We rolled into the parking lot, and my quiet yet mischievous driver turned to get my door for me. He could have let me do that myself since he decided to obey Mr punk ass instructions. “Thanks,” I said as I got out. The expression on my face wasn't gratitude, it was a curious-mean face. I'm sure my roommate got out with me I'm never letting him get me a lift, I'd rather hop on a heavily loaded truck that's going in the same direction as I was. If Miss B said she couldn't take me, of course. We got to the entrance, and if the door wasn't automatic, he would have pulled it open for me, also. Gosh, the way I felt irritated by this elderly man, I think it's because of his boss. He held me close as we walked into the therapy ward; I walked briskly with him, although where he had his hands to my waist burnt. I walked briskly because I knew I had someone watching closely that he shouldn't over me. “This way, ma'am,” he gestured to the ward, which I had known for two fucking years
I watched incredible how he sucked out a little of Rose's blood into the syringe, leaving her numb and unattended. He called out to the busy nurse over the room, “I need you to look after her till she's up, understood?” “Yes sir.” Rose former nurse replied, He made his steps for exit, wearing the usual smile he got in with, he pulled out the needle on the syringe before putting it in his pocket. When he got out of the ward, I followed, I trusted the nurse to keep her in a good state while I followed this man of many mischief. He strolled through the hallway, and I followed. When he made a right sharp turn into a small office, I followed. He barged in on an advanced-looking doctor…I could identify him as a doctor because he was putting on the coat that medical experts usually had on. The doctor had someone seated in the office; it was clear that Gibson had just interrupted an ongoing important discussion telling by the scowl on the face of the guest, but the mutt seemed not
Once I had regained consciousness, and my vision was almost stable, I searched the room. Just a few patients were in sight. My roommate was absent.My nurse was absent.Gibson was absent. I heard him through my failing body when he said he was to take my blood for a test, and after that, I snoozed.The door opened and my nurse…my former nurse walked in, “You're up so soon?”“Were you expecting me to sleep till eternity?” “No, no, I…” “Relax, I'm only joking.” I let out a chuckle, “You should have seen your face,”She released her tensed shoulders, “I thought you misquoted me.”I shrugged at her reply, “Gibson is gone?” I asked her the most important question.“Of course, Mr Gibson left once he…”“Took blood to conduct a test, yeah, I know.” I chipped in.It was why she was the reason I was stuttering that I couldn't quite wrap my head around. My nurse that I have known never stutters, she spoke confidently and professionally and I was scared this had to do with the familiar dread
Gibson sat on a swivel chair behind a large modern table in a large office that had huge pictures that hung at the side on an office wall, one of which I could recognize; that was him and the two others were aged men; one had a few resemblances with him, I think that was his Dad and the other which I couldn't recognize. It was a white and black interior design, everywhere smelt of filthy riches and cockiness. A young man walked in, his shoulders stiff, his jaws tight and he was very much shorter than the both of us present in the room. He held a sheet of paper in his hand. “Good day, Mr Gibson; hope you're doing great?” Telling Gibson's expression, it was clear he wasn't having a great day at all. “Get on with the test results, I've got a cremation ceremony in a few hours. The guy strolled to sit on an empty chair across Gibson's table. “I'm so sorry for your loss, Mr Gibson.” He said in a low and concerned tune, “Yeah,” Gibson said, forcing a tight smile, stretching out
“G...Gibson wants to kill me, Emmett. You heard them, they want me dead. W…what did I do to deserve this cruelty?”I'm at the verge of losing my damn mind, I watched these two men shake hands and the shorter one left the office immediately with a piece of hard paper that I suspected to be my test results, leaving only Gibson in the office. He drummed his hands on the table and a small smile appeared on his lips, “I've got nothing to lose even as Kimberly is dead, once this whole thing is done, dad's company will thrive and it would keep standing out in the whole of NYC.“Take me home please,” I turned leaned on Emmett's chest, unstable to stand properly after what I had just heard. My feet were giving out while I begged for composure. “I can't take it anymore, please.” Tears ran freely down my cheeks, soaking the pink top I had on.Emmett did I ask without saying a word. What would have happened if he wasn't there to see those things? And I was alone believing that he, Gibson had chan
“Tell your boss that I said I'll decline this ride if he doesn't let my business partner, Mr Emmett, come with me. We're going to attend a program afterward.” I spoke to his driver in a calm and straight voice. Emmett and I stood on the porch, and the driver stood by the black SUV. I was dressed up in a white button-up gown, black heels, and a blonde wig over my head. The dress dress created an aura to slay; the black heels I had worn were the faces of the people who wished me dead." “I'll give my Boss a call.” He shot me the death glare as he reached for his phone in his pocket. “Alright,” I said I gripped the handle of my fashion bag, one of which Emmett hot for me. The response Gibson would give his driver determines how smoothly my morning will begin, I listened closely to the words of the driver as it was only his I would be able to hear. "Good day, Sir." The driver stared once his boss had picked up. "Yes Sir, I'm here with Rose Clifford." He said as he stole a glance
The sound of our shoes echoed as we made our way through the hallway of the hospital. We walked side by side, bumping into a few nurses and patients along the hallway. Gibson greeted a few ones he knew while I kept on walking, my eyes aiming at the exit. The only one I know was back there inside that therapy ward and I wasn't trying to socialize with any of these humans today. All the pleasantries had been exchanged and we were almost on our way to the parking lot. I didn't need to glance to see his straight face and an overly stressed smile on his face, I could tell he was having a difficult time with my company. We walked in silence till we reached his car. If anything at all, I was glad he felt uncomfortable with me. It was the exact way I wished for him to be with me as we weren't anything close to friends. “You've got something to tell me, buddy?” He asked once we had arrived at his parking space. I shook my head. My eyes moved to his hand that was in one of his pockets, the s
“You mean to tell me that Dr Myron works with Gibson?” I peered at Emmett in shock. How much more bad news would I hear in just a few days? How many more betrayals and deceit? I blame myself for being so gullible to let these people trick me, especially Gibson, to fool me this way. I saw clearly that he wasn't good. It was so damn obvious like a red stain on a white surface. Emmett was on the floor, doing some push-ups like the information he was dishing out to me was the most random news anyone could have heard. I sat on the couch next to him, it was fun watching him do all those push-ups, enjoying the quiet groans that escaped his lips till talks led to another and flowed into him telling me he watched Dr. Myron and Gibson exchange handshakes and a few talks concerning my case before the day of administering that deadly medicine “One thing is for sure, Rose. I think there are limited people who know about the plan to eliminate you. Which includes you, me, Gibson and the shor
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