TRIBRID ( HE'S A WEREWOLF, A VAMPIRE AND A WIZARD)

KIDNAPPER!!!

"Where should I go now?"

as he cried even more, he thought to himself the same thing. What should I do? Logan murmured.

His thoughts returned to his mother, who had just passed away a few moments earlier.

"Why is everything so bad in my life!!" He yelled once more as fresh, hot tears fell from his eyes.

"Why me?" He said it again with pity. It was all a joke, so he stood in front of his house for a while hoping his father would let him back in.

Nothing took place for a split second, thirty minutes, or two hours!

His dad didn't open the entryway and let him in. He realized then that his father was not joking and that he was actually serious.

He felt a twinge of pain in his heart because his mother's death had left a huge void that no one could fill.

He wept bitterly again, saying, "Oh God."

It was inconsequential waiting around, his dad was at absolutely no point ever going to open the entryway in the future at any rate. Mr. Brown had always treated Logan badly and hated him since Logan was a young child. No big surprise he was loathed by Mr Brown, all things considered, he was not his genuine child but rather a foster one.

When he looked around, he saw that it was already nighttime and that the street was practically empty.

He carried his heavy luggage and began his journey to wherever fate would take him because he was aware that he had to get moving.

"Why, Mummy. Please return my call. He told himself, "I promise I would be a good boy," "I would start making friends," and "I would love you so much," as he dragged his luggage through the lonely streets of New York.

He got to the point where he couldn't go any further because he was exhausted and needed to rest. The sad thing is that he couldn't rest anywhere, so he kept going to places he didn't even know about.

He had nowhere to go when it suddenly started to rain. He was fortunate in that he saw an open shed where he could stay when he turned to the next street, so he rushed to the shed with his luggage and a heavy breath. The torrential rain that was pounding down on him thoroughly soaked him.

He wept bitterly as he remained submerged in the shed, drenched to the bone. The shed did little to protect him; it merely served as a temporary shelter.

After more than an hour and thirty minutes of standing there, a car suddenly stopped in front of him.

His eyes grew wider and he gave a surprised look.

"What is happening?" Logan thought as if he suddenly felt threatened. An elderly man emerged from the car almost immediately.

He appeared cordial.

"Child, what's going on here?" Je questioned.

"Who are you, I..I.?" He was curious and asked.

" I know what your identity is, you are Logan Wyatt" he said.

"Wrong, I'm Logan Brown," Logan said, appearing perplexed and terrified. Who was this odd old man whose surname has been changed to Wyatt?

"Wrong, you are Logan Wyatt, brown is only your temporary parents name" the elderly person said.

"What?" Logan grumbled.

"How did you find out that I was the browns' foster child?" He inquired, appearing even more terrified.

"Because the truth just came out today, and no one outside was told anything but that this is all a con and that you want to kidnap me!!" The final line was almost spoken aloud by Logan. He was now completely terrified and already feeling afraid.

"You are a mixed up kid, for I would rather not hijack you. The aging man stated, "I am not a bad person."

"You are, oh. Also, on the off chance that you don't get rolling now, I will illuminate everybody, "Logan said.

"Could you illuminate everybody?" The aged man inquired.

" Yes?" Logan responded, feeling lost.

" Would they say they are the ones that consideration about you or the one's that don't? How many people are concerned for you? What's more, what number of individuals could come to help you?" Logan ran out of words when the elderly man asked.

The old man was correct; even if he called for assistance, no one would come to his aid because he was detested by virtually everyone for no apparent reason.

The old man's words made Logan's eyes even wider, "I have monitored you for a very long time, Logan, and I noticed you are the most hated person ever, because your foster dad goes around spreading lies and rumors about you."

What did this elderly man mean? Is it true that his father was the one who spread rumors about him and made virtually everyone dislike him?

"Who are you?" Logan finally inquired.

The elderly man responded, "I am Elder Grayson Ezra, and I am here to take you home."

Logan sneered "bring me back home?" He pressed.

" I was simply removed from my home at this point" he said, recalling his mom who had kicked the bucket and bursted into new tears.

The elderly man remained silent while he waited for Logan to cool down.

"Not this house, your royal residence. For many years, your real father has been looking for you. A long time back, he found you and he sent me after you to screen you and ensure you are protected until you are prepared to get back. And at this point, I am confident that you are prepared to return home," the elderly man stated.

"What?" Surprised and perplexed, Logan asked.

He thought that everything the elderly man had said was odd and confusing.

"Is the elderly man insane? He pondered. However, the elderly man didn't appear to have gone mad; he was well-dressed in a suit, and his car screamed "expensive!"

"I am aware that it would sound odd to you. Pardon me for telling you like this, I needed to break it to you in a less astounding manner, yet the status quo at this moment, I figured it would be the perfect opportunity to tell you" the elderly person said.

"What on earth are you implying?" Logan inquired. He couldn't take in everything the old man had just said, which still sounded like gibberish to him.

The elderly man repeated, "I have already informed your father and he informed me to bring you ASAP."

What's my father's name? Logan inquired.

The old man said, "Your father is the Lycan king, Kayden Wyatt, the overall Alpha of all the packs under Dextoria," which further perplexed Logan.

"What? What is that? What's more, you said Lycan ruler right?" He pressed.

The old man continued, "Dextoria is a kingdom ruled by your father as the Lycan king, and yes, I mentioned Lycan king."

If my memory serves me correctly, the term "lycan king" refers to werewolves, right? Once more, logan asked.

The elderly man responded, "Yes, correct."

" Please, it is pouring vigorously, I would encourage you to accompany me to a spot we can remain," he added.

"Hold on, when you said that my unidentified father was a Lycan king and a werewolf, does that mean that I'm also a prince and a werewolf?" Once more, he asked.

The elderly man responded once more, "Correct."

"You have gone fucking mad," Logan chuckled loudly as he left the shed with his luggage, ignoring the rain and speeding away from the elderly man. He had previously inferred that the elderly person was a ruffian who needed to kidnap him.

"I can understand, you can't seem to believe me, and you also think I want to kidnap you, but what about your body tattoos? Your back tattoo of a dragon? Have you at any point asked why you were brought into the world with it, not quite the same as different people?" Logan stopped dead in his tracks as the elderly man spoke.