All Chapters of Fire: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

It was a week later and I hadn’t been dreaming. Josh had told me that I had to envision it in my mind, see the wolf and feel it, I had to want to be the wolf. It sounded like a load of bullshit to me but I had seen him change with my own eyes.The dumpster truck had arrived on Monday morning and emptied the dumpsters and had driven off. Josh and I had stood at the window looking down and I was relieved that it was over, or at least I hoped it was over.We had gone back to work and our lives were routine again. Every morning when we got home he would tell me something more about wolf life. There was an Alpha, like me, and every Alpha had a Beta, born to him, you couldn’t choose a Beta, you just knew that that person was your Beta, then there were Zeta wolves, he said that he had been a Zeta once, and I asked him where his pack was.“I’m what you call an outcast, K,” he had said to me as we jogged down the street.“What’s an outcast?” I asked him but I guessed it’s what it meant, an out

Malachi sat at the table next to John Whitcombe with Bryan pacing up and down behind them. He was exhausted and Bryan’s pacing was grating on his nerves but he didn’t say anything, wouldn’t say anything either.“There’s still no word about Kiran’s whereabouts?” John asked him. Even John’s eyes portrayed his misery. Kiran’s disappearance had been hard on all of them. John cared about Malachi and he had high expectations of Kiran and accepting that he was dead was just unthinkable.“No, nothing. I’m starting to think that Jessica might be right,” Malachi said looking tired.“What does she think?” John asked him.“That he’s dead,” Malachi said, not looking at him. His voice was sad, almost broken and John couldn’t imagine what he must be going through.John looked over at Bryan and the irritation in his eyes was evident. “Would you stop that? You’re making me nervous.”Bryan stopped pacing and sat down at the table. He had also been trying to track Kiran’s magic over the past six months

Josh and I got his car from the parking lot across from our apartment. We rarely used it because we were so close to everything. We walked everywhere we needed to go and only used the car when we had to. He drove to the address that Marcus had given us and we looked at the houses that lined the street heading towards the Country Club.It reeked of old money, new money and it made my skin crawl. Everything was in your face wealthy like it was a competition. I disliked it intensely, maybe because we were actually poor and we lived on a budget. We couldn’t just spend money like we wanted to.“Man, check out these houses, some rich ass people that live here,” Josh said and I laughed at him.“Do you really want to live in a house like that?” My voice was earnest and I was really interested in his answer.“Wouldn’t you, man? Just imagine, lying there next to the pool, this cute little thing just handing you drinks,” Josh said and I laughed at him.“Maybe for a week, then you’ll get antsy an

Malachi hadn’t slept since he left Fresno. He couldn’t get the thought of Kiran being there out of his head. The resemblance was uncanny and it had slammed into him as he watched him on the street, jogging.He really was losing his mind. He knew he was seeing Kiran everywhere because he wanted to see him. He wanted him to still be alive and be somewhere, but the truth was, Kiran was dead, he was just slow in accepting it.At the airport, Malachi pulled his phone from his jacket pocket and dialed Jessica’s number. He was already walking towards the exit with Quentin next to him. “You’ve reached Jessica’s phone. She has no surname at the moment but she does have a cat.”Malachi chuckled. She never failed to make him smile, even in dire times. “I’m leaving the airport now. I’ll be home in about two hours.”“I’m sorry, you must have the wrong number,” Jessica said.“Order some food, I’m starving,” Malachi said instead.“Are you really at the airport?” she asked him.“Would I lie to you?”

I laid down on the bed as Phil, the tattoo artist, started working on my new ink. Josh was on another bed adding to the sleeve on his arm. My tattoo was half of a wolf’s face in a Samoan design with the caption ‘Fight or Die’ underneath it.Josh had phoned some old friends he still had and had arranged for an introduction to the man that ran the fight nights in California. We went to the first one and just watched. The place was packed and I felt sure that I could have taken that night’s fighters easily.We had been participating in fight nights all over California and Marcus wasn’t very happy with us when we both handed in our resignations on the same night. He yelled and then offered us more money.We had been fighting two fights a night three times a week and we stayed in cheap motels and traveled to the next city or town as the fights moved locations. We had both started out with twenty grand, worked out our expenses for meals and accommodation and in two months’ time we had alrea