Justine walked down the hall, his steps sleek but determined. He reached Kael's door and turned the handle, pushing it open to reveal Kael sitting on his bed, wearing a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, his feet bare. His dark hair was mussed, and his bright blue eyes were fixed intently on the iPad in his hands.Justine's eyes scanned the room, taking in the scattered toys and books, the messy desk, and the unmade bed. "Hi, Kael," he called out, his voice warm and friendly.Kael's gaze flickered up, his eyes meeting Justine's for a brief moment before he returned to his game, his fingers flying rapidly across the iPad's screen. Justine's expression remained calm, but a hint of concern creased his forehead. He walked over to Kael, his movements deliberate, and gently took the iPad from Kael's hand.Kael's eyes snapped up, his face contorting in protest. "Hey! Give that back!" he exclaimed, his voice rising in indignation.Justine held the iPad high above Kael's reach. "Not until you at le
The air in the room had suddenly gone cold as Kael sat in his bed, listening as Justine told him all about werewolves. Justine was still speaking, his voice laced with bitterness. "And you know what's even more proof of how terrible werewolves are? The way they treated your mother. Did she tell you that her own clan, her own beloved people, banished her? What sort of people banishes a pregnant woman and leaves her out in the wild?" He spat out the word "beloved" with sarcasm, emphasizing the irony. Kael's eyes darted to the floor, his face burning with shame. Truly he'd had questions about his mother's banishment, but he hadn't thought about it this way. Justine's voice rang on in his ears, dripping with conviction. "None of the clans she went to would accept her. They all rejected and cast her out. She was forced to wander around, alone and pregnant, until she collapsed by the wayside. If my men and I hadn't found her, she would have died. And you, Kael, would never have been born.
Near the glass window of the largest room on the second floor of the JANEERAD Foundation's Massive mansion, Kael sat comfortably in a sleek, silver chair. He gazed cheerfully around the spacious laboratory, taking in the array of the state-of-the-art equipment. He had been in here only once before, two years ago.Dr. Ganner and Justine usually did their day-to-day work on the smaller labs and offices on the first floor, but from the way this particular lab was heavily guarded, and the strange equipment Kael saw positioned all around it, he could tell that only the important, complex works were done in here. Six years had passed since he got the revelation about being a werewolf, and his life-changing conversation with Justine. Now a proud 15-year-old, Kael had grown into a very good looking high school sophomore, navigating the challenges of adolescence with a newfound sense of confidence. "Nice place." He grinned, nodding at Dr. Ganner, who was standing over a metal box on the long
Lylah's eyes blazed with fury as she stood before the open door, her gaze piercing past Kael to Dr. Ganner. Her long, curly black hair was disheveled, and her face was flushed with anger. She wore a crumpled blue blouse and a pair of black jeans, her feet clad in scuffed sneakers.Kael, taken aback by his mother's sudden appearance, stood frozen in place, his eyes darting nervously between Lylah and Dr. Ganner."Mom?" Kael called, his voice firm but cautious. But Lylah's anger was palpable. "Go to your room, Kael!" she spat, her voice venomous. "We'll have a little chat once I'm done here."Kael hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do, but Lylah's glare left no room for argument. He turned and walked off, casting a worried glance at Dr. Ganner, who still stood unflinching, his expression neutral.When Kael had disappeared from view and they could hear his footsteps echoing as he descended the stairs, Lylah's voice erupted in a high frenzy. "You think I don't know what you're doi
The door to Kael's room was half open as Lylah stormed down the hallway. She pushed it ajar without bothering to knock and stepped in, her anger radiating like a palpable force. Kael, seated at his desk, looked up from his laptop, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in his mother's expression."We need to talk," Lylah said, her voice low and trembling with suppressed emotion.Kael closed his laptop, his eyes never leaving his mother's face. He turned to face her, his expression cautious. Lylah's eyes was flashing with anger, her vexation simmering just below the surface. "Kael, it seems like everything I've taught you, everything I've told you since you were a child, has been a waste of time," she said, her voice cracking with emotion.Kael's brow furrowed in confusion. "How?" he asked, his tone innocent.Lylah's annoyance flared, her face reddening. "What do you mean 'how'? What did I tell you about getting too close to Justine and Dr. Ganner?" She said, her voice rising. "You're
The first rain of the year had just ceased, leaving behind a serene and tranquil atmosphere. The air was crisp and clean, filled with the sweet scent of wet earth and leaves. The sky was a deep shade of grey, with clouds that seemed to stretch on forever, their soft, white peaks still lingering.The streets of Lunarville were empty, save for the occasional puddle that reflected the sky above, creating a mirror-like effect. The sound of raindrops dripping from the eaves of the buildings was the only sound that broke the silence, a soothing melody that seemed to lull the world into a peaceful slumber.At the entrance of his courtyard, Alpha Thane stood deep in conversation with Councillor Gallum. The councillor stood against a walking stick, listening with rapt attention to Thane. There were several new outlines of silver on his hair, and the fact that he needed a cane to support his weight showed how much he had aged. Their conversation was hushed, the words indistinguishable to anyon
