âAnd you do have every right to be angry. The world doesnât understand your power and it therefore perceives you as a threat. I am sad to say this because this is an itch on every human but what the world doesnât understand, the world tends to eliminate out of fear and it is sad to say that your kind falls in that category. It doesnât make it right but the world and the people that are behind it do not necessarily see it as wrongâ his grandfather said to him. âThen there is something wrong with the world. The world didnât even take time out to understand us, our powers, and our abilities. I know that you do not want this to be a revenge quest for me but if anybody comes after me or my family, I would not be the one you would need to worry about. Believe me when I say that there would be more blood than there ever was and it would not be mineâ he said to his grandfather. âI understand you but I still stand by my opinion when I say that revenge, hate, and even anger is not good for yo
âI was hoping that there would be an exception for an old time friendâ Alexander said to her. She looked at him and smiled before walking towards him. She threw the table cloth on her shoulders and leaned against the table. He could see that she was happy to see him and he smiled back at her. He couldnât understand the strange connection that he had with the woman. She was older than he was, she was a total stranger and he didnât know her. Heck, after today, he was probably never going see her again after today and that bothered him because there was something about her that he couldnât place his hands on. Who was she? How was she linked to all of this? What role must she have played that the connection he had with her was so deep that he couldnât think about it? Alexander needed a lot of answers but he knew that he couldnât ask her any questions. He was going to have to find his answers another way. âHey there, you are a sight for sore eyes. How have you been doing? It has been wha
Alexander was shaken by the news. He didnât know how to react. He had come back with the expectation of seeing his family and having one of the best birthday he had probably had in three years. All of those dreams were shattered. His eyes burned with tears and anger at the same time. Bennie looked at him and he could see the flames in his best friendâs eyes. There was no way he could take the news without losing his mind. His family was gone. Everybody was gone. His sister was nowhere to be found. âA couple of weeks later, Carlos pulled up here with his sister, the psychopath. They came here to get the answers they couldnât get from your parents. I didnât have them and they murdered my parents in front of me! Where the hell were you when all of this was happening? We needed you! I needed you!â Bennie said to him. âWhere the hell is Carlos?â Alexander asked as his eyes burned with anger. âLet me get this straight. After everything that I just told you, all you could say is that? Hol
âI wouldnât stop you and my sister wouldnât stop you either but if you kill him now, you would never know where your sister is, you would never find the answers that you seek. I want to kill him too but that is not the way to do thingsâ Carson said to him. âMy brother is right. You canât kill my father now. It wouldnât get you anywhere. You also have to leave. My father would be back very soon and if he finds you here, you wouldnât get the chance to kill him first. I can tell you that for freeâ Cathy said to him. âWhat would you have me do then? Stand by and do nothing? Is that what you want me to do?â he asked them. âNo! I donât want you to do that. You are the hope that this valley has. You are the prophecy that was spoken off but right now, my father is unstoppable. You would not win if you go into battle with him, not while he has my aunt by his side. If you take her away, then maybe you have a chance at beating an Alpha but even as at that, my father has too many people that a
At first, the dreams were about her parents dying right before her eyes. Later, they were just gory and bad. She wouldnât get to see her parents but the unpleasant smell of death and blood was constantly around. She knew that something bad was going to happen, she just didnât know when and that troubled her greatly. After losing sleep for days, she decided to talk to her parents about it but it felt as though something kept stopping her. It was a hot afternoon when she was in her room, trying to get her homework done when there was a banging on the door. She unplugged her ears and pulled her headphones across her neck, tilting her head to be sure that the sound she heard wasnât from her music. She heard it again and jumped out of her brotherâs bed. She had been staying there since he disappeared. It had been weeks since they last heard from him and she concluded that he was probably dead. The banging on the door came again and she figured that whoever it was wasnât going away until so
The first two weeks went by smoothly. It was silent and serene. Carlos didnât come over and Arielle figured that there was nothing to be worried about but she was wrong. By the third week, Carlos came by to get the answers to the questions he had asked three weeks ago. She walked in from school and found her mom crying in the living room. She knew that her mom was an emotional person and she found comfort in her tears but she was fine this morning and that bothered Arielle. âWhat is wrong, mom?â she asked her mom. âOh, sweetheart. I didnât hear you come in. it is nothing. I just had such a terrible day. I have been trying to reach out to your brother and I havenât gotten a feedback from him. It breaks my heart, not knowing if he is alive or not, if he is doing okay or not. I am just worried about him, thatâs allâ she said to her. Arielle knew that her mother wasnât telling her everything but she didnât want to push it either. She knew that her mother was worried about Alexander, de
