The sky was bleak and cloudy this morning, lending the atmosphere a sorrowful and foreboding feel to it. It had been so for a few days, with the sky seeming heavily pregnant with rain, but yet, not a drop of water fell from the skies. Instead, the bleak look of the atmosphere increased day by day. At this time of the morning, there was not a single soul in sight, despite the fact that it was already a few minutes past seven, but that was probably because of the dull-looking weather.
Michael loved the weather though, just as he liked the fact that nobody was outside this morning. He did not like people and went out of his way not to have to deal with them, although this was mostly impossible, considering the fact that he lived right in the midst of them. The weather suited his mood ... cold, bleak, and lonely. This was the mood he had majorly been in since that awful day when it became his fate to be all alone in this world. The memory of that day was firmly etched in his brain and he doubted that he would ever forget it for as long as he lived. It was his lot to carry it about.
He must have been seven or eight years old then. He had been sleeping in his room in his family's large house, which was located in their community that was made up of humans when something woke him up sometime past midnight. His father, who was once human and had been turned by a bite from a notorious alpha, years and years ago, hated being a werewolf with a passion and made sure that his family lived a normal human life. Michael's older siblings learned how to suppress their werewolf instincts early on, and were able to blend in with the human community.
This particular night, or early morning, depending on how you looked at it, the silence was deafening. Even the frogs that lived in the creek some distance away from Michael's house, which were notorious for their cries every blessed night, were silent. Everywhere was still and quiet, and everything was so strange that for a moment, the little Michael lay there wide awake in bed, his young and alert mind knowing instantly that something was wrong ... very wrong, but not knowing what on earth it was. He was terrified, more terrified than he had ever been in his short years on earth, and thought of crying out for his mother and father, but somehow decided against it.
There was something inside this dark and still house ... something scary ... something that could harm and kill him. His young werewolf instincts made him know this as surely as he knew his own name. He must have lain there quietly listening to his own muffled and scared breath in the dark for more than seven minutes when he heard something move just outside his door. Although everything in him still wanted to cry out for his mom and dad, he kept as still and quiet as he possibly could, as whatever it was that was out there slowly turned the knob of his room door and stood in the doorway, looking into the room. It was a human, and it had evil intent. Michael could smell its hatred from where he sat in his bed towards the end of the room, but he merely sat there in his bed and they stared at each other in the dim moonlight. As he and the human watched themselves in the moonlight, Michael could hear more movement, signaling that this human was not alone. There were others like him with malicious intent, and they were all in this house.
"Well, well, well. What have we got here?" The man, the one who had first come into the room drawled, drawing closer to the bed where the little boy was still seated, frozen in fear.
"Why, it's a teeny little werewolf. What do you say we do with him?" The man asked, looking behind him to talk to someone.
"I say we cut off its little werewolf head or put our silver spear right into its tiny wolfy heart. It looks cute, but we must remember that cute little werewolves turn into big bad, ugly monsters that kill humans." Another man said from behind the first man, his tone mocking.
"I don't kill humans. My daddy said not to, that it's bad to do that." Little Michael told them. He was no longer so scared of these people who stood in his room and were talking about silver spears and other things, but he wished his mummy and daddy would come regardless.
"Is that so now, buddy? Come on, show me your fangs."
"I don't have fangs. I'm not a werewolf." Michael replied, belatedly remembering that his parents had warned him never to reveal what his family truly was to anyone as it could spell danger for them. It seemed these people already knew anyway, so it was not his fault. He just hoped that his mommy and daddy would not blame him for the fact that they knew.
"Is that so now, baby werewolf. I don't believe you." The second man said coming out from behind the first man and sneering down at Michael, who was becoming increasingly uncomfortable and was beginning to become scared again. There was something different about this second man, with his penetrating eyes. In a moment, he realized what it was. This man was a werewolf himself, but not like his mommy and daddy. This man was a very bad werewolf.
"I want my mommy and my daddy. You are bad men." He declared, starting to shimmy his way out of bed so he could go and report these bad men to his parents. They were strangers after all, and his parents had always taught him to be afraid of strangers. He did not get far. Before his small legs could swing down the bed, the second man produced something shiny with a sharp end, and poked Michael in the chest with it, drawing blood and immediately eliciting white-hot pain in the boy's chest. The pain wasn't from the fact that the object had torn part of the skin of the boy's chest. It was from something else. Michael opened his mouth wide and yelled as loudly as he could, partly because of the searing pain and partly in a bid to alert his parents to the presence of the intruders.
