Friendship Over Mr. Joe, huh? Good thing the cops did not recognize Joshua even if one of them handed me a piece of evidence about his existence. The letter; where his name and signature were affixed on it. It was at this moment my left leg was trembling continuously because of the high current voltage of the phone ringing inside my pocket. The sales ladies also swayed their gazes down to my annoying ringtone. They then moved out of their spots when a few customers were entering their shop. When I got the chance to study the screen of my phone, the tip of my brows got arched downwards when there was no name registered on the call. "I might have the information of the person you've been looking for. How much could you afford for the information?" the man from the other line of the phone immediately started the negotiation even if I haven't said a thing. Before I could say a thing to the man, I towed my gaze back to Jasper, who was having a hard time choosing hi
Guilty and Blame As soon as I got back to the shopping mall, I rushed to the shoe stall and inquired the salesladies about Jasper. However, they don't know who am I referring to since they have a few customers who went through to their store earlier, so I described to them what he looked like. Jasper's beau was one of a kind. Every woman, humans or wolves, will be drooling at him. So, perhaps if I were to describe every detail of his physical appearance, the salesladies might have recognized him right away. And my instinct was right when the salesladies were in a race talking about their encounter with Jasper. Sadly, his disappearance from the store has made the salesladies regretful for not entertaining him properly. So am I for leaving him without telling him the reason. Leaving no choice, I rushed back to the car with my endless thoughts about to explode inside my brain. Never have I ever, in my eighteen years of existence, felt how bothered I was at that moment. Ev
The Lost Soul I expected of all the wolves who would better understand how destiny works should be Papa. He and mama underwent several ups and downs before they settled down. Straightened the curve and right the wrong. Fought even against the odds. And as far as I could remember, he gave me his blessing to follow my heart. And my heart tried to follow Nathalie despite the undesirable circumstances. So, I grabbed a glass of water and took a sip. However, my parents' debates continued. That was the first time I saw them fighting. And I can't bear seeing them debating because of me. Their debates only stopped when I did not finish my meal and rushed back to my room. This time, I locked the door to make sure none of them could follow me. To ease off my utter regrets, I solemnly grabbed my seat at my table and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. And my letter goes like this; "Dear Nathalie; New York City has been a wonderful place so far. Several towering buildings are implanted on
Fated To Be Back As soon as I reached the seashore, the sea level was too low. Low enough that I could see the enormous landscape of the white sands under the heat of the sun. Migratory birds are singing their happiness. They were playing against each other's company. And the feeling of being smashed by the cold breeze was supposed to be refreshing. Mind-blowing scenarios. Unfortunately, papa's death has made my heart hardened and closed. I could feel nothing but pain and utter regrets. I shouldn't have gone to New York City. If I didn't go, papa's death might be avoided since a few things will happen when if I stayed. Perhaps he should be teaching me by now. Maybe I could have advised him not to join in the battle against the rogues. But none of those ideas can change the present anymore. And no matter how hard I try flipping over the history, papa's death was already written. It's inevitable. While holding onto that thought, dropping my butt on the white sands a
Papa's Letter After writing the long letter, I rolled it along with the previous one I wrote yesterday. Then, I put them inside the last bottle I got from Mama's storage room. And I planned to send them off even if the time was already late. I intentionally plan to send them at night so the assurance for the letters to reach Nathalie will be uncertain. It's better for the letter not to reach Nathalie so she could not read my last one. On the bright side, it's for the best so I don't expect anything. Meanwhile, it was utterly cold and rainy that night. The way to the seashore was also uncertain like the way my letters had to be. I could barely see the streets heading to the seashore because of the heavy rain and strong winds. If I'm not gonna apply my werewolf strength, I might not make it to the seashore when the whooshing of the wind could throw you away. I guess there was a typhoon. Some old werewolf beliefs state that when someone died and was followed
Fate of the Omega "What? Don't look at me like that, Marcos. I know nothing about battleground. Don't even know how to use my sharp claws and fangs." I growled shortly in disbelief. The wolf guardian with us also curves the tip of his brows as he sharpened his eyes at me. Don't know what his sharp eyes referring to. It's either because I have no respect for Marcos, addressing him like that, or was it because Marcos might have already lost his mind, believing and considering me as the strongest warrior. "Why not go home now, Josh," Marcos then hand me over the letter. "Read it. Probably you'll get the answer to your question. And let me know what you decide." After receiving the letter, I immediately went back to our house. I don't want Marcos to praise me further when there has nothing to praise about me. Papa might be his second in command but his loyalty, courage, and dedication does not run through my veins. I could barely see myself ripping off someone's r
Alpha's Challenge After the endless intense debate with Marcos, I ended up on the seashore with my mama, loading our essentials into the wooden boat five days after. The next day after our debates, Marcos also trained me on how to make use of my werewolf. To prove that papa was right in his letter about me. Could not believe he and Marcos shared the same ridiculous beliefs. Marcos was persistent controlling his patience with every training we've done. I could not blame him for that. Leading the hundreds of wolves back to New York City was his idea even if he knew I am not my papa. Out of the four days of hard training, I could not deny learning a few things about my monstrous side. Marcos' teaching was tougher compared with my papa when he can't afford to see my face stained with dirt and covered in sweat. But with Marcos's teaching, it's a life-or-death situation. He even let me use deadly weapons, and one-on-one hand combats and taught me how to control my wolf w
The Next Alpha Is? After getting the meeting's information from mum, I immediately vanished from the room and landed in one of my dad's abandoned properties. As surprised as I was after seeing thousands of wolves gathered around, everyone's eyes were also enlarged as they see me approaching. "Oh. There you are, my beautiful nephew!" Uncle Robin exclaimed with a victorious smile on his face. "The meeting just ended. Do you want to add up to the meeting?" "Yes. I have something to say to the meeting." I said back as soon as I stood next to him in front of the packs. Some of them were familiar to my wolf. But most of them were new to my eyes. "I, Nathalie Fisher, the sole daughter of Alpha Dominic Fisher and Luna Margarette Fisher, declared as the new Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack." Everyone, including Uncle Robin, not just enlarged their eyes further, but dropped their jaws to the ground. From what I've seen on their terrible faces, I assumed that my bastard uncle ha