Chapter 1

As his eyes see it, the actual image inside the airport was not as welcoming as the clear blue sky under the smouldering rays from the sun outside. The airport's temperature is freezing, backgrounded by deafening sounds, and is causing his head to spin. What else could he possibly say? The wolf inside him always hates crowded places such as the floor he is currently walking on.

Human scents from different races suffocate him like someone was grasping and squeezing his throat by force. Their diversified perfume, however, either bittered or soured his entire stomach, inviting him to crawl into the corner and puke. Sadly, he had to endure all discomforts to have the same good old days that he used to.

His name is Nicholae Fisher. Gifted with 6'4 ft tall. Proud to have a light-brown complexion that differed him from the white and black Americans. Also, he had this unrecognized accent that sounded sweet though. What else did I miss? Oh. He's turning 27 in a week.

Nicholae resided in New York City for eight years, with the fact that he let himself believe he could stay in his haven for good until the day he die. However, his adopted human grandfather, Vladimir Fisher, highly requested his presence to stay with him in San Francisco because he's planning to step down from the CEO and presidential positions of their companies.

Meanwhile, the gorgeous young man walking behind him holding two luggage bags is, how should I label him, his best friend and a brother, not by blood, but by heart. It's not the way you think it is because Nicholae like girls, always will. Always will be.

His name is Clark Kent Scott. Two years younger than his age, excluding those centuries of years that were falsified in his renewable birth certificate, and let him believe he is a pure human like Clark. Nicholae addressed him by his nickname, CK. His devoted and empathetic personal assistant for eight years and counting.

Not to brag about his self-confidence, but since Nicholae surrounded his wolf with a bunch of clueless humans five hundred years ago up to the present, he had secretly built the most powerful empire that ever existed. The "Fisher Grand Incorporated" - the product of his profuse sweat, endless tears, and fresh drops of blood.

Billions of dollars coming into his pockets and bank accounts. His hundreds of huge and well-known companies are scattered throughout the surface of the earth. And a strong connection with the most, if not all, powerful humans the world could offer.

CK once said Nicholae already have everything as he kept everything by the book aside from one thing; a love life. Well, a few women, old and young, mostly rich, have already confessed their love and undying support for him but he completely ignored them. He doesn't know how but since his wolf adapted the human nature, a lot of things have changed about him, both physically and mentally.

Werewolf blood is supposed to run through every fibre of his veins but, over time, all his special abilities, such as the ability to heal, to shift with or without the influence of the full moon, incredible speed and power was starting to fade away.

The worst of them all was his ability to feel something. His heart had become frigid, senseless, and self-centred. Work was the only thing that consumed his life. Never been attached to humans since then except for his grandfather and CK. He even had already forgotten when was the last time he felt something from anyone.

"Nikko, the old bitch kept calling you like a hundred times already. He's so annoying. Should I inform him about your arrival?" Ck was referring to Danilo Jones, a werewolf alpha from a different pack, who happens to know Nicholae's dirty little secret and used it to blackmail him every time he needs something.

What more could I say? Insecure people put others down to lift themselves up. And they are willing to play dirty work just to get what they want.

"Give me the phone." Nicholae snatched the phone from CK's hands and immediately pressed the answer button.

"What took you so long to answer the phone, old friend?" Danilo's roughly strident voice reverberated in Nicholae's ears, wanting him to rip off his throat that should have done two years ago.

"First of all, you and I could never be friends. Not on my watch. In addition to that, I am not obligated to answer your call. I am heaven and you are just a tiny dot on the surface of the earth." Nicholae stopped walking as soon as his foot got out of the airport, waiting for CK to get the car.

"Come on, Mr President. You may have everything in the world. Huge mansions, expensive cars, hundreds of companies. But, haven't you forgotten one thing? Aside from knowing your vanishing wolf, the car where your old folk riding in just parked in front of your prestigious Grand Fisher Hotel. He was wearing a luxurious..."

"What do you want, Danilo?" Even if Nicholae's sports car can run fifty miles an hour, he could barely make it to the Grand Fisher Hotel within ten minutes. His grandfather was the most important human being the world could offer. If not because of his determination and loyalty, Nicholae's wolf could barely survive the cruelty of life.

Seeing his grandfather's funeral would probably be the end of Nicholae's life too.

"How about a pep talk? The same place where we first met. It was a bit of traffic on the road right now, old friend. So, I'm giving you an hour. If you cannot make it on time, well, just so you know, I have two of my hungry-for-flesh wolves on their way to Grand Fisher Hotel now." Those were Danilo's words that lingered in Nicholae's heart and brain.

As soon as Ck parked the car in front of him, Nicholae immediately ordered him to hop out and hail a cab and rush to Grand Fisher Hotel to make sure of his grandfather's safety. Then, he bubbled out of the airport at the speed of light. An hour to the golf course. That's all he needs. That bullshit even has the guts to use Nicholae's golf curse to threaten his wolf.

It was the same place where Nicholae completely embarrassed Danilo in front of everyone for stealing his limelight. They are the two half-wolf who joined the said contest. Danilo may be good at playing golf but Nicholae's gameplay is superb.

Until then, Danilo's wicked face keeps showing up every time Nicholae visited his grandfather in San Francisco. Compelling his wolf that he will unfold his secret to the public that he not just cheated during the game, but his entirety as well.