âWhat are you talking about? I know that our father is a monster and a murderer but he is not going to go after Alexanderâs family. They donât even know where he is. A regular witch can tell that they are lying. Aunt Matilda should be able to tell without even talking to themâ Cathy said to her brother. âI know that you want to believe that your father is innocent...â Carson said to her. âOh, now he is just my father? I donât remember being the only childâ Cathy said, interrupting him. âFine. I know you want to believe that our father is innocent, that he is not an extreme person capable of unspeakable evil but he is! Our father has no limits and I overheard him and Aunt Matilda talking about going after Alexâs dad very soon. I need to stop itâ he said to her. âAnd what so you want to do about that? You know better than to cross our father! He wouldnât let you go unpunished if you do that! I know that you feel like it is your duty to protect Alexâs family but what price would you
After thirty minutes of looking and searching, his sister called out to him. He turned around and saw her standing there. He called out to her but it was pointless. She stood there. Whatever she was staring at grabbed her attention so much that she didnât look away even after he called her. He walked up to her and saw it. It was just the body and a thin rope. He didnât want to believe that his father had murdered somebody so painfully. He grabbed his sisterâs hand and turned her away from the sight. He could feel her fighting her tears. He couldnât tell who it was from the body so he figured that he had to find the head first. He looked at his sister and she looked back at him, not knowing what to say to him. âGo back into the house and take a shower. When you are done, stay in your room and wait for meâ he said to her. âAnd what are you going to do?â she asked him as the tears that she fought so hard to keep started to roll down her face. âI am going to stay here and find the head
Alexander laid back on his bed that night, unable to sleep. He kept tossing and turning from one side to another. He has been getting stick on the whole leadership assignment but this was the first time that he had questions that couldnât be answered because the answers didnât exist. He wanted a way out, a way that would get rid of the bloodshed. He didnât want any more blood but it was looking like an impossible task. Everybody wanted Carlos dead. Alexander wanted him dead too but he wasnât sure that was the way to get things done. If he killed Carlos, another person was jus going to rise up and take up the mantle, building on whatever legacy that he left behind. Alexander sighed and he turned to lay on his side. He couldn't believe that he was having sleepless nights over someone that didnât deserve it. Maybe he should just go with the crowd and let them have his head for all of his crimes. Alexander wasnât sure if that was the way though. He closed his eyes and decide that it was be
âWhat is going on with you?â She asked him, dropping her fork to look at him.âWhat are you talking about?â He asked her back.âThere is an unsettling storm, raging in you. It is like a ticking bomb, ready to blow up. What is eating you up so bad?â She asked him.âSomething in all of this story doesnât add upâ Alexander said to her.âWhat story?â She asked back.âWhy Carlos wants be dead so much. I am not trying to ward off my responsibility or my duty to end his life but why does he hate me so much? I barely even know him. I havenât done anything wrong to him. I need to find out why. That may be the reason to all of this insanityâ Alexander said to her.âCarlos has killed more people than I can count. Why he did it wouldnât make any difference to me. I can assure you. If you insist on finding out why he did it then maybe you should as your grandfather but no matter what sad story there is to why he did it, I am going to kill him, if you wouldnât do itâ she said to him.âAnd what if t
Carlos knew everything that was at stake. All of the legacy wasnât going to matter if there was nobody to inherit it. He needed an heir, he needed his heir but Carlos had decided that he wasnât going to rule. He groaned as his thoughts started to swallow him up. He ran his hands through his hair and slapped his forehead. Things around the house has been a little tense ever since he killed the maid. Everybody has been extra careful around him just so he doesnât rip out their throats in anger, in his rage. Well, he did want the people to fear him and that was working out for him just fine, only it wasnât working out the way he wanted it to work out. He was angry at the world, at himself, at his kids. The door to his room opened and his sister walked in.I have had my ears and eyes on the ground for a while. Miguel is dead, he wasnât the one that broke the curseâ she said to him.âThat leaves us back at square one. We donât know where they are or who broke the hex. Maybe you are not as p
