Something is wrong with the basement today; some items, such as Dad's auto spare parts and some of his very useful items, were littered on the floor.I stood at the wooden paneled door of the basement and looked around.The junk on the floor, none was broken.None that I could see.It was like an earthquake occurred in this room; the only difference was that the ground didn't part ways.There was something very off.This is like Dad's scared spot; he always keeps her in order.Forget the musty smell; here was the most arranged as He usually spends time here for meditation or to get away from Morris chattering.He never spoke of the basement being untidy today. Mind you, he always scolds Morris each time he steps into this place.Morris hasn't been here today, Dad had always held the keys.Why would it be now that here was tumbled upside down that he say nothing?I could have heard the noise of them falling to the ground or something that wrecked here; the basement was close to my bedr
Rose should be out of here in no time, what could be keeping her there for this long?This child…she's probably playing in there.“Godammit.” I held my hands to my head; the uneasy feeling crept right back in.She's sick, I should have gotten there to get that toolbox. It would require her climbing and she doesn't have the strength for that.I'm going there right now.I made my way to the basement.The door to the stairway was left slightly open.“Rose?” No answer.My footsteps down the stairway to the basement were hasty.“Everything is okay. Everything is okay. She's in there. She's fine.” That was all I said to myself till turned the metal knob of the wooden door; it creaked loudly as I pushed it open.My mind wasn't ready for the view I saw. Everything was the exact opposite of what I'd prepped for, except for the fact that Rose was still in here but she was on the floor.Motionless.“No, no, oh noo.” I rushed to where my daughter was, jumping over my fallen junk.What had happen
I sat beside her in her bedroom staring closely at her innocent sleeping form. I recalled all that Dr Myron had told me earlier on.“The abnormal cells that had been built up in Rose's blood had finally infected her bone marrow. They've crowded out the healthy blood cells so much that it's hard for her blood and bone marrow to do their work effectively. Unfortunately, the stem cell transplant and blood transfusion have proved ineffective, but that's what she has to keep living on, or else she will be gone in no time. There's nothing we can do beyond that, and the chemoradiotherapy as well. We've scanned her bones and we discovered she fell from a height, I guess. She will be unable to walk for long on her feet; I suggest she uses a wheelchair for movement aid; she's too weak to move about on her feet.”I sat up, blowing out a loud breath and wringing my hands spontaneously.I scoot over to the head side of her bed and took her hands in mine, peering at the back of her palm before laci
What am I doing here? Where the hell am I? My shoulders heaved as I panted, I was gasping for air in this airy place. My lungs refused to share the same air with this strange place. I'm standing in the middle of an empty road, a road walled by a steep valley. My heart could burst wide up as my heartbeat crescendoed with the uneasy breath I took. “Dad, fuck.” My eyes searched for any life form. A human, at least. I wring my palms, they felt sandy. I opened my palms, looking into them. They were covered in ash. My arms. My fucking body. “Oh no.” I tried rubbing it off, scrubbing them off with the back of my wrist. It was as though they were glued to my skin. I'm scrubbing them off more. More. I want to rip the top of my skin off. Tears welled from deep inside and coursed down my cheeks. Hot tears. They burned my red bumpy skin. “Help. Anyone?” My voice was raspy. I didn't only feel fear. I could taste it slithering down my throat. I f
“I shouldn't have let you go in there, Rose; I'll go get a new blender first in the morning.” My dad came to sit by me on the bed.“Dad, guys.” I glanced from my Dad to Morris and then to Miss B.“I'm good, you don't need to worry much about me.” I need to dismiss them at this minute.I wanted fresh air and they were crowding the little one I thrived on, and I don't mean that in an offensive way.I have been having a hard time lately.I want to be alone.I need to think.I fell in the basement, why?I need to pick up the pieces of my shattered thoughts and line them up.Think Rose.“Of course, we need to be worried; it is our duty to show concern, darling.” He rubbed his thumb over my temple.The moment his thumb grazed my temple, it brought a lingering memory.The empty road.In my dream or wherever I was at.Wait a minute.“I know that but I just want to be on my own and regain full consciousness. I'm feeling really weak, it's almost like I can't feel my legs.”I saw Dad take a qui
I curled up to the diamond-tufted headboard, squeezing on my pillow tightly for my dear life. “What do you want from me? Please go back from wherever you came from. I'm sorry.” An apology could help. Maybe I could tell him that I was the wrong person he was after, but I don't know if he was truly after me. I remember clearly the question he asked me in my dream when he was in a fog form. "why me?" Why me? Why Rose Clifford? Was I the reason he was were? It might be that the lords of the underworld had chosen him to bring me with him to them, and he bluntly refused, so he's not here at his own will. I just saw him form from ashes that spilled out of that vase and his frightened eyes glowed red, scorching hot red. What could my helpless self do than beg this strange being who looked like he was superior to me? I don't know if life is worth living, but I could wait till this cancer eats me, till there's no worry of healthiness left rather than to be burnt right at
I wonder what year it is. How the time had passed as I've spent a long time hibernating in this urn. I feel my powers surging through me, I'd long awaited for this day.This fateful day.I would be out of this cell, a cell that I was bound into The moon goddess had set me free. I want to go back to my people and reunite with them.I took no chances, the moment I felt her presence, my rescuer.Rose.I was acquainted with her name because that older guy kept calling on her sleeping form when she dropped to the floor.My powers had been building up from the tiny grains of burnt flesh my ashes were made for.I feel much more strengthened.Stronger.I held a gaze with the eyes of my rescuer and they were filled with fear.It's something that wasn't out of the ordinary.I'm used to these expressions.No, I thrived on it.That was how my people looked at me; I loved it that way.This place, this time. Everything spoke of a different era, from how Rose dressed to the setting of the place I
Miss B called out through the door.“Rose baby, can I come in now? I brought your food and drugs.”I'm not hungry.Not after everything.Not after my dream.Not after what had just disappeared from the couch beside my bed.But I let her in and she happened to ask before entering.She would come in even if I'd said no anyway.“Come in, please.”I have no idea how I was able to have the words roll out my tongue–in a sickening unstable voice.I forced myself to return to my original position.The state I was in before what happened, had happened.I try to push down that uneasy and terrified feeling to the bottom of my gut.She shouldn't know.She wouldn't know.I wiped every trail of sweat, snot, and tears off my face.Done.I don't look like how I feel.Every one of my flying emotions had been sealed.Locked up.One last second I'm adjusting my pillow and drawing my blankets up to my waist.No.My chest will be preferable.Yeah.“I've brought your meal straight to your bed…what's wrong
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