Beverly had waited for days to see if anything was going to change. She wondered if she was ever going to set her eyes on her dad again. Now that days had rolled into weeks and nothing has changed, her optimism began to flag gradually.
In such a short period, she had formed a great bond with Madam Pat and Alice and they had become fond of her too. She's being treated like family. Even though she hasn't forgotten about her father, all the love that's being showered on her barely gave her a chance to set herself into depression.
One of the activities that she engaged herself in the most is hunting. This was always fun to her as she had been doing this right from when she was small. Thanks to her childhood friend and lover, Elton, who knew how to hunt. He taught her some hunting skills during some of their secret adventures in the woods.
Back then, every hunting she did with Elton, they did them surreptitiously due to their royal status. It must not be heard that they were going into the bushes and woods to hunt so even though they knew the basics of hunting, they never explored to their satisfaction. They only did minor hunting and most times, they find means to give out their games before returning home.
This time, the case was different. There was nobody to stop or restrain Beverly from hunting, so she had the chance to explore. After some more practice, she became an expert and she derived pleasure from hunting.
One evening, after Beverly came back from the woods and had just taken a nice shower, she was rummaging through her bag for some clothes when she stumbled on a small piece of bead that belonged to Elton.
He had given this to her the same night they had their first kiss recently. The memory of her dear Elton swept through her mind and she sank into her bed, remembering how their relationship started.
Rico had gone out for long hours one day. He left home with nothing that day and everyone was surprised when he returned home with a small boy later that night.
When people questioned the boy's identity, he narrated to them how he had had a son outside and decided to keep it a secret from the family since a lot of people did not like him and had looked down on him saying his bad character would not even allow him to get a wife let alone have a child, unlike Miller.
He further explained that he did all this to prove his point – that Miller is not the only responsible son. And that, most times, when he is not at home and people think he has been up to one mischief or the other, in reality, he had gone to see his new family in another town.
His father and some of the chiefs gestured at each other as if trying to convince themselves to believe him.
To confirm further, one of the chiefs asked about the mother. Rico replied telling them that she eloped with another man to another city, leaving the boy all to himself and It was when he went to pay them another visit that he discovered this and he found the boy wandering about.
Immediately, King George and the Chiefs felt a pang of sympathy and without further ado, they welcomed the boy gladly. Since then, everybody knew him to be Elton, the son of Rico. With this, Rico even earned a little respect from some of the chiefs but it only lasted for a while when they found out he's still the same arrogant troublemaker that he used to be.
It didn't take too long for Beverly and Elton to get along with each other. They played together and soon became fond of each other as friends. The more they grew and the years rolled by, the more their bond waxed stronger.
Now that they have grown into young adults, their relationship took a new phase recently and Beverly can't get over her first kiss with Elton just yet.
Their affair had always been a secret one. On the same day of Beverly and her father's disappearance, they had met somewhere not too far from the house to chat a little as was their wont.
While they were under a tree, Elton wasn't even paying full attention when Beverly talked. He kept on staring right into her ravishing eyes which made him melt. Beverly noticed the quiet gestures that were coming from him and she pretended not to, trying to see if he would make the first move.
Her heart skipped a beat when it suddenly seemed like Elton wanted to say something that she had been expecting. She tried all she could to hide her nervousness but a little blush on her nose snitched on her. Elton noticed this too. But he couldn't summon enough courage just yet and the next thing he could utter was "I think we've stayed too long outside, let's get going Beverly"
Instantly, Beverly's jaw dropped and as she made her turn to get moving, she had only taken two steps forward when she felt something restrain her from taking another step. She looked back to see Elton holding onto her. Before she could fathom what was going on, Elton pulled her closer to him and his lips brushed against hers.
Good Heavens!
She was zapped with bliss when his lips found their way into hers, sweeping her tongue against his.
It was a great moment and she reveled in it.
That day, Elton crowned the whole romantic moment by telling her "I Love You" and those few words resounded in Beverly's head till today.
Beverly whimpered in reminiscence until Alice came knocking on her door shortly after, calling her out for dinner.
*******
Miller lay on his bed one morning staring into vacancy. His body has not been able to adapt to this torture called a room yet. Every morning he woke up with different degrees of body pains, sometimes, it could be mild and sometimes it could be severe.
This feels like hell!
He has been deprived of every other thing that was meant to give him comfort. Food was the only that that was provided regularly as Rico had ordered.
