AARON
It has been two weeks since I last talked to Alex.
He didn’t text me to let me know that everything is now under control and everyone is fine in Pack Sage, but I left him on read. I didn’t mean to be rude to him, I just didn’t have time to respond. It honestly escaped my mind as well, and by the time I recalled, it was too late to reply, so I just let it be.
For the past two weeks, I have been busy with work. I come home very late at night, that too only to sleep for a couple of hours before I return to the office and work on the deal I have currently signed with another bio-technical company for a merger. This was a big deal for me. If our ideas for innovative inventions work, we will take over the world. I have been so busy with work lately that I missed my mother’s call almost every day. I am sure she will understand once she knows what I have been up to.
In fact, I have been thinking about bringing her and Alex to the city to visit me in a couple of weeks. I miss them. Even when I have everything I could financially ask for, I don’t have people around me. I get lonely here. I don’t make friends, because I am scared my true identity will be disclosed. The fear has stopped me from getting into a relationship. I’ve had a few flings, but that’s how far I have gone. Maybe once this merger is done, I can start dating again.
I am already thirty-five years old. In a few years, the wolf in me will eventually die and maybe that’s when I can get into a serious relationship and maybe think about settling down.
An average werewolf is supposed to find his or her wolf at a young age. If one doesn’t find it, or like in my case, if one suppresses it and doesn’t let it out for twenty to twenty-five years or more, the wolf is bound to die. I know my wolf will not easily die due to being pure alpha-blooded, so I might have to wait longer than an average werewolf. Before that happens, I cannot be in a serious relationship. I am afraid my true identity will come out in front of her and scare her. After all, what average human would want to be with a monster like me?
Another couple of weeks passed, and today we finally made the merger official. There was a whole party in honor of the merger. The news of the merger made it to the front page of the Financial Times. It was one of the most talked about topics in the world of business. I even appeared for a short interview on some of the big news channels. I talked about some of the promising results we will be seeing in the world of biotechnology in the future.
We had a big celebration at the headquarters. Some of the big names came to celebrate the success of our company. The night was bedazzled. Investors, entrepreneurs, and even some celebrities add to the glory. I was extremely busy the entire night. I didn’t carry my phone with me, but Kendrick told me a few times that my mother had called since he was managing my phone. I told him to tell her to wait. I couldn’t abandon my guest at the moment. These were some of the most important people in the business world.
I spend the night dressed in a tuxedo, meeting and greeting people, collecting congratulations from them. After the speeches, the dinner was served. Since everyone was busy enjoying the food, I decided to go back to my mother. I took my phone from Kendrick and went to the roof, making a video call to my mother. After a few rings, she finally picked up.
The grin on my face slowly wore off when I saw my mother. I haven’t seen her face in a month. She looked incredibly weak and exhausted. Her cheeks looked hollow. She had bags and dark circles under her eyes. She looked way thinner and her hair was messily tied in a pony. I frowned, “Mom, is everything okay?” I asked.
She heaved a sigh, “Where have you been, Aaron? You have not been answering my calls or messages. Alex even tried to reach you, but you didn’t answer,” she complained.
A sudden wave of guilt took over me. I smashed my lips together, “I am sorry, Mom. I have been very busy. Today is a big day…” I started to tell her but she cut me off.
“The pack is in danger, Aaron,” she concernedly spoke. That shut me up. I blinked as I watched her look deeply into the camera, “We have been getting attacked repeatedly. It is not just us. The surrounding Packs have been attacked as well,” She informed me.
I gulped, “Are…are you all okay?” I was suddenly worried about my family’s well-being. My heart was racing with the thought of them getting hurt.
She sighed and nodded her head, “Yes, we are okay. We have a strong defense. We are making it through the mess, but sweetie, it is getting hard. Your father and Jake are stressed. No one can figure out who is attacking us. They are using powers beyond our reach. I don’t know how long we can hold it. Alpha Sam from Victor Pack and Alpha Earl from Shadow Pack are currently visiting us. We have all allied to tackle the attacks,” she informed me.
Shadow Pack. Alpha Earl. His daughter, Arla. I gulped painfully at the memories and gulped down the lump I felt in my throat. If Alpha Earl had been there, maybe Arla had been there too. She is next in line to the Alpha of the Shadow Pack. It has been ten years since I last saw her. I wonder how she looks now. I wonder what she thinks of me now… if I even cross her mind.
“The Pack of the North have decided to ally to fight the attacks,” she added.
I slowly blinked, “So, you will all be okay, right?” I asked.
She heaved a sigh, “I believe so, yes. But, Aaron, I was thinking something…” I knew what was coming next, but I let her continue anyway, “Why don’t you return to the Pack? You are the one that was chosen to be the Alpha after Max. Jake is doing his best, but I know you can do better. Come and help your family and your Pack,” she pleaded.
We had this conversation before. It always ends the same. I heaved a sigh, “You know I don’t believe in all these packs, the chosen Alpha, and all, Mom.”