At his loud shout, the sound of running feet was heard, and within minutes, the door burst fully open, and a heavily pregnant woman came in with another man. Michael glanced at them in renewed fear. These were clearly not his parents. Despite his loud screams, his parents were nowhere to be found, and without anyone telling him anything, he knew in his young heart that something bad had happened to his parents.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing? He's just a helpless kid, for chrissakes. Put that weapon down. Now!" The pregnant woman yelled angrily. The man did so reluctantly, muttering under his breath.
"He'll grow up to be worse than his parents. You'll see." He muttered.
"Let him grow up and become worse than them first. Then we'll take action." She finished, coming over to where Michael was shivering in fear on the bed.
"Don't worry, little one. No one's going to harm you. Not on my watch, they won't."
"I want my mummy and daddy." He repeated again. A look that he could not identify passed across the woman's face, and she made a signal to the men, who turned and followed her as she walked out the door, leaving Michael alone in a large house that was filled with the dead bodies of his loved ones.
That had been sixteen years ago, but the memory of that day remained with him, as fresh as ever. As usual, he found himself beginning to shift the way he always did whenever he thought about that day. The urge to kill something, especially those who had taken his loved ones from him was very great and kept becoming greater as the days passed. He usually tried his best not to think about it, and it had been really long since he last let himself go like this. He could not help it this time around. He needed to let out this rage that was in him somehow, and a very good way of doing that was to run wild in the thick forest.
Giving in to his urge to shift, he let nature take its course, and soon, his bones began cracking and rearranging as his body took on his wolf form. Within seconds, where there had been a handsome young man before, there was now a sad-looking wolf. The wolf let out a very loud, lonely howl, turned around, and bounded into the thick forest, disappearing into the thicket as though it had never been.
Pain ... Pain ... and more pain. Pain was something that she had felt so many times before and in such varying degrees that it ought to have become a part of her by now. However, the people who were torturing her never ceased to dream up more ways in which she could be tortured afresh, so that each time the pain started, she began to wish that she was dead, and not alive."Please ... it hurts so badly. Please, I beg of you. Stop doing that." Sophia begged, trying to squirm away, but her pleas fell on deaf ears and there was no respite. If anything, the torture increased in its intensity, until she was sure that she would pass out from the pain. Actually, at this point, she would have gladly welcomed death than continue to feel this horrid pain that seemed to wrack all the cells in her body, down to the very last and tiniest one of them."Keep your dirty mouth shut!" A voice that sounded deranged yelled, or rather, screamed at her, causing her to look up through hazy, pain-filled eyes
“I do not condone such horrible behavior, Jonas. You should be ashamed of yourself.” Thomas, Sophia’s grandfather said, shaking his head in disappointment. Sophia’s mother rushed over to where she lay broken and whimpering on the ground, trying her best to comfort her.“Father, you know this girl is going to bring us utter disgrace. There is no reason why she should be alive.”“Why do you say that?” His father asked patiently.“She does not possess any of our traits. You know this as well as we all do. The…”“She just turned eighteen two weeks ago. Give her time.” Thomas said dismissively, turning to address the rest of the pack, who had gathered and were listening to him obediently. The man commanded an air of respect and looked distinguished with his snow-white hair. He was a man who had seen a lot and had garnered a lot of respect, both from his pack and other ones over the years.“I’m afraid we have some trouble. All hands will have to be on deck. There’s news that our enemies, th
“Is that so?” The Alpha of the pack asked, coming out from the shadows. He always had this way of blending perfectly into the shadows and revealing himself only when he wanted to do so.“Yes, it is. I’m sure it is obvious to everyone here. Not so?” He growled at the pack at large, but no one answered. Instead, they all turned their gazes away and busied themselves with doing something else, with most of them doing things that did not even need doing.“You are treading a dangerous path, my boy.” The gamma of the pack, Sophia’s great-grandfather said solemnly. He was an old man, who was very wise and had led them in many battles before. Now, he served as an adviser of the pack, and pretty much everyone revered him enough to obey what he said. Jonas, however, was no longer in reverence or awe of him, it seemed.“Shut your goddamn mouth! I’m the beta of this pack and I have the authority over you in case you failed to notice. I didn’t ask for your opinion and so I will not let you stick y
