Chapter 5

The whiplash sounded throughout the neighborhood, he was sure everyone could hear it, Richard hasn’t healed from the earlier sustained injury, but right now he was so sure he was going to die. The angry stares from his foster father, and the drama being acted out by his foster mom.

Ariana gives Isaac a look that conveyed a message only the both of them are aware of.

“just sell him already” Ariana screeched, her ring finger pointing to Richard her foster son.

“he’s already caused us enough troubles, and it’s bad you can’t see it” Isaac gives Ariana a look letting her know they’ve already concluded that part of the talk. He faces the ground at which Richard lay in pain.

“you really should get punished by the higher ups, really”

Richard turns, giving Isaac a full display of his battered body, but Isaac didn’t even blink an eye.

“I still think we should dispose of him; I don’t want any black skin staring at me” growls Ariana as she makes an exit.

“I might consider that, right after I’m done with teaching him some moral lesson’s” Isaac walked away, giving Richard little space to breath. Richard lay on the floor all the while whimpering and spitting blood to the floor, with his hand on his belly he clenched his teeth and puts his hands on his knee in an attempt to stand up, only for him to be pushed back down to the floor, by a familiar feeling of pain.

“I could keep hitting you all day long” Ariana came into view, her eyes glowing like the sun, she’s always been his predator.

“I hate you, you son of an ape” Richard’s mind went blank, first he could feel the pain inside his abdomen, and his bones he could feel them, coming together. But his emotions, they were disruptive, set in a town where foster parents were like Gods in a person’s life there was literally no one you could run your mouth to.

“if only Isaac listened to me, you wouldn’t even be here with us” she begins to take slow steps toward Richard, her claws as red as earth tore out her skin, her steps are more menacing,  Richard’s fear is visible, his heavy body looks more lifeless than it was minutes ago.

Richard takes slow gulps, his Adams apple becomes more visible, and his eyes teary.

Ariana stops in front of Richard, taunting him, her irises as shiny as the sun.

“I could scare you out the door, you know?” her voice comes out in little growls, and purrs. Richard was well aware of the fact that Isaac had knowledge of everything happening in the sitting room, even the neighbors, but what hope does it give when every one of your neighbors are racists.

Ariana raises her hands as high as it could get and lands her claws on Richard’s face, as she scratches along the flesh, it tears, the sound of the tear makes even Ariana wince. Her claws having remnants of Richards skin on it.

Tear rolls down Richards battered left cheek; every drop that leaves his tear gland causes even more pain. Ariana having satisfied her primitive side, stands up and leaves Richard on the floor, getting drenched in his blood.

If there was anything better than the state he was in, Richard was asking for it, yes, he was asking for death, Richard, takes slow steps, toward the door dragging his left leg along, so it doesn’t get left behind. Immediately he steps on the porch he drops to the ground. His lips begin trembling, just before he gave up. His lips were cut, his face had claw marks, his bones were broken, and he definitely could sleep for a little while.

“well it wasn’t as dark as you said, but I get your point” the alpha council, gather together toward the ending of the month to make decisions that would matter to the entire wolf clan.

Asher the oldest among the wolves, stands stretching his shoulders as wide as he can. “this black kid, no matter how you put it, I part of us and bullies are to be reprimanded, he is part of us” grunts could be heard across the dinner table, the soon to be alpha, is positioned in their midst this time around, all eyes turns to him when he clears his throat.

“you know we could house him, and leave the entire thing the way it was” making no sense everyone goes back to their conversations.

“what do you suggest we do to the foster parents Archer, despite his lack of identification, he is still a were”

“I suggest we leave the foster parents, and let the black boy live here, you know? just like the alpha says”

“future alpha” comments a new presence, the whole table stands in respect to Alpha Franklin, well except some obvious personalities who were in a higher rank than Romero.

“I am still in charge Andrew, don’t you think so” Romero says as he walks closer to his son, when he reaches Andrew, he begins massaging his shoulders.

“you know the tournament is coming up soon and we need Andrew to be who he is on the field” with that said Franklin taps his son on his shoulder and shows him the door.

Andrew has always been a confident child, so with the confidence he has he walks with his shoulder raised high, and his chin pointed forward, there were a few snickers here and there but no one dared to say a word, Alpha Frank despite how welcoming he can be he can also be a predator. 

The meeting room is a place where important matters are discussed hence there is only room for important personnel’s in the moon stone pack.

“Harrison how do you plan to organize this event, and who do you plan to support on the stand as the next beta” the whole council turned toward the present Beta, each knowing the answer to the alphas later question.

“I think we both know it’s going to be his son Adam” says Archer.

The whole board turns their head toward Archer…

The alpha hits his hand on the huge mahogany making the whole table shake, in response to the force.

“the fact that you are an important person doesn’t mean you should disrespect the order in this room”

“if it were to be Alpha Romero on this table, he would have dished out a better meeting topic, we all know that this tournament is going to be as baseless as possible” he closes his mouth earning some mutters and silent talks around them.

“what’s that supposed to mean?” asks alpha Franklin his hands on the table, he bows his head and begins to stand up slowly”

“well I am referring to the fact that no one here wants to talk about the fact that this tournament Is not going to be such a big deal” Archer takes in a long breath and then decides to take slow steps toward beta Harrison. 

“in the sense that no one in this s o called tournament has a competitor, its just your sons going to take titles” archer’s voice was as low as it could possibly be. He looks straight into Harrisons eyes and placed his hand on the table space in front of Harrison.

“someone has in mind to participate” came a strange voice behind the table. The meeting room was as dark as dark could be, each had blazing eyes, to help their vision. In the meeting room they used their senses, and fighting was another thing that was prohibited in the meeting room.

Jeremy stepped out of from his standing position.

“I see” nods Archer, his smile taunting.

“and I presume, you also have a son too”

 “he doesn’t have a son” replies alpha Frank.

“then who are we talking about” Archer takes places his butt atop the table. 

“we are all ears Jeremy” speaks beta Harrison.

“charlotte Romero. The former Alpha’s daughter” Jeremy’s voice came out in slow pauses; he knew a female never holds position in the moonstone pack.

“will you take back those words! you know where women belong” growls Alpha Frank.

“anywhere they want to be, don’t you think so Jeremy, women. Belong. Where. They want to be” Archer smiles at the end of his sentence, and with a sudden jump he gets off the table.

“why don’t we discuss the arrangement of this, alpha” the council is filled with unpleasant coughs and growls of disapproval.

“I’m guessing you were her trainer then?” asks the alpha.

“you know she can only participate in the beta part of it, the alpha position is not open to ladies”