THE MORGUE WAS quiet and chilly. The white walls and white tiles gave it a creepy look as Jamie and Preston made their way into the freezer part, led by Jones, the doctor uncharged of the morgue. Jones was a well seasoned werewolf but he had not seen anything like this. He led the two alphas to the large morgue freezer and dragged the tray holding Jeffery out. Preston took a sharp inhale of breath as his eyes settled on the corpse of the young wolf. “The young Jeff went down with a fight.” Jones said. He paused for a while and then continued. “definitely, he had blood and flesh on his claws and his teeth was also coated in blood.” Jamie felt a throbbing pain in his chest. He should have known this little cub was in danger. He should have prevented this from happening. Jones broke into his thoughts, “Impaled heart by something wide and thick and long was the major cause of death.” “The skull...” Preston remarked “Gone. Smashed.” Jones replied. “All we could retrieve we
THE PROCESSION was long and slow. There was a lazy drizzle in the air like the rain and sun were battling on who to come out, but the rain was winning because the sun has disappeared, covered by a thick mist while light breeze carried the little drizzle of rain. Alpha Jamie and Alpha Preston led the march, all on black, they led the rest of the pack to the burial ground. To the pack’s cemetery. They crossed the threshold of the cemetery and walked into the deeper section. To the section reserved for special situations. Situations like this, when a werewolf dies in its wolf form and doesn’t shift back to human. A hole had been dug already. They formed a semi circle around the dug grave and two men stepped forward to lower the coffin. Some women could be seen sobbing, and either consciously or unconsciously, they were leaning a bit to a dark haired woman who was pouring tears into a black handkerchief. She was Jeffrey’s mother and her husband, a tall man with an imposing figu
THE LIMOSUINE SLOWED to a stop on the tarmac, just beside the huge airplane. Jamie stepped out and stood aside for Alpha Preston to come out too. “Thank you.” Jamie said, with gratitude in his eyes. “...for everything.” Preston waved it aside. “Oh it’s nothing.” “Still so. I thank you. I doubt I would have handled it as well on my own.” Jamie replied. Preston cocked his head and looked at Jamie with an intelligent eye before he said, “Call Lydia back.” Jamie seemed to consider it for a moment but he shook his head sadly. “I can’t.” “She would add to your strength. You know they – I mean females with alpha blood – have a way of holding the pack together.” Preston said and then pressed on. “If she were here, I am very sure Grace and her husband would still be here.” Jamie kept shaking his head slowly. “Wait, when was the last time you spoke with her?” Preston asked. Jamie looked up at the elder alpha. “That does not matter.”“Then call her back.” Preston said. “She would want
ALPHA JAMIE SAT on the couch with a glass of whisky in his hand staring into the fireplace blindly. It has been two days since Alpha Preston left and he really needed another alpha blood by his side now. His mind was blank. His face was blank. His eyes were open but it was obvious that he was not seeing anything. He did not notice when his wife, Charlotte came up behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder. He turned and looked up at her. “How are you doing?” She asked. “I’m trying my best to stay sane.” Jamie replied. He took a sip from his glass and asked. “How is he?” He gestured with his head, referring to Jake. “He is hanging in there.” She said, sitting down by his side. “He’s stronger than he looks but it’s hard.” “I know. It has been a hard past few months.” Jamie reached for the bottle on a small table by his side. Charlotte collected the bottle from his grip and set it down beside her feet. “I was not talking about you. Our son lost his cousin and friend... the whole
JAMIE’S MIND WAS not at rest. Although it was a bit calm after speaking with his son but there was still a little nibbling at the back of his mind. He shrugged on his coat and headed out the door quietly. There was no point in disturbing anybody or calling Gibson. He just wanted a little stroll and the night air to clear his mind. The night was dark and starless. The air was still. No wind tonight. “There was even no need for the coat.” He muttered to himself as he walked down the path. He took in a deep breath and held it for 3 seconds and then released it. He did that procedure 6 times and then his mind became clear and as he reflected on the past months starting from that dreadful night where he come upon that scene pike something from a horror movie. Was it up to a year now?Yeah. So fast, he mused. Time flies. The pack had never been the same since his sister left with the family. It felt like Beckham family ran the pack even more than he did... and he was alpha. He gave a
JAKE RAISED HIS face and sniffed the air. He caught his father’s scent and followed it. The air had messed some parts of the path up and so that infused Jake and set him back a few minutes. With each step came that sinking feeling that something was terribly wrong. The feeling grew stronger and he felt like he was walking to his doom. He subconsciously clutched his chest and glanced back at the direction of his house. After enduring the growing ache, Jake could not take it anymore. Without taking off his clothes, he shifted and took a great bound ahead. In wolf form, he followed the scent easier and was faster. As he ran ahead, he noticed some bushes around were trampled and scattered, like some elephants had ran mad and done acrobatic dances on the place. Jake stopped short and his heart skipped a beat when he saw his father slumped against a large tree, unmoving. He looked dead, his body was bloody.Jake heard a slight shuffle ahead and saw the figure of a large man on the floor
THE DOOR CREAKED open and a bloodied and battered Roland walked in, dragging the oak stick behind him with one hand. The other hand hung useless and limp. Two of his rib bones stuck out and tore through his skin, his stomach was almost torn open and he walked with a heavy limp.Rosetta glanced up from her nails she was painting. “Damn.” She exclaimed. “You look like you just hot hit by a train.”Roland ignored her and she went back to painting her fingernails. “What happened?” she asked without looking up.“You were supposed to be there. I thought you were behind me.” Roland said in a wheezing voice.“Oh yeah... I changed my mind and headed back home. I figured you are a big boy that can handle himself.” She said absently, blowing on her nails at the same time.Roland grunted.“Did you get Jamie?” Rosetta asked.“No I did not ‘get’ Jamie.” Roland snarled. “Jamie almost ‘got’ me.” He took in a sharp breath of pain.“So... he’s still alive.” Rosetta said, more of a statement than a ques
FATHER AND SON stayed in relative quiet for some minutes. Only the harsh breathing of Jamie and the constant beeping of the machine beside the bed broke the silence.“Doctor Jones said I’m helping you heal faster.” Jake said.“The pack is in distress, Jake.” Jamie replied. “You’re going a way better alpha than I am, Jake. Now, what the pack needs is a leader.”“So what should I do?” Jake asked in a tight voice. He wrung his hands together.“You should go out there and lead them.” Jamie said. “I’ll be fine. I’m sure your aunt Lydia is on her way here.”“But you need me here, now.” Jake tried to argue. He was afraid of leadership.What if he made a mistake?What if he fucked the pack up?What if –“Jake. Jake, look at me.” His father commanded. “You are on alpha.” His voice became strong and his red alpha wolf eyes shone. Jake’s eyes turned bright red too, in response to father’s.“You are an alpha.” Jamie repeated. “And the pack needs you more than I do. Do you understand me?”Jake nod