The sun was up early this morning, shining brightly on the earth and lending the atmosphere a lively and hopeful feeling. It was in great contrast to the weather of a few days before, Michael mused. He got up early, because the sun woke him up, and went about his daily business, first doing as many push-ups as he could without the time going too much, not that he had much to do today, but he liked to keep his schedule each day the same as much as possible. He could see the bright rays as they glinted off the windows of his house and took a moment to thank the moon goddess for the fact that he was not a vampire. It would be such a shame to miss all this glorious beauty on mornings like this, he reckoned.He did as many workouts as he could in the time limit he had, then got up, brushed his teeth, took his bath, and made some toast, which he ate in a few bites, as he wasn’t really hungry. After that, he took out his lawnmower and walked out of the house to mow his lawn, hoping that he w
Growling low in his throat, Michael began running, as normally as he could at first, towards the woods that were not far from his house. It was because of this forest that he had bought his house so that he could be close to it and could run wild anytime he pleased. Naturally, the people of this town were very unfriendly towards werewolves and every other supernatural creature, but Michael had first come here on a mission, and had not planned to stay long at first, but had eventually fallen in love with the place, so he had stayed on for a little bit, and then found his house and bought it.He had blended in perfectly, thinking that no one knew what he truly was, but apparently, he had been mistaken, because why would anyone kidnap his flirty neighbor as a way of baiting him or getting him to come to see them? Why couldn’t they just come up to him and say whatever they needed to say?Once he had entered the woods and was sure that no one was around, he let himself go, partially shifte
The silence in the clearing in which the members of the pack were gathered was deafening and the tension was thick and palpable. The two werewolves, the alpha and his beta squared off each other, both waiting for who would make the first move or throw the first punch. They were circling each other, making low growling sounds in their throat as they moved around the clearing, which had been cleared of the wounded, slowly. The alpha was taking his time, and it was evident to all those who watched the fight that he did not want to do this. He did not want to have to fight with his son if he could avoid it, so he was stalling on throwing the first punch.Jonas had no such reservations, so the minute he saw a chance, he took it, and slammed his bunched fist straight into his father’s face, immediately drawing blood. The alpha roared loudly, but not in pain as one would think. Instead, the roar was a sound of defeat, anger, and the hurt from the betrayal. Without warning, he slammed his fis
The onlookers watched the fight with bated breaths, everyone in the clearing rooting for their alpha. The black wolf, which was Jonas, was severely injured, while the grey one had only a few bruises on him, and was looking as though he was getting ready to finish off the fight. Sophia watched this scenario with glee, immediately dismissing her strange experience as a pain-induced dream and mentally cheering her grandfather on, even though she felt really faint. The black wolf was beginning to panic now, and as the grey one pinned it down, and raised its hand, as though it wanted to use its claws to finish it off, its panicked eyes darted frantically about, searching somewhere beyond the clearing. Suddenly, something the old woman had said in her trance, dream, or whatever it was, came back to Sophia, clear as day.“It doesn’t seem like it just yet, but Jonas is going to win that fight that is going on now. He has something planned that will give him the upper hand.”Sophia glanced in
Sophia came to after what must have been several minutes, or even about an hour at the insistent tugging of her mother’s hands on her arms and her faint groans. They were still where they had fallen some meters away from the lair and the ongoing fight and chaos, which had died down a bit but was still ongoing. Taking a quick look at Maria, Sophia saw that her mother only looked slightly better than when they had first started running away from the clearing.“Run… you need to run away, Sophia. They’re coming for us. I won’t let them have you…” Maria said after she was certain that she had Sophia’s attention, but Sophia was not having any of it. She got up on wobbly legs and tried to pull her mother along with her, but her mother resisted, and even in her weakened form, she was much stronger than Sophia, so it was like pulling a brick wall.“Mom, I won’t leave you alone. They’ll kill you. I know they will.”“They won’t.” Maria lied, knowing very well what would happen, but she had been