“You are disrespecting the Goddess,” she corrected me sternly, “Be careful of your words, Aaron, don’t let the bad omen of disrespecting the Goddess get to you,” she said like she always says.
I smashed my lips together. I don’t get in debates with her. Her beliefs are stronger than mine. “Okay, I apologize, but you already know my answer, Mom. I can’t come back. I don’t want to. I have moved on.” I told her. I see her eyes gloss with tears as I tell her the truth, “Dad, Jake, and Carla don’t like me. I know the people of the Pack hate me. I don’t think my presence will help you all anyway. But I am truly worried about you all. Please let me help you in other ways. Let me fly you all out of the North. Come to me. You will be safe here.” I tried to talk her through but the stern look on her face made it evident that she would not agree and that’s exactly what happened.
I see her flare her nostrils. The Luna in her replaced the mother in her. “No one from my family is abandoning their Pack. We will fight. Don’t worry. Alex and I will stop bothering you with Pack matters. I am sure you have better things to do,” she impassively spoke.
I made her angry with me. I clicked my tongue, “Mom…” She refused to listen to me.
“Before you go to bed tonight, please try to ask for forgiveness from the Goddess for your words. She is very forgiving. I don’t want you to pay for your ignorance. I have to go now. Take care,” she said before she ended the call.
I heaved a sigh and clicked my tongue. I blew my cheeks out and put my hands on the railing around the roof, looking out into the dark. The lights of the city spark like a million tiny stars. I was far from the hustle and bustle of the city. Usually, this sight brings peace to me, but it didn’t this time. This time I had a dreadful feeling in my stomach. I was feeling nervous. I never feel nervous. It was probably because I was worried about my family’s safety. I know it is difficult to make my family agree to leave the North, but I will keep on trying. I can’t let them be there anymore. It is getting dangerous.
I look at the clear sky to see the full moon and a Lunar Eclipse. It is supposed to be a sacred night for the werewolves. I stared at it, wondering if it even held any meaning at all. A few seconds passed. I hissed when I suddenly felt a painful tug in my chest. I grimace at the pain. I rubbed my chest – trying to get rid of the discomfort I was feeling in my chest all of a sudden. I have never felt it before, not even when I was breaking all the connections with my Pack. The tug slowly started to turn into a slow burn.
Maybe it was something I ate earlier…
I was going to walk back to the party when I heard someone’s hushed voice. “I told you. I don’t want to do this anymore.” It was a woman’s voice. The voice was coming to me in a soft echo. My eyes searched for who it was, but I couldn’t see anyone except for me on the rooftop. Maybe it was something on the other side of the roof. I tried to move, but I suddenly froze in my place.
I hissed again and covered my ear when they started to ring with a shrill sound. I held onto the railing and closed my eyes tightly, hoping to get rid of the feeling soon. I tried to see who it was, but I couldn’t see her face and my vision started to blur. I wondered if I was having a heart attack as the pain in my chest increased. Suddenly, I was surrounded by a strong rustic scent. The shrill sound strengthened, and so did the pain with each passing second.
“Dad is waiting for us. We are making our final move tonight, Bre, and you are coming with me or I swear to God, I will kill you even before he gets his hands on you.” I groaned when the pain intensified in my chest – spreading through my body.
“But I don’t want to do this anymore. You promised that innocents would not be involved!” I kept hearing the voice.
“I don’t care! We have to do this if we want to win! They are too strong, and we can’t do this without your powers!” I heard a loud booming man’s voice before the pain in my chest left me panting and sweaty. I couldn’t bear it anymore. I dropped to my knees and welcomed the darkness before I lost consciousness.
