RISE OF THE LAST ALPHA

“Wake up Xavier,” Xavier opened his eyes slowly, squinting at the bright light shining above. He jumped up, suddenly aware of the surrounding. The sun was shining brightly in the sky and the winds blew gently, carrying along debris and fallen leaves all the way. Xavier spun around confused, wondering how he had slept off at home and woken up by the side of a busy road. Little children skidded along the road, their shoes with tyres and they all stared at him as they skidded past as though he was from an 1850 vintage collection. Some even pointed at him.“What’s he wearing?” he heard them murmur.“Looks like a 19th century pauper,” another laughed.“Think he slept on the road…oh the cold,” one said.“Still doesn’t explain why you’re dressed up like an old farm boy.”They all laughed and Xavier stared at his clothes wondering what was wrong about wearing an overcoat in the cold winter of 1922. He ignored them and walked on, wondering where his family house that had been standing on that

Xavier’s first day of school turned out to be like a typical werewolf’s first – terrible. Dressed in an oversized grey T-shirt and black leather pants, he looked pretty cool. His sand colored hair had been cut neat the previous day bringing out his handsome facial features and Aria was not at all surprised when boys glared angrily and girls tripped over their laces, staring at him. Xavier was thirteen, handsome and he was a werewolf.Aria escorted him to the door of a classroom and after a brief discussion with a lanky woman on a pair of binoculars, she smiled and left him without saying a word. He turned to follow her but feeling a soft hand on his back, he turned back. It was the woman Aria had been speaking with.“Xavier, I suppose?” she squinted at him through her binoculars.“Yes Ma’am,” he said.“The good kid I see,” she smiled. “Got some manners there.”“My ma taught me to greet my elders and stay out of trouble,” Xavier replied.“Your ma?” she frowned, wondering why he spoke O

Xavier struggled to make his way across the lawn. He had lost a lot of blood already but he kept on going. He knew he had to keep going. For everybody, for Layla, for his family, for his people. He had to put an end to the mindless massacre of werewolves that had been going on since. He struggled to keep moving and surprisingly his body carried on. He stopped at the sight of the house. From the distance, he could recognize it as the house he had been living in, Ariana’s house and it took all of his will power to crawl to the door.“Aria!” he called and blacked out immediately.The next thing Xavier could remember was the warm water trickle down his skin. He opened his weak eyes to look around and his eyes found Aria with a bowl of water beside him.“Xavier,” she smiled staring at him with her hazel eyes. “You’re alive. Thank goodness.”“I am?” he asked lost. His brain was still trying to process the events of the last hour and it took him some time to remember. He sat up immediately re

Jimin hated acting. He hated anything that had to do with pretense. He had always been very straightforward and that was one of the reasons why Jaime had put him in charge of the sentinels. They didn’t like each other very much but Jaime trusted him. Jaime knew he was loyal and honest so what better wolf to patrol your surroundings than one who would never lie to you or betray you? Jimin frowned at the thought of lying to Jaime but he couldn’t risk angering Dan. He knew very well that the voice he had heard speaking through Xavier was Dan’s. He had never seen him but he had heard so much about him. Dan the legendary, the fiercest alpha king ever, the first to take down a whole colony of humans singlehandedly and also the first to eventually get married to a human. That became his downfall as she calmed him down. A werewolf was never meant to be calm. Werewolves were not to be tamed. But Dan fell in love with the human girl and cut all ties with werewolves. He ordered for werewolves to

Xavier’s eyes darted from the gazebo to the training ground and back to the gazebo. He was in awe. How could such big structures fit into a small cave? He stared around for a while forgetting that he was following someone and almost got lost in a crowd of girls running past. Most of the girls blushed at the sight of Jimin but he stared at Xavier, a sour expression on his face.“Want to know how I got this mark?” Jimin frowned, showing Xavier a small scar under his left eye.“No,” Xavier shook his head. “I don’t think so.”“Carrick,” Jimin said ignoring Xavier. “He was the head of the Sentinels when I was a juvenile.”“Okay?” Xavier stared at him wondering where he was driving.“I’ll be very glad to give you yours,” Jimin said and started walking again.Xavier made sure to follow him closely this time. Walking behind Jimin was not very hard if you could keep up with his pace but it was equally boring and time consuming as he never even stopped once to wave to any of the girls tha