"Josh, wait up!" Nathaniel whispered as he removed his clothes and shifted into a big bad wolf before he jumped over the fence and followed me. As soon as we heard the sounds of the gunshots, I bumped my body into the door by force, especially when it was locked. When we got the chance to see the image of the house, a flood of fresh drops of blood greeted us. The worst part is that I could barely sense anyone's presence in the house anymore aside from the body lying on the floor with an axe dug in straight to the woman's heart. "We're late," I muttered to myself with much regret that pinched the deepest part of my conscience. I could barely sense the woman's breathing anymore. Neither was her heartbeat. "She's dead." Nathaniel roamed around shortly, checking every corner of the house. We sensed the murderer's scent ten seconds ago but it disappeared like thin air all of a sudden before we could get in. But the house was already deserted. So, he went back to the
"Do you believe in what the news is saying? That's completely ridiculous, right?" The cab driver broke the bridge of silence between us in the car. "I mean... There were a lot of problems Chicago was facing these days - heavy traffic, death rates, and poverty. It's not that I am against their plan of eliminating those monsters, but, I've heard no such thing as werewolves." I dont know if I should be pleased or not with what the cab driver told me. He sounded like monsters such as werewolves are not the main problem to society but the government itself. However, the government was right. We are monsters. "... Now, we have on the other line of the phone, the man behind the list. And he wants the public to address him as the Benefactor of this werewolf hunting trip. However, his safety is our main concern. So, we secure his basic information such as name, address, and contact number." added the reporter on the news. "People of the United States. Recently, we, the people o
Letter from Josh The boisterous knocks on the door got me startled to the point that I accidentally fell my papa's nine-year-old feather dip pen to the floor. "Shit," I muttered to myself, not because of my drastic irritation towards my brother for knocking on the door, but because of the pen. Every time a feather dip pen fell to the ground, it was either I have to throw it away or take it as a souvenir because its feathers will probably detach from its base. But one thing is for certain, Papa will get extremely mad at me for that reason. "Brother Josh, are you alright?" My eight-year-old brother Justine said in a worried tone. Perhaps he gets the chance to see me rushing to my room at the speed of light, sobbing. Even at my adult age, I used to cry every time the world was so mean to me. I'm not into crowded places. One to mention is the school. I hate being surrounded by a lot of wolves. So, I stopped schooling at the age of ten. But despite the fact tha
A Letter From the Stranger My hands are shaking, started to feel anxious. Accompanied by my ascending heartbeats, the temperature of my body is getting hotter despite the cool breeze coming from the ocean. Aside from that, my forehead has started producing sweat. Though the job was that simple - to open the bottle and read the letter; however, I don't know why I have these unexplainable feelings. And the letter goes like this... "Dear Josh. I heard and felt your pain. Though we haven't shared the same experience, I heard you loud and clear. I'm not gonna pity you but feel inspired instead. That despite the adversaries in life, you still choose to fight. It's called bravery. And found this kinda cool when sending a letter using an empty bottle was already out of trend. How old are you by the way? Are you from the forgotten centuries?" the stranger then put a curve line with both of the tips pointed upward after the last letter as if it formed like a smile. As I
The Alpha's Death "I need to get the bottle first, Jas," I muttered in a hopeless tone. "That was the reason why I did not fly back to New York City with my mum." "A bottle?" Jasper muttered while digging into his brain about what it was for. "You mean, the bottle that I gave you the other day?" he even made it clear. Fresh from his memories. Then I dropped my very disappointed body on Jasper's bed and locked my stare on the ceiling, thinking about backing out from our three-day vacation before the pain, discouragement, and disappointment go deeper. "Come on, Nathalie. It's just a bottle. Don't ruin your day just because of that fucking bottle." Jasper added. This time, the tone of his voice ascended and sharpened. He then moved out of the bed and slide closer to the window to get some fresh air. With the immediate silence, he was showing, I assumed his mood has already changed like mine. "It's not just about the bottle, Jas. There's a letter in it. And it
The Next Alpha "What?" I muttered to myself, thinking the phone was still leaning against my left ear. But when I realized it dropped to the ground, I simply stared at it ad though my body wasn't responding at all. My entire thought got wiped out of my brain, leaving the unexpected and terrible news mum brought me. Did not even get the chance to glimpse at the bottle I threw into the ocean. And I started to feel regret for being such a hard-headed type of a wolf. I was supposed to fly with my mum back to New York City, but I refused, believing my nonsense and the childish game will come into reality. Nevertheless, with the sudden news, the pack badly needs me since dad already entrusted me with his alpha badge as soon as I reach eighteen. Giving me the sole position to lead a thousand members of our pack. I'm not ready yet to become the Alpha of our pack. Don't even have enough experience in the battleground. Needless to say, my wolf was still unprepared to do the
The Invitation "Rogues?" I muttered to myself and leaned my back on the bed, staring at the ceiling in utter silence. Dad died because of the rogues. Does this mean Joshua was also a wolf? How did he know about rogues? And where is his place exactly? A few unanswered questions have been running through my mind at that time. Instead of mourning my dad's death, I focused my attention on Jushua's letters. And the thought not only filled my empty brain but made me feel curious about him as well. If he was a wolf like me, for me, there will be a huge possibility that I can mate him, if given the chance. So, I grabbed a piece of paper from my wooden drawer and began jotting down my response to his letter dated June 1, 2020. The letter has been two years behind already. However, I still wanted to respond to his letter. Right after replying to his letter, I went out of the room to ask our manservant for a piece of an empty bottle. After putting the letter insid
My Little Journey "Let me ask you this first, son. Will she be worth it?" Papa's facial expression and tone even become too momentous. "I mean... New York City was miles away from here. We don't know what lies ahead of you when you get there. And besides, she was still a stranger to you. And so is you to her." I'm not sure about how far my distance between me and Nathalie was, considering I haven't experienced leaving the island since the day I was born. But I don't care about the distance. It's just numbers. One thing is for certain, never have I ever felt to be that eager and excited to meet someone. And she was the first half-human and half-wolf who tried to communicate with me without judgement. Needless to say, the kind of communication we have. A letter sending in a bottle. "She's worth a try, Paps. I'm losing nothing if I try, right?" I shortly heaved a sigh and smiled at them positively. "And besides, she was the first wolf in my entire life who accepted m