Mist

The end of life is death, ashes to ashes. Everything should have an end, the end of destruction, the end of hate, the end of a friendship and the end of life. We go through the tedious motions of living just to die in the end. What’s the point of it all? Love. Love is the point of it all. If you’ve never had it or given it, you won’t understand why I say it’s important. It makes you do crazy things, things you probably shouldn’t do.

The opposite of love is hate. Hate is a feeling we all know and some of us encounter it on a daily basis. It makes you cold and unfeeling, it crushes your soul and changes who you are. If you allow it in, hate can be more powerful than love. It’s easier to hate than to love.

Up to this point I’ve never hated anyone and I had plenty of reasons to hate, to be angry, to want more, to expect more. Being driven is not a bad thing, unless the drive inside of you takes over, because then, you lose yourself to it.

Loss is also not a new feeling. Life is all about teaching you loss and humility, being grateful, being the best, the best you that you can be, this I know for a fact. It’s something I hear almost every day. Be, better, do better, work harder, stop being a shithead.

It’s not always that easy. I’m naturally mischievous which means I’m in trouble more often than I’m not, much to my sister’s delight. Being a Sinclair takes a special kind of special, like Aunt Jessica says, because I’m not allowed to call her grandma.

My name is Kai and I’m somewhere in between. I’m the first born son of Kiran and Adara Sinclair. My father is the Alpha of our pack and that makes me the future Alpha. I am half wolf and half witch and I can see glimpses into the future, usually a future that involves me. My father speaks to Death and I speak to the dead.

To the outside world I have a twin sister, Saga, although she’s not really my twin. It’s easier to let people believe that since we were born on the same day, just a few hours apart in different parts of Alaska and telling people that our father killed her mother wouldn’t go down well.

Our family can seem confusing and I only truly understood the complexity of being Kiran SInclair when I secretly started reading his diaries. One thing I do know for sure, my family is filled with badasses, my father being one of them. He has left a trail of dead bodies all over the place.

Saga, my showoff sister, gave my father back his memories and his magic. From that day onwards, he worked really hard to find a balance between everything he had to carry on his shoulders. When certain things happen, you change. My father changed as well. He changed from the man that just had to save everyone to someone that spent more time at home with us and our mother, although he didn’t really stop saving people.

I love Saga more than I love myself and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her. She loves green fire and I prefer red fire. She got her powers from our grandmother, Karani. She can alter your memories, take them away and give you new ones and at this point her powers are more advanced than mine.

My mother, Adara, is the nicest person in the world but she could be strict to the point where I felt she was unfair. She has this hot and cold relationship with my father and he can take her temper from zero to a hundred in ten seconds flat.

We have complete honesty in our family and we share everything. My grandfather, Malachi, used to compete in death fights and he now holds the position of Head Alpha of The Council of the United States. He is the voice of reason in our family, which is weird when you know Aunt Jessica. She married Malachi without him even proposing.

Uncle Levi, or Jericho, as some people still call him, is the real badass of the family. He used to be a professional killer but now he spends his time training us. William went off to college and now he’s a lawyer in Seward. Malachi had only chuckled when William announced his plans to go to law school, because the family always needs a lawyer.

Tala is a completely different story. She looks like her mother but she’s exactly like her father. Hot and cold and she can kick your ass from here to kingdom come. Also, I’m not always sure if she’s on my side or not. She has the ability to touch someone and see that person’s past.

Uncle James is the steadfast one, always encouraging us. He is most like Malachi in our family. Gunnar doesn’t know how lucky he is. Kiran drills me day and night in wolf laws and how to be an Alpha. He has a quick temper and he’s the second person I’d call if shit hit the fan, with Uncle Levi being the first.

Gunnar is my best friend and Beta. His mother, Aunt Shoran, died two years earlier when she got caught in the crossfire when a local man lost his shit and started shooting up the supermarket. Gunnar and I do almost everything together, except when I get suspended.

I can’t see Death like Kiran does, but I see the dead all around us. It used to scare the shit out of me when I was smaller. Sometimes they ask me for favors, when they haven’t moved on and other times they just wanted to talk. I soon figured out that the quickest way they would leave me alone was to give them what they wanted.

I didn’t see things like when you would die, it was more the immediate future, like when I was in trouble, I saw those five or ten minutes ahead, mostly the disappointment in Adara’s eyes and for now it was always a future that directly impacted me.

Like mist able to blind you instantly, I too was blinded, by life, by love, by hate and by my own arrogance.