Chapter 2

Ralph POV

I was fuming with anger. I wonder why you can't choose the life you want to have. Why did nature have to create me like this? I wondered. I was to attend a party organized by college mates, but my parents refused for me to attend. They are overprotective even when it's not needed. Isn't choice the power of man, so why don't I have a choice in my life.

My parents are werewolves. And unfortunately, I have to automatically become a werewolf. I don't like being one. I would rather be a human. I don't have to worry about turning into an animal with claws and sharp teeth. I can also be with any lady of my choice, not tied down to the moon goodess deciding who my life mate will be.

There is a rule with werewolves, the moon goddess will be the one to choose who your life mate is when the time comes. And there is this bond they claim will be shared amongst you too.

I don't want to be tied down into a particular lady that I don't love. I find it lame, actually. What if the lady isn't beautiful.

I'm a ladies' man. Ladies literally fall at their feet when they see me. Not bragging or anything, but that's just who I am. 6" 2 tall, with thick eyebrows, broad shoulders and a perfectly trimmed moustache is enough to catch the attention of any woman in the room.

Another thing I dislike about not being human is the fact that I'm overly sensitive to smells. Sometimes I wish to have a normal human life. If there is anything I hate, it is to perceive the smell of sweat, and that can't be avoided seeing that I've been gifted with the ability to smell every little thing that comes my way.

My dad was saying something about how we needed to train to become better werewolves for our packs. All werewolves belong to a particular pack, and our pack is the grey moon. Most pack members live together, like in an estate. But we have been privileged to live in our own private house as long as we show up for meetings when they are called. I'm grateful for that opportunity, at least.

I was to attend a party and enjoy life as it is, but no, my dad would make me train so hard against my will. I don't have a say in my own personal life. I wouldn't say I liked wolf training. I don't want to do anything that would make my wolf stronger.

"Dad", I groaned, "can you allow me to do one thing for myself just this once?"

"I promise I will find time to train myself after the party and try to catch up on what I've missed."

"You wouldn't mind that would you"? I asked

"Don't bother trying to look for a solution, you're doing whatever I say!" My dad said without hesitation

He can be so determined when he wants to be.

It was just me, my dad my two younger brothers at the dining table, eating. My mum was in her room upstairs having her bath or something. Still trying to figure out what she was up to.

Connor, the youngest of them mind linked me.

"Bro, just calm down, and do what he says, you know he won't back down on this, and you know how dad can be"

Being a werewolf means that we get to speak to one another through our minds. But that can also get annoying.

"Fine", I mumbled

I looked to see my other brother, Lowell. He was busy eating. It was as if he was in a world of his own. I doubt if he heard all that my dad said. He hardly said anything.

We heard footsteps coming towards us from the stairs. I guess mum was done doing whatever she was doing in her room.

"Still not done eating?" She asked no one in particular

No one bothered to reply. We all assumed it was a rhetorical question.

She took a sit beside dad and helped herself to a meal.

"Lilly called earlier this morning. She said Lovette was on Holiday and would like to spend time with us for the break," She said.

"Great! I get to see Lovette again after 3 years, I missed her so much," Connor said excitedly.

Lilly was my mum's human friend from college, and they've been friends ever since. She and her daughter come to visit once in a while.

Connor and Lovette have been so close sometimes they act like twins, but they like to deny that they aren't best friends. If you ask me, the denial isn't necessary.

"She was cute and adorable then. I wonder if she would be all grown after 3 years," my mum said.

Connor and Lowell nodded their head, agreeing with what mum said.

"Now we have a guest coming soon. You guys should behave and make sure to always put on your clothes. It's a girl that's coming in", My dad warned.

I chuckled. He was obviously talking to my younger brothers, not me. They practically go around naked in the house because they claim they are werewolves and can tear their clothes due to shifting.

My mum laughed. "No, hun, they wouldn't do that, especially not in front of a girl they all cherish".

"Mum, can she sleep in my room?" Connell wiggled his eyebrow playfully.

My mum gave him a disapproving look. "No, she can't. Give her some privacy, will you? You and Lowell will share a room, and then she will take your room. Is that clear?

Connor shrugged. "Fine, whatever. I'm just happy I get to see her again."

I tried to mind the link, Connor.

"And you're sure she isn't your crush?" I teased him

"Oh shut up, Ralph, you know she is not. We share sibling's love", He hissed

I laughed at that, shaking my head, "siblings love," who says that. Only Connor.