âMy sight is what I need to be complete. Losing it was both a blessing and a curse but all in all, it was experience. I learned to survive without it. I got the chance to develop my other senses because I had to depend on them but that doesnât mean that I was okay with being blind. I need my sight backâ Carson said to him.Miguel nodded and he started to chant. Carson felt an overwhelming power and he fell to his knees, weak and drained. The voices around him started to fade slowly until everything became silent. He couldnât hear Miguel anymore then suddenly, light filled his eyes. He hated to use the statement but it was blinding. He closed his eyes and blinked continuously, trying to adjust to the brightness. He eventually passed out. Miguel opened his eyes and saw that Carson was unconscious but Lois wasnât back from the magical realm. It only meant one thing, she was dealing with something that they couldnât see in the physical realm.*****She felt s sharp sting at the back of he
They got into the car. the drive so Miguelâs place was a silence one. Alexander had too many things on his mind and it felt like everybody was lost in their own thoughts. Alexander knew that there was more to the story than he was being given by his mum because it made no sense that Carlos was acting out on his own. Alexander .contemplated on asking his grandfather. He knew that if anybody else knew the truth, it was going to be him. Regardless, he was not willing to ask his grandfather in front of people, especially not Carson. Carson might have seen his father as a monster, and maybe that was a good thing. Alexander wondered what Carson would do if he got to find out that his father was the way he was because of the mistake of one burning flame wolf. Alexander shook his head and pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind. He turned to look back at Carson and Lois.âHow are you feeling, Carson?â Alexander asked him.âIâm trying not to get my hopes up. We donât know the outcome of th
âI guess life looks different with Carlos. .Although I was expecting different. I canât believe he would kill his own wife. The rumors had it that she slipped and fell from the balcony. Hearing that he killed his own wife just makes him more of a nightmare And I really hope that he gets what he deservesâ Alexanderâs grandfather said to him.âMy father thinks he is on the right side of this war. He believes that the burning flame wolves should be eliminated. I have never understood his hate But at the same time, I have never seen him so scared of anything in his entire life. Something tells me that this battle is bigger than any of us. Either ways, it is not an excuse for him to have done the things that he did and for that, he has to pay!â Carson said to him.âAnd He will when the time is right but now, we have to focus on getting your sight back so that we can prepare for battle. Something tells me that your father is not going to sit back and let the two of you explore the world. I
The woman stopped and turned around to look at him. A bright smile lit her face up and she walked towards him. Her arms wide open as she took it him in a hug. He could tell how glad she was to see him.âLook at that. You are back. I wasnât expecting you to be back so soon. What happened? The last time we saw, you said you were going home to see your family. I didnât think you would be coming back anytime soon. I was hoping to see you in three years time, kiddo. What went wrong?â She asked him.âI can ask you the same thing. You look like you havenât opened this place since I was last here. What happened here?â Alexander asked her, diverting the topic from his miserable experience to hers.âI came here one morning. I found the place all bashed and broken up. Some people said that it wasnât people from the neighborhood and it was from Southern Crest. Someone said they were trying to warn me. It was better to be safe than sorry so I chose to be safe. I didnât open up the diner anymore. I
âYou look like you had funâ Lois said, turning to look at them.âWe took a while, Iâm sorry. We just got really distracted with the shopping and time flew past. You already got dinnerâ Alexander said as he entered with their dinner packs and dropped it on the center table.âWell, at least we have something for the road nowâ Arielle said as she headed up the stairs.âSomeone set your parents house on fireâ Bennie said to him immediately he heard the door close.âI guess news do travel fast in the valleyâ Alexander said to him.âYou know already?â Lois asked him.âYes, Arielle and I started the fire. We did itâ Alexander said, dropping on the sofa and taking a slice of the pizza in front of him.âI thought we were supposed to be keeping a low profile! How is that a low profile in any way?â Bennie asked him.âArielle needed to do it and she did it. Also, according to what you just said, nobody knows who did it. That is the point. We would be out of here in less than ten hours. What do we
Alexander waited until she was in the house before he drove off. He and Arielle headed for their house first. When they got there, he noticed that she sat still, not making any attempt to leave the car. He touched her hand and she looked at him. She had tears in her eyes and Alexander sighed. He didnât know what to tell her to make her feel better. How could she feel better? The last time that she was in the house was when her mom was being killed. He nodded at her and cleared his throat.âYou really donât have to do this. We canâ always do this another dayâ Alexander said to her.âThere is no other day. We have to do this now. I need to see the condition of the place. I need to know how much damage the did to the memories left in the house. I need to see if mom and dad still have anything in the house, something can take along with me to remind me of their sacrificeâ she said to him.âI donât think you would ever forget it but there are a lot of things in the house. I am sure that yo