Initially, Miller rejected food until he began to starve and he took cognizance of the fact that he needed to stay alive if he wants to set his eyes on his daughter ever again.
He suddenly heard a door slam shut, accompanied by a loud and echoing "Long Live The King" coming from Rogers. Then a sinister kind of laughter followed. And with this, he was dead sure it couldn't be anyone else but Rico. Immediately, Miller struggled to his feat in a fiery temper. His eyes looked red as if waiting to pounce on Rico.
Even though it was obvious that Rico would overpower him, Miller was past caring. At this point, he was so exasperated that he would have
challenged Rico if not for the chains that restricted his movement.
He heard heavy footsteps approaching him and suddenly the outside door to his little cell was kicked open and instantly, he caught sight of his werewolf brother.
"Rico!!!"
Miller shouted in annoyance from behind bars but he was cut short by Rogers who Interjected saying
"King Rico is what you will call him. Have you no manners?"
"King Rico my foot," Miller retorted.
"You and I know that I am the rightful king of Omaha until you induced your goddamn manipulations.
"You can go and eat the throne for all I care. Now, where's my daughter?" Miller demanded.
Rico laughed, trying to keep his cool this time and at once he looked at Miller with a feigned sympathy on his face.
"Oh! My dear brother"
"Or better still, Your Highness," he said mockingly
"Oh no! What is your Highness doing in a cell? Rogers, you're such a wicked man," He added and turned to look at Rogers who immediately started laughing hard. Rico burst into Laughter too and they were both laughing uncontrollably.
It didn't take long before Miller brought them back into silence.
"You filthy bastard! Our father showed us so much love and what you could do to pay him back was to kill him just to ascend the throne."
Rogers surged forward to teach him a little lesson but Rico gestured that he let him be.
Miller continued…
"As if that wasn't enough, you separated a father from his daughter by kidnapping him."
"As I told you, I'm not interested in the throne, now that you've had your way, let me go, you Monster"
"Hey!" Rogers tried to call him to order again, but Rico took over.
"Okay Miller, I've been nice enough to let you rant all you want. Thank your stars that I just became king because you know too well that this act of generosity from me does not come so easy."
"Now listen to me," Rico commanded. " I will have you stay here and watch me rule Omaha until I decide to let you go."
"Right from when we were growing up, you've always been the favorite boy for everyone. Now, the tables have turned. I get to enjoy the fame throughout Omaha while you enjoy your fame in this chamber that we've made available for you."
"Let's not waste our time on him, My King," Rogers said. Remember we still have an important discussion.
"Oh.. very true," Rico said as he started towards the door ignoring how loud Miller was calling his name and hurling profanities at him. Rogers followed him outside and soon they were out of Miller's sight.
It was 5:30 in the morning and it had been a long night for the people of Omaha. This has been the situation recently as the people are still trying hard to adjust to the changes that engulfed the kingdom. Before now, when King George was still on the throne and things were still going well in Omaha, children were seen playing around their houses into the early nights and even when it was getting into late night, they still gathered around to tell or listen to night tales and barely anybody was terrified of the dark. The evening breeze was always soothing and refreshing to the body and most times, the elderly ones would come out to bask in it. Most people end up sleeping late and consequently enjoy their night's sleep. Only the nights appeared a bit short to them since they slept late. And when it's dawn, they get into their daily activities again. Omaha was indeed a peaceful Kingdom!But things have changed now. The playful kids still astir at night, playing outside or telling tal
Rogers embarked on a journey to carry out the mission that Rico sent him. Normally, It is supposed to be a long journey owing to the distance from his home to his supposed destination, but an extraordinary speed was among the features that most werewolves possess. Even though he made use of one of the cars that Rico had given him for the mission, he set it on the highest speed that normal humans wouldn't dare as they wouldn't be able to control it. Due to his werewolf influence, the car seemed to align with his speed too.In no time, he arrived in a city called Gaza: the same city where Rico had been some years ago for some devilish deeds and even recently when he attacked Miller. Rico knew the location for the mission very well as that's the same base where he carried out one of his biggest missions years ago and that was how he was to give Rogers a direct and unmistakable description. It never occurred to Rico and Rogers that Beverly could be in the same city. They felt she would
