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
THE NEWS SPREAD fast.Alpha Jamie Morton of the North London pack was dead. Killed was a more precise word.Jake had been in the middle of organising an investigation pack on the southern border of the territory when he heard the howl.That was not his mother’s howl. It was a howl he had not heard in a long time.“Aunt Lydia.” He said softly.He dispersed the group and jogged all the way, following and treating his ears to the source of the howl.The hospital. Dad, the thought.He increased speed and ran even faster.It was early morning and the weather was very chilly. His breath turned to mist before his eyes as he breathed out steadily on the run.He entered the hospital and saw his mother, red eyed and quiet.His aunt Lydia came in behind him, putting on hospital scrubs.She had changed her clothes after shifting and was adjusting the collar area as she walked in and saw Jake.“Jake.” She said, hugging him close.“What of Jason? Is he here?” Jake asked, stretching to look behind h
“YES" HENRI SAID, walking into the cabin and closing the door gently. “Jamie is dead.” His voice was emotionless.“How sure are you?” Rosetta asked. Her voice held hope and glee.Henri waved his iPhone at her. “Just got an email ail. They are calling a high council meeting.”“High Council meeting?” Rosetta asked, looking up.“Apparently, the Alpha did not die of a natural cause or ailment.” He looked back at the people in the room.Sofia sat on a wicker chair in front of the fireplace, basking in the heat from the loud, crackling fire.Roland sat far in a couch, quietly admiring his new tattoos.Rosetta sat on a two seater, her legs were propped up and crossed on a coffee table. She was repainting her left hand a different shade of grey. She scoffed and said, “As if we didn’t know that already.” She gave Roland a small wink. “What reason did they say killed him?”“Poison. Magical poison, created by a witch.” He turned and levelled a strong stare at Sofia, whose face was straight.“Wha
JAKE HAD WATCHED them go in circles for what seemed like eternity but was actually just 2 hours. The conversation had mainly been carried on by Preston, Drakys III and Faerie and Zhao.Drakys had suggested a centaur absent-mindedly.“A Centaur can’t take on an alpha werewolf on his territory.” Preston has countered. “Besides centaurs don’t just go on a killing spree.”Faeries had said, agreeing with Preston. “None of you had any bad blood with the alpha, do you.”There was shaking of heads all around the table.Faerie yawned a dainty yawn. Jessica sat, unmoving, her peripheral vision watched the still form of Jake. She knew he had something to say but had no idea why he was still quiet“The were jaguar then. Jamie’s nephew.” Zhao said in that lazy drawl of his. His watery eyes flicked a gaze at Jake.“I mean, he has motive. He was banished.” Henri added too. His first words in the meeting.It was that moment that Jake knew he had to join in. “It was not Jas.” Jake said. The alpha wolf
THE DRIVE WAS quiet. Neither man spoke, even their breathing was muffled and very quiet. While Henri paid his full attention on the road, Roland gaze flicked lazily out the window and over the ever changing scenery as Henri drove about 50 miles per hour over the speed limit. Roland kept expecting them to be flagged down but they were not. The car drove on heavily and soundly. The outside world changed from mountains and hills to random small houses and patches of farm to large ranches to a developed part of town with skyscrapers to flats and plains and finally thick trees. “The next turn on your right.” Roland said. Henri did not give any indication that he heard but he turned at the next turn. They drove on that lane for close to 10 minutes before Roland said, “Turn here.” “There’s no road.” Henri said. “Just turn.” Henri swerved sharply into the dirt and the Bentley bounced and groaned as the tires crushed the dry grass and gravel. There, in the middle of a large expanse of
ROLAND WAS NOT really enthralled or looking forward to having a sweaty, nervous man shuffling and dogging his every step. But he was quiet as Sofia and Clyde bustled around in preparation for the ritual.It was to hold in the night at the backyard. Sofia had used the wolfs bane to make a spiral on the ground.Clyde would pass by and whisper something to Tom and they would both share a giggle.“You will need a blood from a werewolf to complete the ritual.” Roland said to Sofia as she passed him.She stopped and cocked her head to a side as she looked at him. “You don’t sound excited.”“There’s nothing to be excited about.” He replied.She came to rest on the wall beside him. “Is there not?” She asked him. “You would train this one yourself.”Roland sighed.“We are going to use your blood and Clyde’s.” Sofia said in answer to his question.Roland pushed from the wall and walked inside the house. He kept himself busy by cleaning and polishing his oak branch stick.He was so engrossed tha
MY MIND WAS in a turmoil. Mum left yesterday, or was it two days ago?I lost track of time.Then Dad was called too. He left last night.And that was how I ended up alone in America. I planned on staying in my dorm for the major part of the day. But I had to go to campus in the morning, I had a major lecture.I entered the lecture hall distractedly, my hood was pulled over my head as I settled down.I should call Jake, I said to myself. I should offer my condolences. Mum had sent me the news that my uncle was dead. Jake would be the alpha now.I randomly remembered a time when we were 9 and Jake had held my hand, saying I would be his right hand when he became alpha.It had seemed like a faraway dream as at that time.Now, it felt like another life.Another reality, but a reality nonetheless.I shook my head and brought out my laptop, and then I perceived it.I looked up sharply and caught the glint of the sun on that ginger coloured hair.She was sitting a few rows in front of me. Wi
THE BURIAL OF an alpha is not small affair. Claude had been the longest lasting and once best friend of Jamie, so he was consulted as to what Jamie would have wanted.And Claude said what Jamie had told him years ago. Many many years ago.Jamie wanted his body cremated and half of his ashes buried in the cemetery, but he wanted his son, Jake to spray the other half of his Ash into a flowing river.At least even in death, he would still have the chance to explore.That evening, Jamie’s body was cremated just before the burial procession started.Zhao and Alyssé stood by a corner. Alpha Jaja had arrived a few hours ago with his wife. His eyes were red rimmed. He had been crying.The whole pack was dressed in black. Drakys III and Faerie were seated at a table, constantly consorting with each other.The grand magus was also at the burial. But all these guest were detached. They were mainly here out of a sense of duty and respect for the dead man.Only Preston and other invited werewolves