Brielle “You can’t run away from me. Even if you want to, you can’t. There is no way out for you.” I heard the same faceless voice again. It has been months since I have been dreaming about this voice. I don’t know who it belongs to. I am unable to put a face to the gravitating and deep voice. Each time I dream of this voice, it does something to me. I feel helpless with this voice. My body automatically surrenders to it. I wonder if the Goddess sent it from the beyond to punish me. To stop me. It is not only the voice that makes my head foggy but the touch as well. Yes, this dream man of mine didn’t only speak to me, he touched me too, and the things that mere touch did to me. I can’t see him touching me, but I feel it. I feel it to my very core. I feel his feathery touch on my sink. It burns and soothes it at the same time. When he touches me, everything stands still for me. I feel like I am floating. I feel okay. I feel like nothing is wrong with me or nothing wrong could happen
It was happening again. I was aware that I was in a dream, but yet it felt so real. Am I even dreaming? Of course, I am. What else could it be? This can’t be real. I can’t have happiness, also, I can’t be so submissive. I don’t know where I am. The place looks luxurious, nothing like the cabin I live in with my father and brother. Unlike my house (I can’t call it home. It is not a home), the place doesn’t have broken windows, a stale wooden floor, mold in the corners of the room, a noisy ceiling fan, or a mattress with springs bouncing out. No. This place smells like roses and berries. The marble floor shines. The white walls stand tall. A big clean window shows a view of the distant mountains of the north and a forest in front of it. Even when the windows are closed, I know how refreshing it must smell outside. The room had warmth in it, unlike mine in the cabin, which is always cold. A small smile curled on my lips. At least I get to feel this luxury in my dreams. All my life, I ha
“Aaron?” That voice. That same soft voice was calling my name. I couldn’t see her. It was pitch black where I was. Her voice was echoing. It was coming from somewhere far away. My stomach twitched when it went farther away. “Aaron, help me.” The voice didn’t beg. She didn’t cry or scream. It was a soft plea. The vulnerability in her voice made me want to reach out to her. My palms started to itch to reach out to hold her – to make sure she was okay. I never felt like this before. How can I feel like this to a faceless entity that I am not even sure is real?“Aaron?” The voice started to get deeper.“Aaron?” And deeper…“Aaron??” Until it changed into Kendrick’s voice. “Aaron, can you hear me? Hey, what happened? Aaron?”I gasped as I felt like I was gushing out of the pitch-dark hollow hole, and back into the world. I opened my eyes and widened them. Kendrick was kneeling beside me, with other acquainted faces standing around, looking down at me with deep concern on their faces. For a
My wolf was gone as soon as it came. Since I never converted before, it was hard for my wolf to be out for long. It was also weak and inexperienced, but still, it was fighting to stay. As I was lying on the floor, completely naked, drenched in sweat, huffing and puffing, and with excruciating pain all over my body from converting into my wolf, I realized that I had just lost a battle to my wolf. But that’s what I am not worried about at the moment. I am concerned about the vision I got. I don’t know what it was. Whether it was even true or not. I never had such visions before. It could mean that either I am going crazy or my wolf just restored its connection with my Pack, and that could only happen if the Alpha of the Pack, my father, sent a signal to me. I don’t know how I am supposed to believe it when my father is the one who broke my connection with the Pack when I left. He promised me that I would never see him alive. He promised that he would never reach out to me, and now this
I looked down at my hands. Steady as a rock. They don’t seem like they just brutally killed dozens of innocent men and women, except for a hint of blood around my nails. It’s funny how empty I feel knowing we just won. We won against the brutes of werewolves. We won against my mother’s murderers. It just doesn’t feel the way I thought it would feel, probably because we crossed a line. We involved innocents in this. We slayed the one that didn’t have anything to do with my mother’s murder. There was a wave of celebration around me. We were far from the borders of the Sage Pack, somewhere in the woods. Some of our people were getting medical attention, while the others lit a bonfire and were now drinking, singing, and dancing around it. They called for the celebrations to go on all of the remaining nights. I didn’t feel like it. I was drained from using my powers tonight. Also, this heavy feeling dangling from my chest was not letting me feel happy about our victory. I felt a pat on m
Three days. It has been three days since my life completely changed. It went from good to worse. It is not just my life that changed, but something snapped in me as well. My wolf could not be controlled anymore. My calm and cool demeanor wore off. I was angry – no, I was furious. I feel fire burning in my chest every day – all the time. It has gotten harder to pretend that everything was okay. Even Kendrick and my other employees noted the beast uprising within me. The old me would have been worried, but the new me didn’t care. All I could feel was rage. All I could think was revenge. I am not the most revengeful person, but in a matter of a night, I have come to the point where I am ready to destroy the world to find out the killers of not just my family, but my Pack. The wolf had already taken charge. Everything I was against, I was now going to do deliberately. How time changes with a snap of a finger… The three days were painful, tearful, and dreadful. Arla confirmed my worst ni
I smelled her before I saw her. The smell was too overpowering for me. It was probably because I have used my werewolf strengths in over ten years. I didn’t even activate them right now, it just happened on its own. It was probably the wolf part of me that sensed his mate around. Now here is a thing about me: I don’t care for mates. I don’t believe in a Goddess. I don’t believe in a werewolf community living in the shadows of God they can’t even see. I don’t believe in old customs and traditions. I don’t believe that some unseeable force chose a soulmate for me. That’s all bullshit. This is why I left. This is why I cut ties with the Pack I was born into. I was supposed to be the next Alpha in line. I didn’t care to be one. For me, being the alpha family of the community was nothing more than a sign of dictatorship. Why should the entire pack bow in front of us? Why consider us kings and queens? What a load of outdated bullshit. I never believed in any of those customs and that’s why
AARON Two women were sitting in the farthest corner of the café, probably here on their lunch break. One of those women said to the other, “There is a disturbance in the northern region again.” I glanced at them and saw a woman in a white blouse, as she put the newspaper down and took a big bite of her salad. “Must be something to do with stealing land from the tribes and indigenous communities.” The other woman dressed in an olive dress shirt, took a bite from her sandwich and shook her head, “I don’t know when they will leave these communities alone. We learned nothing from the past,” she clicked her tongue. I rocked my fingers over the counter as I listened to them talk. They were sitting a bit far to be heard by basic human hearing, but that’s not my case. My hearing power is better than anyone's in this café. I am not your average human. I don’t even know if the people around me would even call me one if they knew who I am and what I can do. I never reveal my true identity to