Miller had not set his eyes on Rico for a while. He knew that Rico must've gotten himself busy with some devilish deeds even though he doesn't know what exactly he plans to do with Omaha after becoming their king. Although Rogers was not always around, he saw Rogers more often than Rico. Rogers was getting busy assisting Rico with some wicked tasks these days so he had just hired a new guard from outside their kingdom to keep a watch over Miller while he was away.That night, Miller sat quietly in his little cell and thought about his daughter, his late wife, and even Omaha in general. He wondered how he hadn't seen it coming nor had the slightest idea that his brother was a werewolf. Miller sobbed quietly as he lay on his small bed. He had thought so much about his loved ones that he ended up dreaming about them while he was still sleeping in the early hours of the morning. He was just having the dream in a series from the sweet moments with his late wife down to her last words on
It was a brand new day. The day of the awaited feast in Omaha and another day of werewolves troubles in GazaThat morning, Beverly sat at her desk, surrounded by books, papers, and various tools. She had been up all night, poring over ancient texts and studying diagrams of weapons. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her hands trembled with exhaustion, but she refused to rest until she found a solution to the werewolf problem.She had always been skilled in hunting and survival, thanks to her upbringing in a small rural town. But hunting werewolves was a whole different game. These creatures were not just any prey - they were intelligent, cunning, and dangerous. She had to find a way to take them down without getting too close, as one bite from a werewolf would be enough to turn her into one of them.As she flipped through an old book, a diagram caught her eye. It was a crossbow designed specifically for taking down werewolves. She read through the instructions carefully, taking note of the
The next day, the news of Beverly killing some werewolves spread far across Gaza. That morning, Beverly went around to the homes of those who had lost their loved ones to the werewolves, offering her condolences and promising to do everything in her power to stop the attacks. As she walked through the streets of Gaza, many people praised her and were so happy to have someone as brave as that in their city. Beverly walked through the streets of Gaza, feeling a sense of purpose and determination. She had made progress in her mission to stop the werewolf attacks, and she felt empowered by the support of the people of Gaza.As she walked, she noticed a group of people gathered around a house, and she approached them to see what was happening. A woman was weeping uncontrollably, and Beverly knew that she had to do something to comfort her."Excuse me," Beverly said, approaching the group. "What's going on here?"The woman looked up at Beverly, tears streaming down her face. "It's my son
The sun was slowly rising over the horizon, casting its first light on the Omaha Kingdom. As the people started their day, they were met with a sight that they never thought they would see. The streets were littered with debris, overturned carts, and broken windows. The smell of blood filled the air, causing many to gag and cover their noses.Later, reports began to trickle in of how all the chiefs that were present at the feast turned to werewolves overnight during the full moon. Some of them had bitten members of their families, making them run wild while some other families managed to run for their lives when they saw that the chief who is the head of their family had become werewolves. At first, it was just a few people who had been bitten in the night and were now exhibiting strange symptoms - a feverishness, a ravenous hunger. But as the morning wore on, the reports grew more and more alarming. People were screaming and running, some trying to flee from Omaha, while others wer
The once bustling streets of Omaha were now ghostly silent, save for the occasional howl that pierced through the night. The werewolf rampage had thrown Omaha into chaos and despair. Families huddled together in fear, desperately seeking refuge and safety. Some managed to flee to neighboring towns and cities, hoping to find solace in unfamiliar territories. Others, however, were left behind, unable to escape due to various circumstances.Those who were left behind looked for the best hideout they could get and took refuge in them. As it is, there were now several hideouts in Omaha with each of them containing groups of people. Due to this, the killings were reduced. But once in a while, hideouts were discovered by these hungry and roaming werewolves and when this happens, the humans were either killed or turned into werewolves and those who manage to escape from the werewolves ran for their dear lives until they discover another place to hide. This was the routine for most of the pe
Beverly opened her eyes, blinking away the remnants of sleep. The morning sunlight filtered through the window, casting a warm glow across the room. As she stretched and yawned, fragments of her dream from the previous night flooded back into her consciousness.The images lingered, vivid and tantalizing. She recalled the sensation of power surging through her, the exhilaration of commanding flames with a mere thought. It had felt so real, so tangible. But now, in the light of day, Beverly couldn't help but question the authenticity of her experience.She sat up in bed, her mind filled with a mixture of curiosity and skepticism. Part of her yearned for the dream to be real, a sign of some latent supernatural ability waiting to be unleashed. But another part dismissed it as nothing more than a product of her imagination, a fantasy born out of the stress and horror of the recent werewolf attacks.Lost in her thoughts, Beverly decided to test her dream-inspired abilities, just to satisfy