Claw City Park 1500sKayla is the most beautiful woman to behold, I could look into her alluring eyes and forget the rest of the world existed. I bless the day I met her on the battlefield.The fear that was displayed in her eyes was evident. She faced her near death in the eyes. I had no business involving myself in the war that stirred up in my Park. If their Alpha could be comfortable seeing his park at war with folded hands, I could too.I'm not their Alpha, even though I am an Original with more powers than they could possess, I laid low. They tremble at the mere mention of my name. I was their living god.They feared me.Raquel, Otto, and I were the first shifters; we roamed the earth and found a settlement in this great City. We had our kind sprout throughout the city; we were worshipped, but then, one after the other, they died, leaving me behind. Roaming.Alone.I stood at the corner of the battlefield, invisible to the eyes of the wolf warriors; they fought in their wolf
2 years ago.It's the last day of twelfth grade, we were having a quick chemistry practical today. I love chemistry and everything else that had to do with it, and even as it was a broad one to study, I came out top of my class. Skimming through the hallway, my smile was bright, and my cheeks hurt from the unsure joy I had.Maybe it's because I'll be kissing this high school goodbye in a bit or for the fact that I'll be in college in a short time. Both of which I do not know.I had lost so much weight due to my intense studying; my skin was pale, and my Dad was concerned. I've argued with him on several occasions that I'm fine and he's still not having it.******We had gone far into the test practicals, I managed to finish up my work and leave.My head hurts and my joints beg for ease. I'm eager to get home as I feel dizziness cloud my senses. I removed the safety goggles that I had on, in case it was the cause of my air shortage. It still didn't help.I didn't want to bring atte
I fell deaf to the clattering sounds of the rain. I had scurried out of my auto repair shop the moment I heard of Rose's incident in school. My face flushed white by the words of the paramedics over the phone.“I want to be clear that I'm speaking with the father of Rose Clifford, Arthur Clifford?” “Yes, yes you are. Is there a problem?” The power call of the sirens buzzed at the call's end.“Okay, sir.”There was a pause.My heartbeat crescendoed as I thought of any possible worse situation my only child would be in at the moment.Old memories I tried to wave off swarm through my mind.I haven't heard what's wrong yet, I had reached out for my keys to my meticulously decrepit truck. It was a hard time retrieving it from my jean pockets but I got them out anyway.I got in the truck, ready to ignite the engines.“Tell me what the fuck is wrong with my daughter, right the fuck now.” I couldn't have this guy fall dead on me over the phone when he had already introduced the situation wi
I want to be strong for my daughter but I keep on failing. The words of Dr Myron repeated in my head over and over again.“Her cancer is hitting stage three. Her life is at risk.”I'm at the edge of losing Rose.I sat still on my chair in the doctor's office, actually I was numb. I had gone into an endless reverie that I thought I would never come out from.“Mr Arthur.” I heard the doctor call out, I struggled with myself to bring myself to my draining reality.I looked at him with zero emotions on my face, just a blank glare.My heart felt heavy.My mind was clouded in a thick dark fog.“You seemed lost; I called you several times, Mr. Arthur.”“I'm sorry,” I said weakly.Dr Myron took a deep sigh. “I know this is a tough one for you, but we've had similar cases; it wasn't as bad as Rose's Cass, but I assure you that we will do our best to lengthen her life to the best of our knowledge.”He leaned into the table as he spoke, cupping his chin with the back of his palm.I inhaled de
There was a large troop of horses stomping in my head, or at least that was what it felt like.Beep. Beep.Where am I? oh, the damn hospital.if I had just snuck out of the lab, I wouldn't have been here. I winced at the that surged through my head. I opened my eyes slowly; my vision was blurry for a few seconds before it balanced.I lifted my hands to hold my pounding head, it felt heavy.There were tubes attached to my hands, restricting me from reaching for my head.I heard the door of the ward open up, heavy boot-like footsteps stumbled on the floor, and it got louder until it came to a halt. In front of my bed.“Dad!”I couldn't hear myself speak but I wished he saw the excitement on my face the moment I saw him.Was he sad?Myriad expressions swarm across his handsome features, shock and grief were evident.“My princess.” He said in a wavering voice. “You're awake.” He continued, I saw tears beginning to cloud his eyes. His eyes were puffy, causing retention in the tissue a
Our living room was small, with a few comfortable white couches neatly arranged in it.My dad had decorated it simple but beautiful. The wall where the TV was positioned was lined with trays and cupboards, fancy objects that were kept there whose functions I couldn't decipher.There was just one window on the left wall from where I sat.I had dimmed the lights; they made me squint my eyes each time I entered the room.I love my room dark. The eerily sound that came from the clock ticking on the wall stood out in the deafening silence.The TV was muted, I muted it myself.Why? I didn't fucking know.I was in my usual off-mode today.My eyes were glued to the muted TV. It was one of my favorite TV shows.My muse, my wannabe woman was a guest in the show.Emily Brooker, the legendary city queen of New York City. She was a popular runway model in her prime.I've read every documentary about her, read all the articles I could find that had her face on it.Was it the Aura she possessed?
I'm glad I finally knew what I was dealing with.I had surfed through Google to give me a name for these changes in my body until I saw it boldly written down in that envelope.I couldn't be mad at my Dad, I would do the same if I was in his position.If I felt anything, it was fear.Fear of what my life had become.Stage 3 and still progressing.The night I found out I had leukemia, another incident occurred that landed me in the hands of Dr. Myron again.I showed my father that envelope while he was in the kitchen; he was juicing out oranges to use with our dinner at the moment I stood at the door. his eyes zeroed on the envelope when he saw that I had the truth he had been hiding from me in my hands.He stopped mid-air to look at the envelope in my hands; the knife used to cut the oranges into two was on his right.“The day I was admitted to the hospital was the day you knew about my sickness; why didn't you tell me? Why let me know this way..” I melted down, bawling. My Dad, seei
It was a 30-minute ride to the airport; we arrived earlier than expected. I was hoping to see Morris' cute little face pissed as he was a little too impatient for his age. Miss Beatrice would have been buzzing either me or Dad's phone.We were out in the terminal, expecting to see them.I sat.My Dad was getting worked up, he strolled from pillar to post.“We could go grab some snacks, Miss Beatrice is gonna call when they've arrived.”“I'm starving,” I added that. He wouldn't object to that one. Baby Rose always got to eat.I wouldn't want him worrying over situations that were far from serious.“Right.” he let out a wheeze.“Yeah.”“Come with me, Rose; what would you like to eat? I know mine.”He walked over to where I sat to help me up from my seat. Urgh…Does he have to?“You know, my usuals.”Cheesecake.It always was, and always will be.That's the only snack that entered my mouth, except some I took unconsciously which wasn't possible.In the nineteen years of my life, I’ve al