A Werewolf's Lifeline

Nicholas Jones' hovering arms and legs were in a race against the tick-tock of the clock while rushing to the entrance of the North Bus Station. The time was already quarter to noon when he lifted his fifteen-year-old limited edition wristwatch. What worried him the most was that his ticket schedule is about to leave in a few seconds. The worst part was that from where he was standing to the entrance of the bus station was flooded with passengers, local and international. After the life-and-death humanitarian mission in one of the small towns in Chicago, Nicholas has to head back to his booked commercial hotel since today was supposed to be his check-out schedule. "Tickets please?" says the Security Checker of the bus station before he blocked Nicholas from the entrance. He even used a large black metallic baton in blocking him to make sure he could not pass through when the passenger's long line was immeasurable. But Nicholas doesn't want to waste a second of his time either, so

Days passed by, Nicholas Jones continued doing his humanitarian mission along with his packs, day and night. For the past few days of helping those humans in need, he accumulated a total of one more year of his lifeline. That means his wolf could have lived one more year. One more year to continue searching for his little brother. "Nicholas Jones, twenty years old. Been traveling from place to place for a few months in a year. Been to Chicago, Los Angeles, France, the Philippines, and more. Well, that's quite promising," a woman's familiar voice suddenly echoed behind Nicholas while sitting on a bus heading to his next humanitarian mission. Even if Nicholas was wearing his earphones, Sophia's words were loud and clear in his ears. So, he shortly turned his face around, in utter confusion. "What are you doing here?" Nicholas asked before he removed his earphones and put them back in his backpack. "Following you? Isn't that obvious?" Sophia asked back with a smile on her face. Part

Even if the price was too much for his head, Nicholas could not believe Sophia would sell him to other people as if she owns his life. Nicholas hated every time he was surrounded by wealthy people. Everything comes with a price. For them, everything can be bought by their millions in their accounts. Sadly, it does not work for Nicholas. For him, no one owns him but himself. And he was more than just fifty billion dollars even if the fact that he cannot afford that amount either. Even if he owed something priceless to the Major Family, returning his brother in his arms, they have no right to sell him like their property. "Are you fucking kidding me, Sophie?" John burst out laughing as he could not believe Sophia will put something as huge as a billion dollars for someone like Nicholas. "My fortune is only worth a cent of that price, you idiot." "Exactly, uncle John!" Sophia laughed as well. "Dad and I have begged Nicholas to work for us. And our pride combined were more

As Nicholas was closely staring at his face in the mirror, his head started spinning like a drunk man, trying to balance his head from pacing side to side. His own image that was reflected in the mirror also started to blur. He could not help but take a grip on the edge sides of the faucet as he calm his senses followed by inhaling and exhaling, piece by piece. But his body already lost enough blood. Even if the wound was covered and pressed with the handkerchief, the blood could always find its way out of it. The worst part was that Nicholas doesn't know if his brother has already talked to Cedric right now. Well. He hope so when he could barely think of anyone who could help him with his spinning brain. Then, Nicholas unbuttoned a few buttons in his tuxedo to help him breathe easily. After that, he dropped his butt on the floor to straighten and relaxed his left leg. While waiting for someone's help, Nicholas removed the tuxedo from his body and squeezed it

"Better be, Uncle John. Once proven you or Eric lied to me, I'm not just gonna ruin both your lives. The Major families will bury your bodies a hundred feet beneath the ground alive." Sophia snatched the iPod from John and tossed it to one of her bodyguards. The second Sophia and her tens of bodyguards stepped out of the toilet room, John punched Eric straight to his face. Hard enough Eric fell down to the floor. Then John rubbed his hands when he could feel the discomfort that lingered on his fist after hitting the bone part of Eric's face. "Why did you do that?" Good thing Eric still forewent his high respect for John even after getting a blow on his face. So, instead of putting fire on the blazing fire, Eric poured John with cold water. "He was your man, wasn't he?" John asked while staring at his furious face in the mirror. But he did not feel any regrets about punching his own brother just to punish his wrongdoings. "Since when did I lie to you, huh,