I walked behind everyone in the group with Jake leading. I was sulking and I knew it. I mean, he was not even the one that came up with the idea of following the moon... why was he leading? Arthur should be the one leading the party. Jake was just so... Bossy? The voice asked in my head. Yes, I said... welcoming the company of my Cat. He had been quite quiet these past few days. I guess it was growing faster than I was. You are different, it said. Of course i know I was different. I had always felt different. You are stronger. Faster and more superior than them, it continued. I walked behind Mart, who kept glancing back nervously. I did not care about what they thought anymore. My mind had left where I was walking, I was just putting a foot in front of the other automatically. I was still quite vexed at Jake's behaviour.I heard a sound. It came from quite a distance. We had been walking fast for almost an hour but I did not know how much of a distance we had covered in th
After a long, awkwardly silent flight, they finally touched down in London. A black limousine was waiting in the driveway. The Alphas and Claude helped themselves into the limo which was driven by a long haired man. The entourage which followed them to the Fey Kingdom, came in another black SUV which drove behind the limousine. "Jamie, calm down." Jaja said. "I'm not nervous." Jamie replied, tapping his thumb against his knee rapidly. Claude on the other hand was very calm. He sat still. The drive from the airport to the pack territory was not a long one but it seemed to take forever. Finally after, what felt like 10 hours which was infact 10 minutes, the limo swerved into the pack and drove straight to Jamie's house. Jamie jumped out even before the car came to a stop and bursted into his house. Claude and Jaja scrambled after him. They rushed into the house and met Charlotte, Jamie's wife who was the pack's luna and Lydia, Jamie's sister and Claude’s wife. "What happened
Jamie opened up his study at the first knock. "We need to talk, Jamie." Claude spoke as soon as the door opened. Jamie nodded and said, "Do come in." Then he saw Pete and stopped, "Pete, do you have anything for me?" Pete snapped to attention and said, "Yes sir. We caught some movement in the motion sensors that we set up.""What motion sensors?" Jaja asked, glancing from Jamie to Claude and to Pete. Claude shrugged to say that he did not know anything about it either. "After the other set of boys got missing, I had the security team get motion sensors and had them place it at strategic places in the woods surrounding our pack" Jamie said and stepped forward. He turned to Pete, "Movements? Where was this?" "The site of the morteaux flowerbed, sir." Pete said. "Rosetta." Jamie breathed, he grabbed his coat and started to walk out. "Jamie... I need to tell you something." Claude said. "Can it not wait?" Jamie asked, glancing back. "It can not. It's urgent." Claude said. "Wel
The University of Westerham, California boasted of being one of the best in the country. And in as much as people from all over the world and of all races attended the school, I could not help but stand out... and I mean that literally. Now standing at 6 feet 2 inches, I was the only English boy from London in the whole university. While in the pack in London, I had not noticed how strong our accent was until i got here. At first, the American accent sounded weird and too fast and their vowels were too flat for me to follow but now, I have gotten used to the accent, but not used to the double looks people gave me when I spoke. Its been a little over a year since I was banished from North London pack and I must say banishment is a light punishment to the crimes I was charged but i still remembered everything like it all happened yesterday. The alarm rang above my bed jolting me to reality. I jumped and prepared for another hectic Monday morning in this campus. I was still a fre
"...four page paper on Fossils found in South America... make sure it is sent to my email before next week..." Professor Gilbert's voice cut through my thoughts and dragged me back to the present. Four page what? I was totally lost as people around me started packing up their bags and laptops. Was the class over? I had not heard a word of teaching. I leaned over to a red haired boy by my side. "Sorry, excuse me...." I whispered to him. "I did not get the last part of what the professor said."He turned to look at me. "An assignment." He said in an accent that I figured out to be Spanish. My time in Brazil assured me. I nodded. "Yeah. What was the assignment about?" He stalled for a while. Lost in my own thick as butter accent. Then he turned his laptop to me to let me copy off the question. "Thanks, mate." I said, getting up and moving with the crowd out of the hall. America was so different from London. I learned that the hard way... I glanced at my wrist watch. The time w
THE SOUND OF a car drew me out of my reverie. I recognized the sound as that of my Dad's Bentley. He had gotten it s few months after we moved here. I glanced at the bedside clock and calculated that I had been here for close to 3 hours. I sat up and walked to my room's window and watched him as he drove the car through the sgirt driveway and into the garage. I heard him park the car and enter the house using the inner door from the garage. "Hi, Dad." I said fr the doorway. He looked startled and surprised to see me. "Jason." He said, when he managed ti recover from the shock. "What in hell's name are you doing here?" He asked. I shrugged, not thinking of a sensible enough answer to give him. He understood me because he just gave me a sad look. "You having those nightmares again?" He asked. I shook my head. It was not the nightmares. Something colder. Something deeper. Like a sensation that something really bad was about to happen.Maybe something bad is about to happen, M
I looked around me. 5 dead bodies. What was happening to me?I tried to clench my fists but I was holding something. I raised my hand to my face and saw I was holding something long and fat. Like a bloody rubber pipe. It was with a sickening sensation that I realized I was holding the large intestine of a man. My stomach cramped in disgust as I opened my finger and it slid down with a wet slurp! to the floor. Then the pain came. More than I've ever felt since I started wearing the cuffs. Like my soul was being pulled away from my body and placed in hell. It came in waves. How labour contractions would feel like, I guess, with the next one ten times worse than the previous. I went on one knee. And shut my eyes. And tried to fight it. I was afraid of blacking out. Who knows who would wake me up… a random passers by? The cops?I gathered all my willpower and strength and got up shakily. I grabbed my laptop bag from the floor and staggered away. The pain continuously washed o
THE WEEK PASSED in a blur. And there was no news about the dead men. The men we killed, my Cat corrected me. I scoffed. Yeah right. History and Anthropology today again. I sighed as i rushed into the lecture hall. I had not even done the assignment given by the professor. I sighed again at the sight of the serious looking students as we all found a seat and prepared to sit down. The hall was built like a stadium. The seat were set like stairs in an upward progressive fashion. It was able to sit about 250 students. There were aisle for easy movements at intervals. The lecturer's desk and board were at the front of the class, before the first student desk. A projector was whirring above near the front lights. I entered through the back door and into the top and farthest row. I picked my way down and found my way down to the middle of hall where I took a seat beside a quite plain looking girl with hair the colour of burning ginger. Where did that come from? I scoffed to myself a