Because the last thing Nicholae wants on Earth is to make his life way more complicated, he fell for Danilo's trap just like a basketball that shoots the ring without touching the net. Making him his puppy for everything he wants. Taking full pleasure in everything he has.

Two minutes before Danilo's allocated time, Nicholae found himself walking on the enormous landscapes covered in dense green grasses with some portion circled with water. Even from the distance, his sharp eyes were already seeing Danilo's ugly face along with his demonic minions.

They were playing golf, trying to get a score. Funny but even with their closer distance, they could barely get a score while Nicholae, who stood, thrice the difference between them, got a bull's eye.

"What the fuck? Who the hell interrupted our game?" Danilo yelled as he continuously wagged his head sideways to search where the score coming from until he stopped his gaze behind them, in Nicholae's direction.

His minions immediately stepped forward and growled at him to protect Danilo as they always do over the years. Even if they all knew the bastard was simply a pretentious moron, trying harder to reach the top.

"Me. Who else could it be? The undefeated king of the golf course. Let's get this done, Danilo. What do you want?" Nicholae furiously announced the second he reached the tip of his shoes a meter away from them.

Because Danilo was surrounded by four idiot wolves, he courageously stepped closer to Nicholae's spot and clapped his shoulder with a smile on his face. "Just not much, old friend. I know it could not devour a portion of your bank account. Ten million dollars."

The golf clubs Nicholae was holding almost slipped off of his hands as he could barely gulp the water that blocked his throat. Most of his werewolf abilities may have started to fade off but his ears heard the amount pretty loud and clear.

"I swear this is gonna be the last time I'll ask a favour from you, Nikko. As my age increases day by day, I realized that it was the perfect time for me to start a perfect new beginning. To start my own business. Maybe, in the future, we don't know, my business can surpass everything you have." he added.

"What if I don't?" Nicholae's wolf has been fooled by the same wolf countless times. And because of that, he already learned his lesson. If Ck's voice hadn't echoed in his ears, telling him that he already dragged his grandfather out of Grand Fisher Hotel, he might have agreed to give Danilo what he wants.

Considering his grandfather was already safe, it is time for Nicholae to make his plan on how to get out of the golf course alive. Only fool is going to fight against five. Needless to say, they can maximize their werewolf abilities but he couldn't.

"Come on, Nikko." Danilo heaved a prolonged sigh. His tight holds on Nicholae's shoulder were already telling him he is in big trouble. "That was the sound of me who's begging you. Don't make this hard for me."

"I know how to speak Japanese, a bit of Chinese, German, and many more, Danilo. What translation of NO are you going to hear from me?" Nicholae fastened his grip onto the handle of the golf clubs to make sure he could at least defend himself.

All of Danilo's minions seem to read what was running through his mind when they started incircling his spot. "The kind of translation where you cannot see the next sunrise, Nikko," he then let go of his shoulder before he ordered, "KILL HIM!"

Danilo's minions immediately shifted into furious and hungry wolves and started indulging their sharp claws and fangs in all parts of Nicholae's body. But he did not let them scratch his skin that easily. So, he battered the golf clubs right through their faces, believing he might scare them.

Unfortunately, that was only part of his feeble imagination. The more he hit them with the golf clubs, the more furious they could get. The more furious they are, the stronger and faster their wolves could be.

Three minutes later, Nicholae found himself lying on the ground, covered in severe wounds and blood. And from what his eyes are currently seeing, Danilo also shifted into a wolf and slid closer to his spot. Part of him wanted to move his arms and knees to get away from Danilo.

Sadly, he could barely feel them at all.

"Hey? Get out of him, you fucking monsters!" A courageous female voice suddenly appeared in the field. Her voice was like a shockwave that crawled from the tip of Nicholae's toe to the tip of his head. She then grabbed pieces of stones and throws them at Danilo and his minions.

"We're not yet done, Nikko. I'd better get my ten million dollars before sunrise. Oh, I changed my mind. Make it fifty million. Or else, you'll wake up tomorrow with the world to know your true colour." Danilo hissed at him before they disappeared from the field.

Meanwhile, the woman dropped those bunch of documents from her hands and studied Nicholae's entire body. Afterwards, she took off her scarf and tore it into pieces and wrapped them in the open wounds to minimize the flow of his blood.

She was supposed to get terrified after seeing those huge wolves around him. And she could have run away to save her life, knowing with just a scratch of Danilo's claws she will be good as dead. But instead, she did not give a damn about those wolves and managed to shoo them away.

Then, she called 9-1-1. Nicholae can hear her worried voice. She was stuttering while talking to someone over the phone. His werewolf ability to heal was useless at the moment when he could still feel those open wounds throughout his body.

Wait. Did she just lift his body?

"Where are you taking me?" Nicholae was supposed to save his breath but part of him wanted to know her name. Sadly, the more words ejected from his mouth, the more blood flowed out of his body.

"Better save your words, Mister. I'm taking you to the hospital." Nicholae wanted to argue with her about not bringing him to the hospital since the world was still unaware of the werewolf blood that runs through his veins. Sadly, his vision turned black. And he noticed her heavy and continuous breaths started to fade off.

Nicholae did not get the chance to at least know her name. Still, he got the smell of her aromatic and incandescent perfume. Hmmm. What a sweet perfume could do to know her?