The room fell stunningly silent at Chief Candar's last words, the only sound being the heavy breathing of its three occupants. Thane's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in confusion. Drena's face paled, her eyes wide with alarm. Chief Candar's expression was grim, his eyes clouded with a deep intensity."How did you get this news, Candar?" Thane asked, his voice low and urgent. "Are you very certain of what you're saying?" Chief Candar's gaze met Thane's, and he nodded fervently. "I have a very reliable source in Andalonne." he said, his voice measured. "It happened towards midday today. Three victims, a man and his two sons, discovered close to their farms, lying awkwardly with blood oozing from their wounds."Drena gasped, her eyes widening even more. "Three... victims?" she repeated, her voice trembling.Chief Candar nodded, his expression grim. "Yes, three. The whole family was alarmed, of course. They're werewolves, and they should have started healing automatically even though th
Lylah stood in front of the mirror in her room, her green eyes sparkling as she gazed at her reflection. Her black hair, now thicker and more luscious with age, curled up and dropped past her shoulder, framing her beautiful face. Her full, Ruby red lips still complemented the oval shape of her face, but the passing years had etched fine lines around her eyes and mouth.At 38, Lylah's body had undergone subtle changes. Her curves were softer, and her skin smoother. But her face hadn't changed much, neither had her stature. She turned away from the mirror, her thoughts turning to her son, Kael. It had been three years since his last outburst against werewolves, but Lylah hadn't given up. She had still been trying to disengage and break his closeness and belief in Justine and Dr. Ganner, to save him from their destructive ideology.However, as she thought back on all the arguments and issues this had caused between both herself and Kael, as well as Justine and Dr. Ganner, she realized t
The boardroom of the JANEERAD Foundation was situated on the first floor. It was a sleek, high-ceilinged space with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a stunning view of the New York skyline. The walls were adorned with polished wood panels, and the floor was covered in plush, dark gray carpeting. A large, elliptical table dominated the room, its surface made of gleaming silver-gray glass that reflected the light from the overhead LED fixtures.Around the table were about a dozen chairs, almost all of them occupied by people whose faces bore a mix of anticipation and professionalism. Among them was Dr. Peterson Ganner, tapping away on the apple laptop in front of him. The others, mostly fellow researchers and scientists, nodded quietly to one another as they conversed in quiet tones, glancing every now and then at the entrance door. The door swung open, and Justine strode in, his eyes flashing with a mix of irritation and determination. Kael followed closely behind, his gaze fixed on
The sight of Justine's figure in the open doorway made Lylah's heart sink, her alarm turning into terror as she realized that with this intrusion all her effort to convince Kael and make him see reason - which seemed to be working - might just be washed down the drain with Justine's sudden appearance. Justine took a few steps inside, his eyes scanning the room with an air of authority. Lylah stood up abruptly, a cold sweat breaking out on her forehead as Justine's gaze settled on her."What have you two been discussing?" Justine asked, his voice cold and detached.Lylah tried to brace herself, her voice firm despite the fear that threatened to overwhelm her. "What I discuss with my son is none of your business, Justine."Justine's smile was a thin, cruel line. "As long as you're in my house, it's very much my business.""Ha!" Lylah exclaimed, her eyes flashing with anger. "Your house?" She shrieked. "Like I asked to be locked up in this glorified prison! Why don't you call your guards
Lylah stood outside Kael's room, her hand hovering over the door handle as she gathered her thoughts. She still felt groggy and tired from the uneasy sleep she'd had the night before, however her conversation with Angela had sparked a determination within her. She took a deep breath, her resolve solidifying, and knocked on the door.The door swung open, and Kael stood before her in a bathrobe, wiping his damp hair with a towel. A warm smile spread across his face as he caught sight of her. "Mom." He beamed, "How are you? I stopped by your room last night to check on you, but there was no answer when I knocked."Lylah forced a smile. "Everything's fine, sweetheart. I was just out for a walk in the yard."Kael's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze piercing as he searched her face. Despite her reassurance, the tension in her shoulders and the faint crease between her eyebrows betrayed her true emotions. "You look a bit troubled," he said, his voice gentle. "Do you want to come in and sit do
