. “Why not Dad?” He needs to give me at least one solid reason as to why I couldn't work. I'm tired of being useless; I didn't find him worrying about sorting my bills when I knew I could help funny.“You're sick…” He glanced at me, taking his eyes back to his phone like an unbothered teenage boy.I snorted, sitting up straight. “
The days I slept alone in my room melted into weeks as swiftly as ice in warm water, and before I knew it, the weeks I longed to see Emmett became went from a month to two. Should I give up on waiting for his return or just move on with my life? I thought of going for the second choice, but then this unsatisfying yearning for him tends to grow with each passing time I did not set my eyes on him. Here was of no use to him, he couldn't be that wolf god he claimed to be here. I can't believe I'm trapped in the thought of having him leave and having him stay. A part of me that wanted him gone and the part of me that wanted his proximity fought for dominance. I do not know which to choose. The relationship I've had with him for the few times he had been around wasn't something to classify as a relationship. It was not a romantic kind, it was in the between a sour-sweet cordial friendship and an indecipherable sexual relationship. “I'm off to work, Rose.” Miss B came from behi
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