The sky above had darkened to a deep shade of indigo as Lylah spoke, and stars were beginning to twinkle like diamonds scattered across the canvas of the universe. The air had grown cooler, bringing back the scent of damp earth and the distant hint of rain. Angela stood facing Lylah, taking in the outlines of her face in the bright lights surrounding them, a lot of questions on her mind. She reached out and took Lylah's hand. It was soft and tender. Angela squeezed it gently, as though trying to convey her support and understanding without words."Well, what happened then? How did you manage?" She asked, keeping her voice as soft and encouraging as possible. "It wasn't easy at all," Lylah said, gazing down at her feet which was beginning to hurt. "Naturally my parents were summoned. It was a very uncomfortable scene. My mother was disappointed, yes, but wanted me to just say the truth so that she could find a way to help me. My father on the other hand, well, I think his anger was m
The pale sun was now dipping below the horizon, transforming the lawn into a warm, golden oasis. Sharp lights flickered to life all over the mansion, casting a gentle glow over the lush greenery and the delicate flowers waving up into the sky.Lylah stood watching them, her hands folded over her chest, and her eyes fixed on Angela's face as she pondered whether she could trust her. The fading light danced across Angela's features, illuminating her hazel eyes and bold smile. Lylah's heart swelled with a mix of emotions - fear, uncertainty, yet a deep longing for connection."My life has been a series of events that I never could have imagined," she began, blinking at the dahlias which were swaying lightly in the evening breeze. "You must know by now that I grew up among my kin, werewolves, that is?" She asked, turning to look intently at Angela, who nodded vigorously. "Well," she continued, averting her gaze once more, "I had only heard of other humans who weren't werewolves in storie
The heavy rain that had been falling for most of the day had stopped at late afternoon, leaving behind a faint scent of wet earth and a sky that was slowly clearing. A weak sun had appeared in the sky, casting a pale glow over the mansion's lawn, where droplets of water clung to the blades of grass like tiny diamonds. The automated gate swung open to receive Angela as she walked in, stepping gingerly on the gravel path. As she approached the lawn, she spotted Lylah standing at the far end, strands of her long hair being blown into her face by the soft breeze that followed the rain. Lylah was gazing out absent-mindedly at the flowers that bloomed in soft hues of pink and yellow. There was a distant expression on her face as she looked at the flowers, as though she wasn't seeing them at all. Angela's heart swelled with a mix of curiosity and empathy as she drew closer to her. Her thoughts had been reeling from the conversation she had with Kael, all the while contemplating what he sai
Kael's expression was guarded, his eyes narrowing slightly as he shifted uncomfortably on the bed. The way the visit was unfolding was definitely different from the picture he'd had in his mind all day. He felt like he'd rather not talk about his mother, but Angela's expectant stare and the resolute twist of her lips conveyed to him that he had no choice. He heaved a sigh, and started. "My mom has her issues. Thing is, she can be a bit paranoid sometimes, most of the time, really," he said, his voice low and hesitant.Angela's gaze remained steady, her eyes locked on his. "Paranoid?" she repeated, her voice neutral. "In what way?" Kael looked up at the white ceiling, squinting his eyes at the lights becoming more pronounced in the room now that the rays of the sun was dying away. "Has to do with her history, and the circumstances surrounding my birth, I think. She's always been a bit...overprotective, I guess. And Father...Justine, he's just trying to keep us safe."He looked down t
NEW YORK The large laboratory on the second floor had seen increased activity over the course of the months. It had actually been converted into a state-of-the-art research facility, its sleek workstations and cutting-edge equipment a testament to Justine's commitment to his mission. The soft glow of the overhead lights lit up the place, though it was nothing compared to the brightness of the morning light filtering unobscured through the large large glass windows. Serious-faced technicians in white lab coats moved around the expanse of the room, each focused on his task. At the far end of the room, behind a small table sat Justine, his gaze steady on the laptop in front of him. Beside him sat Kael, eyes glued on the screen as well, taking in all he was doing. Occasionally Justine would explain and point out some things, while Kael would nod, his face set in the most intense concentration. This intense focus, however, was ruffled when towards midday the door opened and a petite-lo
"Roughly eighteen years ago, my brother, Ryker, the Alpha of Lunarville, died." Thane began, his voice echoing through the great hall. "Surely many of you sent your condolences when this happened, and some even came to console me in person. But the fact remains that most of you have been running with the narrative that he died from a horrible accident while hunting." Thane chuckled slightly, a dry, mirthful sound. Then he stretched out his right hand and picked up one of the silver bullets sitting idly in the tray in front of him and held it up. The room was silent, the Alphas' eyes fixed on the bullet as if mesmerized."It was this bullet that killed my brother," he said, his voice low and measured, "Ryker met his death at this hands of this little object in my hand." The room erupted into a cacophony of shocked gasps, horrified whispers, and stunned silence.Alpha Asher's eyes widened in horror, his face pale. "How on earth did someone deep in the werewolf realm come to be shot wi